#but it feels weirdly pushy?

[tide-locked]

tagged by @howlingmoonrise, and rip to you, because tagging me and blair both means you get a lot of very samey answers.

last song: xs by rina sawayama

fave color: i am in many ways very bad at descriptive words, so i went and just fucked around until i found a hex code that has the right vibe, though i have to admit that it looks slightly less correct against a black background than it does against white.

last book: just finished daddy love by joyce carol oates so that i could pull it apart. (not worth it, imo; i feel that oates is often overrated, especially with regards to her longer and/or more recent work, and this is both. i don't think she accomplished what she set out to achieve with this one, if she did, in fact, set out to achieve anything, which i personally am not totally convinced of.)

last movie: the tennant/tate much ado about nothing, for the [mumbleth] time

last tv show: lmao still mysterious lotus casebook. both in terms of 'most recent show watched in full' and 'most recent single episode watched' (episode 34 about a week ago as fic reference).

sweet/savory/spicy: marry savoury, fuck spicy, and kill sweet.

relationship status: i think everyone who's followed me for more than a minute is aware that i conned @where-the-water-flows into marrying me. rip to them, but it's been pretty ok for me.

last thing i googled: 'plex various artist album shows random site:reddit.com', which is how you can tell that i'm old. i have spent more of my life than i care to consider preoccupied by the near-pathological need to have all of my metadata lined up neatly and the fact that it isn't working perfectly makes me want to gnaw off my own face.

current obsession: uh, same as it's been for the last like. year.

looking forward to: one of the nice things here is that much of the country lowkey shuts down for the last two weeks of the year—like, the doctor's office is closed, a bunch of stores are closed, one of my grocery stores is closed, and many of the places that aren't closed have limited hours. so blair's off work, and from right now, we have about two weeks in which not only is no one expected to do anything, but even if you wanted to defy expectations, your ability to do so is greatly curtailed.

so we have very big plans: there's an enormous quantity of charcuterie and fancy cheese in the fridge, some nice bread, and a ton of fruit—mangos and cherries and strawberries and peaches and nectarines and passionfruit and i don't even remember what else—and we're going to lounge around, watch television, absolutely gorge ourselves on fruit and cheese, have inappropriately timed naps, etc.

tagging: i hesitate to even slightly pressure anyone at an objectively terrible time of year, but i also like being tagged in things, so…tagging, carefully avoiding people who my wife has already tagged. no pressure: @failonade, @joyouslee, @nutcasewithaknife, @philologicalbat, @vgreysoncellars

[beehop]

i’m going to a standing room only concert tn that doesn’t start until 8pm i feel too old for this 🧍

[goobrie]

Since ssri ive been having significantly more dreams

[divortion]

I decided to try out Grindr last night because despite my desire to be single forever and rarely fuck i have a powerful anthropological curiosity and am feeling Gendery. So far I have to say it is crayzieeeeeee, less than 24 hours and I’ve received numerous dick pics, a video of someone jacking it, all unprompted like omg? Wild app. Full of boring chiselled white torsos though 😴.

Also some guy sent a dick pic and then a temporary/expiring pic of his face which like. I totally get it for privacy reasons but there’s something so funny about the face pic expiring while the dick pic stays permanent

[amekonocternia]

I don't like butter roll the way they talked to matcha immediately doomed them for me, I've known people to talked to me like that and I just can't get myself to feel ok about him because of it, I just feel gross about them idk he's just,,,, eughhh/neg

[florida3exclamationpoints]

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[just-null]

pet..... pet au....? you have.... a pet au for the clones....?

PLEASEEEE SHARE SOME THOUGHTS AB IT😭😭😭😭❤️ I was reading a pet au Hantengu fic way back when and the person never got past chapter 3 and it's been rotting my mind. I love love love pet aus when the dynamics are just right and not weirdly predatory with the pet characters and I love your little ideas for stuff🤗🤗 Share if you feel like it, I'll be eagerly awaiting.

(Also please don't exclude Zoha in this endeavor I love that little man)

The Hantengus!! A lot of cat boys..

Context behind a lot of the language in my pet au!

[Cw! Angst(?), referenced sedation, obsessed catboys.. yandere behavior]

Upon meeting them, they're veryyy excited and sweet on you, to the point where they seem TOO familiar. As if meeting a long distant lover.. With their overly friendly greetings, all the warnings and caution from staff seem like an exaggeration, if not a complete lie.

Records show that they're not even related despite sharing eerily similar features, and having only met not too long ago. You'd never guess by how they're so perfectly coordinated. Using said coordination, they simultaneously surround you.

Constant brushes, crowding, wanting your hands on them so bad, they take whatever you're holding. It's not uncommon that they begin purring just because you're around. They quickly flip from being sweet to eager entitled of your time if allowed.

To say they're overwhelming is an understatement, but the staff practically beg you to help with the bunch.

The boys aren't complaining! They're extremely pushy and insist on staying at your place instead of the hybrid shelter, maybe a few times a week? Please!? Regardless, if you say no, you might find them in your home—and a patched up broken window—when you've been gone a while.

Ah— if you hear knocking at your door, just don't tell anyone that they're here, yeah..? Y'know what? How about you just forget about answering it at all!

Sekido is tolerant when you're around. All the fire left his body, leaving small smoldering embers. His flare ups are only a real issue if there's someone unfamiliar around or giving you a hard time. Otherwise, he's pretty content with lazing about or helping with any work you have. He likes being of use to you. He gets irritated, stressed, when you lift a finger, a habit you can tell he's used to, and swats at you for any bad habits you have. Though that goes out the window if your hand's on him. It's a wonder if he's more of a dog than a cat until he starts scratching. He's just really tired.. Karaku is mischievous but doesn't cause trouble. At least, not like he used to, not as long as he has his daily dose of you. It's like he did a complete switch, the staff say, smiling randomly and rambling in an airy tone about how this is heaven on earth! How could anyone feel down around you? It must be those charms of yours. Staying indoors is okay, but he constantly nudges you to go out with him, or entirely dragging you out. Show him around places you like to frequent so you two can experience it together, maybe have some souvenirs? Wouldn't that be fun? On the days you decline, you can find him staring at the little trinkets from past dates with fondness. Urogi always has so much he wants to tell you. He can honestly talk and pace for days without stopping if it'll keep your attention. If it doesn't, he WILL cry. His mind is faster than his mouth, and stories end up garbled and hard to follow.. Sometimes, they aren't about this life, and when referring to you, it's like he's remembering a version of you.. It always ends the same. His expression gets bleak then snaps back to blissful. A content smile replacing the strained one he wore prior as he embraces you, taking a moment to feel your weight against his. Aizetsu sits in corners and watches you through cracks in the door. You can find him somewhere in your room or general area.. looking at you.. his pupils so dilated that you barely see the blue ring at the edge. He can stand still for hours until you get up or reach for something. He's already got it for you. He's combative with Sekido for that service role. Unlike his "brother," Aizetsu's movements are measured, rushed. Like something will be taken away if he doesn't act fast, so he one ups everyone and reads you before you even ask for something. Zohakuten is annoying but doesn't try to give you a hard time. He's the most demanding, always extending his arms for you to come over and hug him. At first, you can feel the tension he holds all over his body, digging his claws into your side, then like goo, he melts. It's a double edged sword since letting go makes him twice as irritated as before. He'll brat occasionally, pushing something off a counter or banging on the windows, yelling at the stranger on the other side to get lost. No one is the victim of this more than the other four. Whereas Zohakuten would start a fight with anyone else, he just annoys the other four.

The weariness hangs heavier in their eyes than the usual hybrids, but they dont like talking about it in detail. As you could guess, prior to this overwhelming clinginess, there were rivers of agonizing desperation.

———

In this life, the boys didn't have the liberty to grow up together like usual. They were born of different parents scattered throughout the region. This wasn't the first time it happened, but they hated when it did, especially Hantengu.

Each second Hantengu's away from his boys is agony. He spent so long waiting for them to be reborn just so that they're so far away!? All he can think of are the possible ways he might die and restart the damn cycle without even having the chance to see you. He's been alive for a while now, but he's too terrified to go far on his own, so he's barely made any progress!

What if something happens and he doesn't even get to meet you? now THAT would be a fate worse than the cycle.. His caretakers are stumped on what to do with him. Any attempt at calming him down were met with opposition.

The boys are as you expect. They kept acting out in hostility and showed no sign of calming down the longer they're apart. Being moved from shelter to shelter didn't help, neither did getting handled like feral animals even if, in a way, they were.

Only the thought of you kept them going, so did the knowledge that if they found you, there's a high chance they'd find each other. You always seemed to fix everything just by being there, didn't you? So they kept hopping from shelter to shelter, some familiar, some new.

Hantengu was the first to end up in the hybrid shelter near you, then the others trickled in. It would've been decades since they've last seen each other, and based on how they're fairing, no one had it easy.

Sekido was a stray trying to stay out of shelters altogether. He did his best to keep his features hidden, both gathering info about you and the others. He made good progress, pretending to be a potential housing candidate, but he'd always get hostile with people eventually, exposing himself and having the authorities called to force him into a shelter. Each time, it felt like prison because of all the restrictions and drugs.. Like hell if this was gonna stop him. Once his limbs stop feeling like jelly, he's going to find a way out of this damn place!! Again!! In his wait, at least he can pass the time by thinking about his favorite memories of you. Karaku was mostly alright, but transferred often because his very presence made the behaviors of those around him worse. He always used the "I didn't throw the first punch" excuse, but never mentioned his constant goading and spreading seeds of doubt about forgiveness that led to agitation amongst his peers. Not only towards other hybrids but staff as well. Call it sadism or nihilism, but Karaku's favorite pass time was making everyone believe that these rehabilitation shelters were nothing but a waste. The dull, empty eyes staring back at them proved it. In reality, Karaku took pleasure in the fragility of other hybrids. It took the edge off of his own anguish. Urogi always talked about you no matter where he ended up, usually causing a wave of eye rolls. But there's always that one hybrid who doesn't know how to keep their thoughts to themselves. Thus starting Urogi's rampage, watching the red streaks of other hybrids drip down their wounds, spitting at them for daring to talk bad about you. Then came the forced transfers. He loved it, honestly. His mind floated, feeling like he was a bird again, flying to you.. then the plummet when the drugs wore off that he didn't enjoy as much. With a renewed sense of determination and a strong longing for his wings, he began yapping again. Aizetsu, like Sekido, hid his features, calm enough to stay hidden. He kept to himself, mindlessly walking anywhere and everywhere with the tiniest grain of hope that he might find you there. No terrain, weather, or event would stop him from trudging through miles of land, following his intuition to where he thinks you could be. He'd be so focused on you that he'd go days without water or food, feet covered in blisters from the endless dragging across the ground before everything went dark. Waking up in a shelter always reminded him how disappointing his body was for collapsing on him. Hm.. he'll stay and recover for now, once he feels ready, he'll take some food and go again. Zohakuten raised hell, frequently ending up in confined spaces. Because he was young, he had more restrictions to ensure his safety. That only made escaping a huge hassle.. He hated being treated like a foolish boy when he's been through horrors worse than adult scissors! The confinement and restrictions ended up being for everyone else's safety after staff realized how common Zohakuten destroyed and mangled anyone in his vicinity. A familiar prick on his skin came after his small bruised hands demolished the common area, then the heaviness of his limbs settled in. Loud thumps came from the deepest part of the shelter as he banged on the walls to be released once the drugs wore off.

Their status as "lost souls" is no secret when they began tormenting anyone who tried to house them and the employees. It seems they've met the other lost and guiding souls in the shelter before with how they interact. For better and worse, at least the guiding souls temper their mischief.

They try forming a plan on how to find you next if this shelter doesn't show any results. It'd be faster to get transferred now that they're grouped up. And like the heavens opened up, they quickly realized that won't be necessary anymore once they catch a glimpse of the light they yearned for these three recent lifetimes, you. It's you.. You!

Any and all complaints are cut short when they make a habit out of gathering near the front glass of the shelter, waiting for you to walk in or pass by. Their demeanor shift is so sudden the caretakers worry they might've accidentally dropped some pills into their food. It's not like that, unless your presence counts as a drug!

[faun-the-fawn77]

GHOST

"Want them wearing leather begging, let me be your taste test."

Shadow x F!Human!Reader Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: SMUT, oral sex(f receiving), squirting, fingering, Shadow is the king of aftercare Desc: Living next to your older brother wasn't always ideal, considering the three chaos bringers he brought in decided to bug you at any given moment. Doesn't help that on the latest "Save the world" mission had them bringing along a new member to the chaotic household. And damnit, is he one handsome alien.

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Today was a lot cooler in temperature. Fall was beginning to creep its way into the current season with temperature drops in the evening and the leaves starting to turn. You'd think living in Montana would be hell with the hot summers but the autumn and spring seasons made it worth the stay.

Plus, you get to live next to your older brother, Tom Wachowski. You thought you would be the only chaos in his and his wife's, Maddie, life. You were always up to some prank. Painting their house bright yellow, wrapping their car in saran wrap, or coloring their lawn neon pink.

Prank wars seemed to happen quite often between the two of you, so when Sonic crashed into Tom and Maddie's life, the chaos seemed to never end. Outnumbered and down a super-sonic alien, you called it quits. Tom never let you live it down.

Soon enough, your brother took in another two, who were now Sonic's brothers. Tails seemed to always be there for your tech problems and Knuckles was the best to help lift whatever needed lifting.

The kids were the best things to happen to the town. Always helping the community in one way or another. Their quirks and confidence infecting the residents of Green Hills, Montana.

When the latest mission had concluded, with the heart attack that was your brother ending up in the hospital, you didn't expect another stray to end up with your brother's growing family. You had prepared Sonic's 'Bearthday' party for the others that were coming back from the hospital. They had left on such short notice, you decided to be a 'good sister' for once and set up the party.

Humming to yourself while decorating the cake, you didn't expect a tap on your back. Whipping around to face the person, you looked to see a hedgehog you've never met before. He was black from head to toe with blood red highlights in his quills and around his eyelids. He was a bit less bulky than Knuckles but buffer than Sonic. And very, weirdly hot.

"Oh! You startled me! I- uh, how can I help you?" The frosting tube in your hand was leaking slowly, the blue treat threatening to drop onto the white tiled floor of the kitchen.

He looked you dead in the eye, his lips twitching in amusement. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of burnt umber. They were full of curiosity and a bit of smugness. Probably because he managed to startle you.

"Sonic wished for me to introduce myself to you. I am Shadow." His voice was smooth like the richest of milk chocolate. If you could, you would bottle up the voice and have it replay in your head forever.

You held out your free hand to him, saying, "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you! Sorry that Sonic forced you to come introduce yourself to me. He is a little pushy but I've learned to deal with it, only because I know he cares deeply for his family."

He hummed, taking your small hand in his gloved one. Your heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Despite the gloves, he held your hand like it was the most fragile thing on this planet.

"I've noticed. He also failed to mention how beautiful you are," he spoke with a low voice. Your cheeks ignited in heat, the feeling creeping throughout your entire body. You could practically feel the smugness radiating from the dark hedgehog. Your hand was shaking in his hold, having failed to let his hand go.

A lump seemed to be stuck in your throat as you spoke, "I-um, thank you! You're very ho- handsome! Very handsome." Your voice was shaking. You weren't used to someone being this bold yet gentlemanly.

Now, Shadow was not a very bold or direct hedgehog when it came to feelings. In fact, romantic or sexual feelings were something he has never felt. Maria was his best friend and any female working at the horrid lab was always a sour sight. When he had first shown up with the strange family, he didn't expect Sonic to get excited and push the dark hedgehog to meet this '(Y/N)'. He honestly thought that this person was just as stupid and, perhaps, brave as the rest of them.

Walking into the brightly lit kitchen, he quietly took in the sound of her voice humming to a song he didn't know. Her back was to him so he could only see the curve of her hips and the curls of her hair crawling down her back. She was rather short for an adult human, especially compared to how tall Tom was.

He truly didn't mean to startle her but, the look of shock and the little gasp from her throat had the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk. She was absolutely breath-taking. Her hair framed her rounded face perfectly. Eyes were bright and such a pretty shade of (E/C). And, oh her lips. Her bottom lip was a bit puffy from biting down on it while trying to frost the cake and they were shining in the fluorescent lights from licking them.

He knew what he was feeling was arousal. While Maria did show him the romantic comedies, Shadow sought out for more books or movies lying around in the lab. Some of those incompetent workers seemed to have good taste in literature. '50 Shades of Grey' was definitely one of the more interesting finds in the lab.

His flirting was subpar at best. Everything he knew was based from movies and books. Considering he also didn't have a grasp on human emotions or even his own, he couldn't tell right away how his words and voice were affecting the poor woman.

The smell of her arousal was what hit him first. His gaze snapped onto hers, seeing her pupils dilate. Her hands were sweating and shaking. Actually, her whole body was shaking.

"How about we go somewhere more private?"

Your bed couldn't have been further away at this point. The walk to your house would have been a long one but, luckily for you, Shadow can just teleport. A dizzying experience but very much worth it for what was about to happen.

Never, in your 20 something years of living, did you think you would be in bed with an alien who was definitely old enough to be your dad. While no man has ever seemed to catch your interest, you honestly wondered if it was time to give up on the whole dating thing. Tom had wanted you to find someone as well, especially now that he and Maria are married. you know he just wants you to be happy and not so alone all the time but, you were just fine with your life as is.

Looking at Shadow, who was now looking around your bedroom with interest at the posters and knick knacks you had, you could feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. Maybe, just maybe, this was a sign that fate didn't hate you. That you truly will not be alone for the rest of your life. You didn't even notice Shadow looking at you now, his gaze looking you up and down with a smile tugging at his own lips as well.

"Interesting room. I've always thought you woman preferred a more feminine touch to what's yours but, seeing how different you all are is truly a wonder. Maria had her room full of gadgets and dresses. Yours feels more...homely," his voice wavered at the mention of Maria. You didn't know who that was but you also knew that he or Sonic would explain it to you at some point.

You smile and walk over to the record player he was looking at with hidden curiosity. Gesturing him over, you flipped the lid open. The disc that was in previously was a Sabrina Carpenter album.

"Pick whatever seems interesting to you. We can play it while we...talk," your voice lowering at the end. Shadow looked from you to the records in the space under the table. Running a gloved hand over the cases, he finally chose a Chase Atlantic album.

You quickly put the record in and carefully laid the needle on the disc. The first few notes of 'Swim' came from the speakers. You grabbed the hedgehogs hand and pulled him to your queen-sized bed.

"Interesting choice of music, Shadow. Are you sure all you want to do is talk?" You were still holding his hand, your other now rested on his shoulder and slowly inching towards the back of his neck.

A shudder ran down his spine at the sensual touch. You could practically hear his heart pounding in his furry chest. Leaning your head by his, you whispered in his ear, "Or, would you rather try something new?"

And suddenly a flip was switched. Shadow had you on your back in seconds, his hands cupping your heated cheeks and kissing the life out of you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you brought him closer, pressing him more into you and reciprocating the heated kiss. You dragged your tongue along his bottom lip, the piercing in it causing a hum to purr through his chest.

Grinding hips together, arousal pooled in your panties. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed that you were dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt covered in years worth of different hair dye colors. Your underwear was at least cute enough for this. A lacy black thong and a black bra covered in a spider web design.

His hands made their way down your body, caressing you with such a gentle touch. It was almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His gloves were scratchy, preventing him from being able to feel just how soft your skin was. They were on your hips under your baggy shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal what you had hidden.

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. A bit winded from nonstop kissing, you gently led your hands down to meet his. Looking into his eyes, you murmured softly, "Can you take these off?" You tugged on his gloves. He seemed to still for a moment, thinking.

He sat back on your thighs, taking his gloves off. His hands were very paw-like with the pads on his fingertips and the palm of his hands. His claws were black with fading red nail polish, pointed and dangerous like him.

You grabbed his hands softly, feeling the fur, and putting them back on your hips which put him hovering over you again.

"Don't think too hard about this, Shadow. Do what you feel is right and I'll help." With that, he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hands, now uncovered, were roaming around your midsection and slowly going up towards your breasts. Lips trailed down from your mouth, to your jaw, to the crook of your neck. Love bites started to bloom in the areas he was nipping at. Moans escaped your throat at the thought of his marks being left in places for everyone to see for the next few days. His canines were grazing cautiously against your soft skin with each kiss and lick to your neck and collarbone.

Clenching a fist in his quills, you urged him towards your neck more, wanting him to pierce the flesh with his fangs. You didn't think he'd pick up the message but, boy were you wrong. He licked a little stripe in the spot a bit under your ear on your neck before sinking his canines into it. You shot a hand up to cover the borderline pornographic moan that just escaped your mouth. Shadow was quick to grab your wrist and remove your hand, wanting to hear the beautiful sounds you were making.

Running his tongue along the punctures, he pulled away and grumbled out lowly, "Don't even think about doing that shit again. I want to hear just how good I'm making you feel, sweetheart." And with that, he went back down, trailing his kisses from your sternum to right above the waistline of your sweats. His fingers curled around the edges of them, teasingly pulling at them.

You groaned, "Shadow, please."

He smirked, finally yanking down the baggy pants to reveal the sluttiest pair of panties he had ever laid eyes on. He stared for a second before, quite literally, ripping the raggedy shirt you had on to see you had a matching bra to go with. Never has he been this aroused, even during his ruts. You were breath-takingly gorgeous. You could've fooled him into thinking you were a goddess and not a human.

You watched as his umber eyes seemed to sparkle with awe at the sight of you. You never put much thought into your appearance, thinking you were just as average as every other 20-something year old woman on the planet. Apparently, Shadow thought much more about how you looked, muttering to himself about how you were a goddess and absolutely otherworldly.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his staring. His hands finally decided to fall back on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles on your skin. He leaned back down with his lips being dangerously close to the string of your thong.

His eyes locked onto yours, baring his teeth with a smirk and proceeding to grab hold of the lacy underwear to pull them down enough for access to your dripping pussy. The string of arousal connecting you to your underwear caused the heat from your chest to your cheeks to rise in temperature. His hands moved from your hips down to your thighs, gripping them hard enough for his claws to leave indents. He pried them open and immediately had his muzzle in front of your sensitive heat. His nose nudged against your throbbing clit eliciting another moan from your throat. Your hands grappled for his quills or ears or something to hold onto.

Just when you thought you were ready, his tongue licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. Your hips went to lift up when he quickly moved an arm to hold you down. He made sure you weren't gonna move before he went back to slurping and lick at your dripping cunt like a man starved. This was definitely the best head you have ever gotten in your life. Lifting your hands shakily, you ran your fingers around his pinned ears, listening and feeling his purrs vibrate through him. The feeling made your incoming orgasm hit almost right then and there. Moans were leaving your lips like a prayer, his name being most of what Shadow could make out.

The hand that was still gripping one of your thighs had wandered up closer to your entrance, experimentally dipping a finger in. The moan from your mouth and the tugging on his ears seemed to be the response he was looking for. His lips moved up your clit, sucking and swiping his tongue around in motions that had you seeing stars. His index finger entered your drooling pussy with ease. He pumped it in and out slowly before adding his middle finger. The stretch was a a bit painful, more of a burning feeling, before it turned into pure pleasure. His mouth paired with his surprisingly skilled fingers had you gripping the ruined sheets beneath you.

You gasped at the feeling threatening to burst in your lower belly, moaning out, "Shadow, wait- I'm gonna-!"

He didn't even remove his muzzle from between you when your pussy squirted out it's juices from the intense orgasm you just had. Your thighs had him pinned in place from the best ending you've had in years. His hands were clutching onto the plush of your thighs, tongue still working you through your orgasm.

Your broken moans seemed to snap him from his pussy-drunk state. He lifted his head up, looking at you with lidded eyes and a mouth covered in your fluids. His tongue swiped along his lower lip with deliberate slowness.

You fell back on your bed, bringing a hand to your heaving chest. It almost feels like you ran a marathon in 100 degree weather with hoe burned your lungs were.

Shadow watched as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes darted from your glistening lips, to your chest greedily sucking in oxygen, to your ruined pussy. While he only learned this from reading the books the adults at the lab had lying around, he knew better than to leave you laying in your own pleasure.

It was a bit tricky trying to find what he needed considering he's never been to your house before this, he brought back a damp wash cloth and a glass of cold water. He was gentle with cleaning up your oversensitive areas, making sure you were clean enough that he could move you over a bit to gather the sheets and blankets. The pile of ruined cloth ended up in a heep by the overflowing dirty clothes basket at the door to your room. Shadow was lucky that you had some clean ones sitting in the chair by your vanity that he could use to cover you.

Your body seemed to calm down from the high you just experienced, now wanting to just sleep. You turned your head over to face the dark anthropomorphic alien and just watching as he took care of you.

"Shadow," he looked over at you. You gestured him over and lifted the blanket so he could cuddle up beside you if he wanted. The flicker of doubt in his eyes made you tense. Maybe he wanted this to be a on and done thing? Before your thoughts could start to spiral to worst case scenarios, he shuffled over and crawled up into your open arms. His head was smooshed into the crook of your neck, an arm under yours and around you.

A smile broke out on your lips, lowering your arm holding the blanket to settle around your cuddle buddy. His breath soon evened out as sleep , or exhaustion, had over come him. Pulling him in closer, you curled your naked from around him, tangling your legs with his.

Maybe, just maybe, this is what fate was saving for you.

"Hey, Tails? Knuckles? Have you seen Shadow? Or (Y/N)?" Sonic asked his brothers. The echidna shook his head while Tails just shrugged.

"Didn't you tell him to go meet her? Maybe Shadow locked himself in his room and (Y/N) forgot something for your party." Sonic didn't seem to convinced with Tails hypothesis. Before the blue blur could race off to find the missing members, Tom and Maddie came out the back door with s'more making ingredients.

"Who wants s'mores?!" Maddie gestured with the pan holding the stuff, walking up to the three kids only to see them with frowns on their faces.

Maddie set the pan down and knelt in front of Sonic, asking, "What's wrong, honey?"

Sonic turned away and muttered, "Where's (Y/N/N)? I don't wanna start without her."

Sucking in a breath, Maddie explained vaguely that you weren't going to be able to show up till tomorrow. When Tom and Maddie made it inside their house, Sonic's half-finished cake and the tube of frosting dropped on the kitchen floor let them know that you were gonna be gone for the night.

Tom was happy you found someone yet, with Shadow being that someone seemed to worry him to no end. It took Maddie having to calm him down and tell him that Shadow was definitely one of the better options for you that let him relax.

Sonic sagged at the fact that his favourite person wasn't gonna be able to attend his party. That's when he stilled and his brows furrowed. He turned to Maddie again, this time with a question that Maddie and Tom weren't gonna be able to explain.

"Well, then where's Shadow?"

Guys...I fell victim to the emo hedgehog. I have not stopped watching the hundreds of edits of this man on my fyp and its eating at my brain. this was just a scratch i had to itch. its all i could think about, day or night. I'm at work and its all i can think about.

He has me in a chokehold. Anyway! Im editing the fourth chapter of my series 'ceilings' when possible! Hopefully i can get a chapter out soon!

Thanks for reading! Here's the link to my Masterlist of all masterlists!

[demonlorddiva]

Reasons I would summon the obey me! brothers

My house my rules

Set when your in the human world and have to summon them for things

Lucifer

I feel like I wouldn’t summon him if it wasn’t absolutely important

But desperate times call for desperate measures and I’d call him in a heartbeat as a last stitch effort

But also just to have him do adult things for me

Like yes call and set me up a doctors appointment and help me do my taxes

Mammon

Anything and everything

Like literally if I just want someone to walk home with me or watch a movie with

He’s also my car guy I’d have him change my oil and fix it if something breaks

He’d complain but do it anyway I love him

Levi

If we get chatting to much about anime and I just need to talk about it in person

If I’m going somewhere and my clothing rips? Instant seamstress

Video games irl if I’m lonely

CON BUDDY

Satan

When I don’t need scary man privileges I need crazy man privileges

Some guy is harassing me and I need the angriest man on the planet

Also anytime i see a cat

Or if I needed someone to watch my cat he would be the first

Omg he’d be so good at it and give my kitty all the love 💕

Asmo

Any and all fashion needs

If my shoes match my dress, what top I should wear, if my jewelry looks okay

As a matter of fact he’d be a great wedding guest date. Great with talking to people, can help me pick out my outfit, and looks SO good doing it 😏

Any and all rant sessions, he knows all my tea

I’d summon him and he’d see my face and be like “it was Karen from work again isn’t it? She should really just mind her own business!”

Beel

Hes DEF scary man privileges

He also carries heavy things for me all the time

Pls carry all my groceries I’ll give you a snack bb

Like if I feel like I’m being followed or someone is being pushy imagine a man THAT BIG staring at you after you made his human uncomfortable

Also if I make too much food

I have a tendency to order too much food and not being able to finish it he’d be PERFECT

Belphie

NAPS

Or if I can’t sleep

Mostly if I can’t sleep

I’d make him use his magic to make me fall asleep

Also weirdly I feel like he would give really good pep talks if I had to do something

Hope y’all are having a good day!!

[suzukiblu]

Day eight of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. tw: implications of past grooming/abuse and the inherent problems that causes for someone who was in that situation and hasn't processed it trying to have a relationship with someone actually age-appropriate. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Okay,” he says, more than a little relieved. “Um–okay. Cool. Sorry.” 

“You’re sorry?” Kon snorts, still smiling a little helplessly. “I’m the one who was bein’, like, pushy or whatever. I didn’t, uh–I didn’t think you’d never, you know . . .”

“Um, yeah, just . . . haven’t gotten there yet, I guess?” Tim says, boiling gently in mortification. God he must sound so lame to Kon, he–okay, no, he really needs to not think that kind of thing anymore, because if he does sound “lame” to Kon for still being a virgin, that’s not necessarily actually Kon’s opinion. Just–depending on what he . . . got taught, exactly . . . 

Tim really needs to get ahold of Kon’s dating history and just do some light investigation. 

And interrogation. 

. . . that might need to wait for the supervillainy, Tim recognizes. Like. That might need to be a thing. 

It’d just be easier if maybe mid-level interrogation was available as a fallback option, that’s all. By which he means, it’d be much, much easier to stand the process of listening through whatever, exactly, he’d have stepped up to “mid-level” over. Anyway, for mid-level he really only needs a taser or two and a few– 

“Um–is it still okay to, uh–kiss you, then? Or is that, um . . . too fast,” Kon asks, biting his lip a little as he glances down at their hands, which Tim has been ridiculous enough to forget to let go of. He assumes he was thinking about something before Kon asked him that question, but it has immediately ceased to have any relevance whatsoever to this situation. Just–all of it. Gone. Out the window. 

Bye-bye. 

“That is exactly my speed limit right now, actually,” he says, sparing Kon a wry quirk of his mouth. Kon laughs, which is a relief, and doesn’t look–his face is still flushed, but he doesn’t look as embarrassed or anxious, or like he’s looking for an out on the conversation and situation and date and entire everything about Tim Drake, so . . . 

“Oh, we real religious about our speed limits in Gotham, then?” Kon teases with a little grin, and Tim leans in and kisses him. Just–Kon had sounded so self-conscious, when he’d mentioned always being the one to make the first move, and while admittedly Kon asking about kissing being immediately followed by Tim kissing him is not exactly the ideal start to being more physically proactive, well . . . it’s a start, at least. 

Either way Kon melts right down into him and kisses him back, so Tim definitely isn’t regretting the decision. 

Just–opposite of regretting, yeah. 

Tim squeezes Kon's hands in his own and Kon's TTK squeezes him in response, which is–kinda weirdly, more a relief than anything else right now. Kon wasn't using his TTK when he was following the over-rehearsed script in his head. He was embarrassed, when he let his TTK slip earlier. Apologized for it, even. 

So–yeah, it's a relief to feel him doing it right now.

[plmp0]

The Nerd

Summary: Jake moved to your school because of his parents work, and you couldn't help but think how a nerd like him would fuck so u made that ur challenge.

Warnings: Nerd!Jake, kinda mean Jake, kinda switch Jake, pervet!reader, kinda uncomfortable, reader is so pushy (whatever that means), public touching, manipulative!reader, hair pulling, spanking, rough!fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (please protect), squirting, fingering, i think that's it.

A/N: Again this was an old draft so sorry if the quality is not the best,i tried to edit some stuff but it's 3 am right now so idk what i was doing 💀, also there might be some typos sorry for that. And finally just note that english is not my first language but yeah enjoy ~~ (also i just realised how long this is)

Jake has been always the top of his class, most of his time is around his books, not having a single friend because for him that means wasting time. So it was quite surprising when his parents decided to move to a new house, and in the middle of the school semester, no less. He didn't like that at all.But when he arrived in his new home, Jake didn't feel so bad anymore. It was a really big house, almost as big as his old school, and with the biggest library he'd ever seen, even bigger than the town's. Not having to worry about leaving his friends was also one of the things that didn't let him have ones, they have to move a lot because of his dad's work so things weren't adding up anyways.

It was Jake's first day in this new school, spending the whole night studying to catch up to their pace and also to maintain his top student image, he went to the asigned classroom. As he expected, no one knew who he was, everyone looked at him weirdly and a boy with glasses even whispered to the person next to him that he "looked like a nerd".He sat down and waited for the class to start, the teacher arrived a few minutes later and greeted the students before calling the attention to the new student. "Everyone, please, give a warm welcome to our new student, Jake. Now, I don't want anyone disturbing his studies, if you do I will make sure the principal knows." the teacher said, giving a stern look at some boys in the back, one of them was the same one who had made fun of Jake's appearance.The boys in the back, as if sensing their teacher's glare, tried to look as innocent as possible. Some of the other kids were talking about the new student while the rest were too focused on their phones or books. Jake nontheless ignored and filtered any meaningless noise, focusing on the class instead. "Alright, now, open your books on page 249. Y/n, you can read until page 270, then we will move on to the next chapter." The teacher said, making Jake shift his attention to you.

You nodded, but Jake was sure you hadn't heard the teacher, as your eyes were glued to the phone, scrolling through something. You didn't even try to look like you were reading, and when the teacher noticed this she went over and took the phone away from you, Jake shaked his head unimpressed not liking that you made him waste a full 10 minutes. You tried to convince her to give it back, but the teacher, Mrs. Smith, didn't relent and kept it until the end of class. Jake tried to focus again on the class, but his mind was somewhere else, you not shutting up talking loud enough as if u were sitting next to him, he huffed turning around to face you and giving you a cold glare, making you stop and shiver, not saying anything else but finding interest on him, you've always liked nerds. He sighed, relieved, and continued to pay attention to the class, writing down everything he was supposed to and more. Once class ended, everyone left except you, Jake and Mrs. Smith, who wanted to speak to him about some important things, as well as talk to him about his grades and how he would fit into the class. You stood up and stretched, yawning before heading towards the teacher to get ur phone back, not caring much for what the two were discussing, "Oh, Mrs. Smith, do you happen to have my phone? You took it earlier and I just want to go to my next class." You said, trying to sound as polite as possible to avoid getting scolded, you didn't care that much but the principal had told you to behave.

"Oh, yes. Here you go. But next time please try not to use it during class, or else I'll have to take it away again, alright?" She handed you the phone, you quickly nodded and thanked her, turning on the phone and walking away rolling your eyes. "Oh, and before I forget, here are the things that are new to the semester. Jake, I'm sure you'll do great." She handed him a folder full of papers, which he took, thanked her and left. He went over the papers as he walked, not paying much attention to where he was going, but making sure to read every line, his eyes were so focused on the paper that he didn't even notice you. "Hey, watch out." But you didn't, instead, the two of you bumped into each other, dropping the papers and Jake huffed losing the spot he was reading. You fell, not being able to catch yourself because your hands were holding the phone, you scoffed annoyed. "What the fuck, watch where you're going." "Says the one who didn't watch their step, dumbass." Jake mumbled, picking the papers. "What was that?" You asked, not quite hearing him, and not happy about being called a dumbass.

Jake turned to face you, giving you a stern look while collecting his papers not wanting to drag this convo any longer. You were about to argue back when you noticed the papers he was collecting, and how much there was. You got curious, how could this nerd get so much extra credit on the first day? "Hey, let me see." You took the papers away from him, skimming through them. "Are you serious?" U exclaimed,"Hey, give it back. And watch your tone, it's very rude." Jake glared at you. "Why should I?" You smirked. "What are you gonna do about it? Tell on me? Go ahead." You said mockingly, Jake massaged his forehead annoyed and grabbed the papers, pulling them from you, making you stumble and drop the phone again, "Hey!" You yelled, looking at your phone. "Do you have any idea how expensive that was?!" "Then be more careful with it, maybe then it won't fall" Jake shrugged, fixing the papers and putting them in his backpack, you rolled your eyes and picked up your phone checking it and you huffed relieved seeing that it didn't break. U bit ur lips this new student is really getting into ur nerves, but you had a better way to deal with him. "Whatever, loser." You turned around and left, not wanting to get in trouble on the first day.

Jake chuckled a little bit as u left, "what a great first day" he mumbled with sarcasm in his tone, heading to his next class but he stopped mid-way, he was so focused on what had happened that he didn't realize how lost he was, not having any idea of where he had to go and now his late for class, great. He spent a long time looking for class that now he has arrived late, sighing relieved when he finds the door open and walks in. "Sorry for arriving late, sir. I'm the new student, Jake." "Don't worry about it. Go ahead and take a seat. You're in the back." the teacher said, and Jake nodded, walking towards the back and sitting down trying to ignore the fact that u were his seatmate as you were already sleeping or that's what he thought, the teacher didn't even stop to breath in the passing 30 minutes making everyone yawn well everyone appart from Jake, he was busy writing when he let a very loud gasp making everyone look at him questionably, he excused himself feeling embarrassed as he felt your hand  wondering in his thighs above his jeans, his mind was racing and he wasn't able to focus at all, he looked at you and noticed the smirk on your lips as u rested ur head on the table,

oh that was not good. The teacher didn't say anything and continued the lesson, but Jake couldn't focus anymore. He couldn't believe this, he never let anything shift his attention before neither was he touched this way by a girl in a fucking classroom. He shifted on his chair, trying to move away from you, but that only caused your hand to travel higher, making his face flush and you grin liking the reaction u got from him, ur grin got bigger when u felt his bulge on ur hand. Jake felt a chill go down his spine, he was not enjoying this at all, why would he? This was just distracting, and he wanted to stay focused that's what he tried to convince himself but the fact that he stopped getting away from you made you continue ur movements, you caressed his thigh through the fabric, and then moved on to his bulge, squeezing it gently and rubbing him.

He gasped and tensed up, closing his eyes and trying not to move. He bit his lips as the sensation was getting stronger, and soon his cock was rock hard, throbbing under your touch, Jake was so new to this feeling he was going crazy, you smirked as u felt his member twitch, you looked at him and could see the embarrassment in his face, u leaned on him and whispered quietly "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Naughty boy." you teased, licking his ear. Jake bit his lips and moved his head, trying to get away from you, he was so scared that someone is gonna see the both of u, and seconds later the entire class was staring at him wondering what's wrong when he hitted his knee on the table while trying to squirm. He didn't know what to do, this was kinda embarrassing but it feels so good, and he didn't want it to stop, he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing, but when he felt your hand squeeze him, he gasped and couldn't hold back a moan, causing him to cover his mouth. He was redder than a tomato, and he couldn't look at the teacher or the other students afraid to get caught, you continued, enjoying his reactions, and the fact that everyone was focused on their things. It was obvious that Jake wasn't getting away, and that was fine with you. He was hard and throbbing, and his precum had leaked, creating a small dark stain on his jeans. Jake bit his lip and tried to muffle his moans, but you didn't want him to almost punishing him for what he did previously, you squeezed him again, rubbing his length. "You're so hard, Jake. I didn't think you would like this. You're so naughty~" you whispered.

Jake whined and closed his eyes, shaking his head, not wanting to admit that neither to hear it now it was hard enough from his to muffle his sounds, but it was true, he did like this. And the fact that he was hard as a rock proved it if only he didn't have to be in a space full of people he'd acted differently. He was getting close you could feel it as he was breathing heavily  his eyes were tightly shut, his hips were moving with your hand and you thanked god that u were sitting at the end of the class or the teacher would have seen everything, you sped up your movements and that's when Jake lost it, his body tensed up and his hips buckled, he groaned as quietly as he could before releasing his load on his jeans, making a small wet spot. You grinned, stopping your movements and moving away from him. Jake opened his eyes and looked at his pants, noticing the stain, and realizing what just happened, he looked around, seeing everyone staring at him, the teacher was waiting for him to answer a question, and the rest were looking at his flushed form face confused. He gulped and cleared his throat, looking at the teacher, not knowing what the question was.

"Are you okay, Jake? Are you feeling sick?" The teacher asked. "N-no... Sorry, I'm okay..." Jake said. "I would like to believe you, but, I'll let it pass since it's your first day. U should focus or u wont catch up, understood?" , "Yes, sir..." Jake nodded. "Good. Now, can anyone tell me the answer to the question?" The teacher looked around, waiting for someone to answer. "Uh... Y/n." The teacher looked at you. "Yes, sir. 54." You said, knowing the answer and not caring enough about this class. "Correct. Thank you, Y/n. Now, let's move on." The teacher turned around and started writing on the board. Jake felt relieved that he got out of this situation without getting caught, but now he had to deal with the mess you made, his jeans were ruined and he turned to look at you, seeing the mischievous smile on your face. He knew you weren't gonna leave him alone. He sighed and looked away, trying not to think about it and focus on class. But he couldn't. For the rest of the class, Jake couldn't focus, and his thoughts kept going back to you, and what had happened. His cheeks were pink, and his dick was still hard, the cum stain on his jeans didn't go away, and every time he moved, he felt it rub against him.

Once the class ended, Jake gathered his things and left as fast as he could, not wanting to see anyone, or get more attention. He rushed out of the classroom and walked quickly, heading towards the bathroom. He needed to change and get out of this, it was too much for him, he got to the bathroom taking care of the mess and removing his jacket tacking it around his waist while getting his dresshirt out of his pants hoping that i'll hide something before getting out of the bathroom, he sighed trying to calm down as he felt a hand on his shoulder "Hey, nerd. Wait." It was you, smirking. Jake turned around, facing you, his face still a little flushed from earlier and his body tensed upon seeing you, "Y-yes?" Jake asked his words getting out more broken than he anticipated,

he cleared his throat waiting for you to speak, u scanned him the grin never leaving ur lips " looks like you took care of yourself already" u whined disapointed "too bad i wanted to help you" "Wdym?" he cleared his throat again fixing his hair as he felt some sweat forming at the end of his forehead "no need to do that" he mumbled looking at you giving him your puppy eyes, he shifted his eyes to look elsewhere just wanting to go home at this rate feeling tired already but there was no way u'd give up, you really wanted him to lose it so curious to see what he'd do. "But, Jake... You looked so cute when you were enjoying yourself..." You purred, putting a hand on his chest. "I wanted to make you feel good..." he furrowed his eyebrows not loving how you are adressing him "s-stop" his voice was breaking, he didn't know what was going on but he didn't like this. "Aww, come on, Jake... Just admit it... You liked it... And I'm sure you would love it if I continued..." You smiled, and moved your hand down, resting it on his lower stomach. "Stop, we are still in school!" He exclaimed, his voice slightly louder. "Oh, come on, Jake... There's no one here..." You grinned, pressing your palm against his crotch. Jake bit his lips, holding back a moan and his eyes widened when he felt your hand press against him.

His pants were too tight, and he was already half hard. You didn't know how or when but you felt ur back pressed on the wall Jake leaning to face you as his lips were inches away from your ear "I get that you want to be fucked soo badly but i have things to do" Jake whispered you moaned feeling him suck on your earlobe before he left leaving you hot and confused, a smirk formed at your lips licking them "ahhh m gonna have so much fun" u mumbled adjusting ur clothes and heading to meet one of your friends from the other class. After the incident with you, Jake avoided you as much as he could. But that didn't stop you from teasing him, and he always had an excuse not to interact with you, or anyone else, really. He focused on his studies more than the normal days trying to distract himself from you, he was starting to get really frasturated by all of your teasing. You on the other hand were getting annoyed, you had tried so many times to get close to him, or just talk to him, but he always had an excuse to brush you off, and he always seemed so busy. You knew he was trying to avoid you, and you were determined to make him give in taking it as a challenge at that point.

One day, during class, the teacher decided to choose randomly two people for next week's project and to ur luck Jake was paired up with you for the presentation and you couldn't be happier. He wasn't too happy about it that's what you noticed but he had no choice, and the teacher said the two of you would have to meet outside of class. That's when the fun began. Jake was sure that he was screwed. You had him trapped.You were gonna make him lose his control, and there was no way out of it. It was the day you r supposed to meet up for your project, Jake suggested going to a cafe nearby the school but you being your stubborn self insisted to meet up in ur house saying that it'd be better and calmer and blah blah blah, Jake couldn't help it but agree after his failed attempts. He was standing in front of your door inhaling deeply before knocking a few times, you were quick to open the door smiling at him and welcoming him in.

He was surprised when he saw ur outfit, your small shorts not leaving anything for imagination, ur blue crop top hugging ur breasts perfectly, he clicked his tongue rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly when you told him to sit in the living room and you went to get some water, coming back quickly and sitting next to him body stuck to his with the glass in ur hands. "So" Jake started wanting to start with the project and leave quickly "we should start, what's the theme?" He asked looking through his backpack and taking out a notebook and a pencil, u rolled ur eyes at his words "come on, Jakey, you know we don't have to do this right now." u said handing him the glass of water which he accepted "it's not healthy for you to be always studying, let's take a break." "We need to get this done, Y/n." He said sternly, sipping the water. "We can't waste time. So, what's the theme?" "The theme is... The importance of a good education." You smiled, remembering the topic that you picked out. "Seriously?" Jake said mockingly knowing very well how u r always sleeping during classes or just on your phone. "Yeah, seriously." You smiled, taking the glass from his hands and setting it on the table. "Don't worry. I'm not stupid." "I know." He said, and before you could say anything else, he pulled out his phone. "Let's start, shall we?"

"Sure, Jake." You smiled, and started explaining your ideas for the project, and the two of you started working. Jake didn't like that you kept distracting him flashing ur cleavage every now and then but he couldn't say anything cause you were being very professional. He didn't think it was possible, but you were doing a really good job. Maybe this wasn't so bad. You noticed his reaction and you couldn't help but smirk a little, you knew he was gonna lose it and soon. The two of you worked for a couple hours, and by the time it was over, Jake was exhausted. He was glad you were smart enough to not screw this up, but he was still suspicious. You had been nothing but nice the whole time, and it was a bit out of ordinary.You stretched and smiled. "That was a good session, huh?" "Yeah. I'm glad we were able to get some work done." Jake said, packing his stuff. "Yeah. Me too." You smiled, and stood up. "I'm gonna get some snacks, I'll be right back." Jake nodded and waited for you. You came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray of fruit, cookies, and drinks. You set the tray on the coffee table and sat next to him, Jake had some cookies eyes not leaving his phone for a couple of minutes before speaking "Alright, I think we should stop here." , "Oh, why?" You asked, tilting your head. "Because we're finished." Jake said, closing his notebook. "We're not done yet." You pouted. "I wanna hang out a bit." "Hang out? With me?" Jake asked raising one of his eyebrows, "Why not?" You shrugged. "Well, we have nothing in common." Jake said, standing up. "Besides, I have a lot of work to do. And so do you." "Aw, come on, Jakey." You pouted, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him down onto the couch. "We have plenty of time." "No, we don't." Jake said removing ur hands from his body, but you were faster as u landed one of them on his crotch making him gasp loudly.

"W-what are you doing?", "What's wrong, Jake? It's just a hand." You smiled, squeezing his crotch. Jake exhaled his eyes fierceful as he looked u down tongue clicking, one of his hands sliding his hair up "you are really a slut ha" "Only for you, Jakey~" You purred, stroking his growing erection. Jake groaned and bit his lip. "Stop i don't think you'll be able to handle what's coming!" Jake warned, his tone more stern. "I'll take my chances." You grinned, continuing rubbing him over his pants, Jake growled and grabbed your arm, pulling it away and pinning it to the couch. "You really don't get it, do you? This is the only chance you're gonna get." He growled, tightening his grip on your arm. You winced a little at the pain and bit your lip. "Sorry. I'll behave. Promise just give it to me" you said pouting a bit. "Woah" Jake chuckled lowly, "someone is being a needy slut today." He said having enough from restraining himself his frustration takkng over him, and you moaned loving his choice of words,"Please, Jake. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want, anything please" You begged. "Anything? (He paused for a second) but again it's not a surprise after seeing how hard you tried to get to my dick" He hummed licking ur lips slowly. "Yes. Anything. Just fuck me." You begged, and Jake leaned down, kissing you roughly. You moaned, enjoying the kiss, and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He continued kissing you hungrily, his hands exploring your body.

He broke the kiss, and pulled back, staring at you, his eyes moved to your boobs who were almost exposed because of this position, the blue complementing your skin and making him lick his lips constantly, he has never really went with a girl above kissing and touching here and there however he watched enough content to know what to do, his hand groped one of ur breast squeezing it roughly his nails digging on the fabric as u moaned loudly. "You're so beautiful, Y/n." Jake whispered, his soft tone contradicting his rough touches, "T-thank you." You said, blushing a little , he smiled seeing how calm you are now that you are getting what u want, he pulled the strap of ur crop top down exposing your breast the sight making him gulp as he massaged the other one he neglected earlier, his other hand moving down to cup your pussy through your shorts making you moan and squirm. He groaned as he felt your wetness through the fabric "Fuck, you're so wet, Y/n." Jake grinned, "Soaking." "J-Jake..." You moaned, arching your back, grinding against his hand. "Shh, isn't that what you wanted? So shut up and enjoy it"he smirked, leaning to deliver kisses on ur neck. He kept rubbing your pussy through ur shorts and you couldn't help but whine wanting to feel him against ur bare skin. He pulled his hand away and looked at you. "You want more, Y/n?" He asked, smirking. You nodded, your chest heaving and your eyes wide. "Then take them off." Jake said. "Your shorts." You gulped, and stood up, pushing your shorts down, and taking them off, tossing them aside.

Jake sat on the couch manspreading a bit and patting his lap, u followed his order and sat on his lap grinding your pussy against his hard member while he cupped ur ass, his hands running over the soft skin, he leaned down and placed his lips on your nipple sucking on it making u throw your head back moaning and grinding ur pussy harder against him. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside and running your hands over his chest. Jake groaned and moved his hands down, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, you raised your hips, helping him as he pulled them down, tossing them away. His hand went back to cup your pussy, and he moaned feeling the wetness. "God, you're soaked." Jake groaned, running two of his fingers on ur slit, spreading the juices and making you moan loudly, Jake grinned as u were already a mess, and he has just started. "So fucking wet. Just for me." Jake hummed, his fingers playing with your clit, the pleasure making your body jerk. Jake felt his hands act on themselves, his index finger teasing ur entrance making u buckle ur hips, "I'm not gonna do anything if u don't behave, y/n" he growled,

his fingers going to rub your clit roughly, his eyes were focused on ur reaction and you didn't have to try to put up an act, your body was shaking eyes rolling back. You nodded and closed your eyes, biting your lip and trying to stay still, even though all you wanted was to grind your pussy on his fingers, he lifted his free hand spanking ur ass hard making u gasp, your body jerked a bit and Jake rubbed the spot he had spanked, "Good girl." He purred his finger went to tease ur hole once again. He slowly pushed his finger inside, his cock twitching at the feeling of your tight walls. He has only seen a pussy on videos and nothing could compare to the feeling of the real thing, he pushed his finger deeper and moved it in and out slowly, feeling you clench around him. He moved his finger a bit deeper, looking at ur expressions mouth gaped eyes long gone and he grinned. adding another digit and moving it at the same pace, he lifted u a little curling his finger inside you, hitting a sweet spot. "Feels good, huh?" Jake asked and you nodded, moaning loudly, and he spanked you again. "Words." He growled. You gasped, and let a small cry. "Y-yes! It feels so good, Jake!" Jake grinned, and kept moving his finger, hitting that same spot every time. Your body jerked and he noticed how close you were, "you were acting up just a few days ago and look at you now, where did that attitude go ha?" He chuckled when u didn't answer him his fingers reaching deeper making u spasm on his lap,

"Come on, cum for me. Let go." He groaned, his voice husky, and a few seconds later, your pussy clenched around his finger, and you let out a loud moan as you came, squirting all of your juices on his pants, Jake groaned feeling the warmness of ur juices land on his cock, ur body still shaking as he was still moving his fingers inside you, he pulled out groaning at ur attempt to keep him in by squeezing him tightly, his cock throbbing inside his pants as he licked his fingers clean tasting u making you squirm and he gave them to u, you licked them and moaned at the taste, his free hand moved down cupping ur ass before he spanked u again, you moaned loudly and looked at him, "You want me to fuck you, right?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly. "Please." You begged. "You've been such a good girl for me so far, so I'll give it to you." He kissed ur jaw talking over ur skin "but i'll have to punish you for what you did these passing days" he mumbled making u shiver a bit, his hand squeezed ur ass roughly. "Now get up, i'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck your slutty little pussy" he said patting ur core and you whined, but did as he told u, getting up and bending over the table, spreading your legs for him, he groaned at ur eagerness and quickly unbuttoned his pants pulling them down along with his underwear, his cock finally springing free, you looked behind you and bit your lip seeing his length, "wow, you're big." You mumbled. He smirked and leaned over, his body pressing against yours, his lips near your ear. "I'm gonna make sure to make you scream, and never think about going around whoring for nerds again" He whispered, making you whimper, his hands grabbed your ass, giving it a few squeezes, he rubbed his cock on your pussy, making you moan and squirm. "So impatient. Behave." He growled slapping ur inner thighs and steadying u in place

"Sorry" u mumbled trying to stop yourself, Jake smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock against ur clit, making you whine and bite your lip, you felt like you were gonna explode, the teasing was driving you crazy. His hips rolled and his tip poked ur entrance, you moaned and arched your back, trying to take his length inside, he spanked you again making you yelp and he held you down, "i'm the one in charge here, not you" he growled and you nodded, letting out a breathy moan, he pulled back and slapped his cock against your clit a couple times making u shake, the sensation driving u mad and before u could complain his length entered u, the tip slowly entering u and stretching your tight walls making you cry out, "fuck you're tight." Jake groaned, feeling the warmth and wetness of your pussy wrapped around him, the pleasure was almost unbearable, his hand went to massage your ass and squeeze it a few times, his other hand gripping your hip tightly, nails digging into the skin, his eyes were focused on where his cock met your pussy and how he disappeared inside of you. He pushed himself deeper and pulled out slowly, the drag of his length inside you was incredible, you moaned and gripped the edge of the table, your body trembling as he kept thrusting into you, his cock filling you completely. Jake's hand traveled up, his palm resting between your shoulder blades and applying pressure, making your cheek rest against the table. He pulled out and slammed back into you, his balls slapping against you and you let out a loud moan, the feeling was overwhelming.

You felt his fingers grab your hair, pulling you up and his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, his tongue invading your mouth, the kiss was sloppy yet intense, his thrusts were getting faster, his tongue moving in and out of your mouth, tasting every inch of it. You broke the kiss and let a loud moan, feeling him brush at ur spot, his hand was gripping the hair at the back of your head, his nails digging into the skin and he was panting, his breath fanning your cheek, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of ur walls around him, Jake was scared that he'd become addicted to ur pussy the thought of getting out of you was already not clicking with him, his other hand grabbed your hip and he started slamming into you harder, his cock hitting that same spot again, making you scream in pleasure. He groaned, feeling his orgasm building up, his movements became sloppy and his hips stuttered "Fuck, look at u now, taking my cock so well" Jake said, his words coming out in a mix of moans and groans, he let out a low groan and threw his head back, his hips snapping into you a couple more times and he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming and filling your pussy, you moaned at the feeling of his cum filling you and painting your walls white, your legs trembled and you let out a loud moan as your body jerked, reaching your orgasm and squirting all over his cock, your walls tightening around him, milking him. "Fuck" Jake groaned, his hands leaving your hair and hips, his palms resting on the table as he leaned forward, panting heavily, his chest pressed against your back. He was sweating his skin hot. 

Jake's cock slipped out of you and he let a small groan. His eyes focused on your pussy and how your juices were mixed with his cum, and the sight alone made him hard again, he grabbed your legs and spread them, making you whine. His other hand stroked his cock and he guided his tip to your pussy, pushing his cock inside making you whine "J-Jake, what are you doing? I'm sensitive." You mumbled, your voice tired. "We're not done yet, baby. I need to teach you a lesson." Jake growled, his hands going to rest on your hips squeezing them, he started thrusting into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust and his hips snapped into you, his balls slapping against your clit, you were a mess, moaning and whimpering, begging for him to stop. Jake growled and bent down, his face next to yours. "I warned you before but u didn't listen. So shut up and take it." He growled, and his hand went to slap your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. Your body was trembling and the feeling of his cock pounding into you was amazing, it felt so good!

tbh u didn't imagine him to go this hard on you and ohh god how you love it, no one has ever fucked you this good. The sound of his skin slapping against yours and the lewd sounds of his cock entering you filled the room you were a mess, ur hair sticking on ur face, juices mixed with his cum dripping from your pussy messing up the table. Jake groaned, his breathing uneven and his hips stuttered. He was close again, and so were you. "Cum for me, Y/n." Jake groaned, his thrusts were getting faster, he was losing his rhythm eyes closed biting his lower lip until he couldn't hold it anymore, his hand reached ur clit rubbing it fastly making u whimper "OmG" u rolled ur eyes ur release hitting u like a truck and with a couple of hard thrusts he followed u, cumming inside of you, his cum mixing with the previous one, his hips kept rolling, riding out his high, the feeling was intense, his cock twitched and he pulled out, collapsing on the couch, panting heavily. "Holy shit." You mumbled, trying to catch your breath. Jake nodded, running a hand through his hair.

The two of you were quiet for a few minutes, then Jake got up, helping u getting up too and bringing u to the bathroom. "I'll clean the table." Jake said, leaving and coming back with some wet wipes, he cleaned the table looking at u wearing a robe while scanning his body "u okay?" He asked suddenly feeling nervous not knowing what to do now, u smiled and nodded, "yeah, thanks" u mumbled, he nodded back and looked away, he was wearing his boxers now looking at his pants that are full of ur juices, he sighed and grabbed them cleaning them with the wet wipes and getting dressed, u stared at him confused, "what are u doing?" You asked. "Leaving." Jake said, buttoning his shirt.

"It's getting l-late" his voice stuttered when he felt your hand helping him with his shirt, he heard his phone ringing and went to get it seeing his mom's name on the screen, "hi" his voice was low as he answered, and u could hear his mother's voice asking where is he,  he told her that he was busy with his homework and forgot to call, he was glad that his parents are never home so he wouldn't have to explain anything, he bid goodbye to his mom and hang up. "Is everything ok?" You asked, and Jake nodded. "I gotta go." Jake said, gathering his stuff. "I'll see you tomorrow." You said, and Jake nodded, giving you a small smile and leaving, making you finally drop on the floor as u couldn't feel ur legs anymore but u smiled nonetheless u had so much fun, and this will not be the last time for sure.

Woah i couldn't edit this whole thing so m gonna comeback to it after having some sleep, also this was supposed to be a virgin Jake fanfic but yeah i got carried away and forgot about that sorry

[catboybiologist]

Wanted to ask about this for a while but you had asks off, you mentioned having experienced hetero(ish) relationships from "both sides", so like, do you have any interesting observations or perspectives you think most people don't know about?

Ah yes, the bisexual transgender eye. There's lots to say here, and I don't think much of it hasn't been said before. I don't think my observations are limited to what I'm rambling about here, but here's some surface level ones.

Btw, this is probably going to be my post with the most weirdly gendered thing of anything I've posted here. I hope its abundantly clear that I don't think any of this intrinsic or morally good, its just my observation on how heterosexuals act towards each other while dating. This isn't about the boxes men and women should be in, its about the boxes that society has put them in.

I think that dating apps are intensifying stereotypical "masculine" and "feminine" dating roles in heterosexual relationships. Eg, encouraging men to "take the intitiative", oftentimes enabling harassing behavior in the process. This, in turn, forces women to screen and shut down men extremely harshly. Except, because of the entire dynamic that's being set up now, this makes a lot of men think women are "playing the game", and again, enables harassment from them.

I recently deleted all my dating apps, but even before then, I had them set to women and enbies/other only for a long time. Her was my primary app, but it has a very small userbase where I live.

Irl, men absolutely take the initiative more than women, but less aggressively than online. There's a huge added element of fear because of the in person aspect, however, and when meeting up, men can be extremely pushy.

The "toxic girlboss" angle of this is that this is often fun to play with. If you're clearly communicating in a serious context, and have established systems of consent that extend to communication as well as the bedroom, playing with "the chase" is... intoxicating. Having a man wrapped around your finger is really fucking fun. It has to feel safe and fun for both parties involved, though. You need to be able to "break character" at any point and have direct conversations, either about boundaries or directly communicating a want or need.

Obviously I haven't publicly been a woman for very long, so my experience isn't vast and limitless or anything. But I've had a few wonderful romantic entanglements with men already. Luckily for me, one of these is ongoing 😘

As for some of the people I've talked to, but never gotten far with.... cishet men are really stupid. I'm sorry but like. Y'all are. There's a lot to be said about how society normalizes male incompetence in heterosexual relationships (eg, the dopey husband stereotype) but I think this also extends to the early stages of a relationship. Men very frequently bitch and moan about "games" while not realizing that they play just as many "games" themselves. Oftentimes, those games involve being overly pushy with everything, and then not communicating their own limits and what they want out of a situation, expecting women to figure it all out for them. Eg, they want to bring forward unlimited energy and pushiness, but expect women to be the ones that whittle them down to what they actually want. This applies both romantically and sexually. Men have a lot of emotional needs, of course, and yes its a problem that they're often not met. But a huge part of that is society discouraging them from openly communicating what they want.

I guess to summarize all of this, I feel like so much of modern dating is essentially a process of elimination, where men are constantly encouraged to push and say yes, and women are constantly encouraged to shut them down for their own safety, and if they're lucky, they eventually reach a healthy dynamic by sheer process of elimination. Which... really isn't fun, and leaves a lot of room open for frustration.

Queer relationships and flirting provide a lot of open communication that hetero dynamics don't. I've had the most luck in "heterosexual" dynamics with queer or queer adjacent people, and literally everyone I've ever gotten past the initial stages of "talking" with has been at least a little bi, by their own admission. It's not that straight men aren't interested in me, or that straight women weren't interested in me before, its just that these are the people who will understand my existence as a queer woman the best and communicate with me the most openly.

I probably could say more, but that's a summary, I guess. I know its weird and stereotypical, but unfortunately, heterosexual dating is pretty much the most gendered possible environment you could be in. I feel like Jane Goodall in there sometimes, but hey. Ya gotta do what you gotta do.

[mcytegg]

Wait why are you so sure that Derap would crash out if someone asked him to do a Trust Test™️? Has it come up?

its not abt the trust tests specifically perse, its more abt how he treats pangi and even zam in their relationship itself. his insecurity makes him both incredibly pushy towards them abt wanting honesty and trust yet also very quick to bottle up his own feelings of distrust or dissatisfaction. i dont think he would take it well if zam REPEATEDLY asked him to choose between her and like pangi, and refused to admit that she doesnt like his relationship w one of his most important people despite being passive aggressive abt it and insistent that he will HAVE to choose.

nor do i think he would be okay w it if pangi demanded half of his hearts, his base coords, and promises to basically die for him whenever pangi needs him to in order to keep his trust. although a lot of what he does is born out of insecurity and paranoia, the way he treats them bc of it isnt smt i fw at all like im sorry i try to be understanding but he annoys me sm sometimes w how weirdly he treats the people around him and how he fails to see any issue in how he treats them

[prodigaldaughteralice]

So I’m fascinated by the coffee, because I don’t think it affected Aziraphale’s decision in any way.

And I don’t think it affected his decision because his decision was completely in line with his character! I’ve seen the whole cyanide theory thing and it doesn’t make sense to me; he didn’t seem high or compromised in any chemical way. And his decision, as much as it hurts, makes sense with who he is and his (toxic) relationship with Heaven.

So why is the coffee so weird?

Maybe I’m just focusing on it because I was a barista for a long while, but I’m so confused.

First of all it’s slightly inconsistent. When the Metatron orders it (ha ha I’m so predictable my autocorrect tried to turn that into Mettaton), he orders it with ‘a dash’ of almond syrup, and when he hands it over to Aziraphale he describes it as having a ‘hefty jigger’ of almond. What?

Secondly, the Metatron is weirdly pushy about it. He comes up rather close, puts it in Aziraphale’s hands, there’s a bit of odd business where he watches him drink it.

Thirdly, oat milk. Why oat milk?

(I admit to being slightly and entirely irrationally biased against oat milk bc the people who wanted other milk substitutes we didn’t have were generally polite about being redirected to our three options, while the oat milk people were very “HOW can you NOT have OAT MILK” and then the chain replaced coconut, imo the best of the ones we had, with oat. But that’s not the point here.)

Point being why a milk substitute at all? Side-stepping the argument about whether veganism is actually good for the planet or for animals, it doesn’t really make sense for it to be an Angel Thing— they’re not interested in preserving the planet, they want to end it, and it’s not going to be out of respect for the fauna, because the whole “the stars are just there to look at” along with Job’s innocent goats make it pretty clear that this theology falls on the “the animals/everything else is there for the humans’ use/appreciation” side.

Fourth point, why coffee at all? Correct me if I’ve missed one, but I can’t recall a single point in the book or either season when Aziraphale drinks coffee. Alcohol, tea, cocoa, but not coffee. Even when he goes to Nina’s shop earlier in the season, all he gets is a plate of Eccles cakes nobody eats. Him asking if six shots of espresso will calm Crowley down also kind of suggests he’s not very familiar with coffee, haha.

So it’s been nagging at me a lot, and what it seems like to me is… the coffee doesn’t mean anything in universe. But it means something to us. It’s Doylist, not Watsonian. It’s weird. It’s just weird. The Metatron’s description of the coffee is a little inconsistent because he doesn’t give that much of a shit about minor truths. He’s pushy about Aziraphale drinking it because it’s a gift and he needs Aziraphale to accept it and feel grateful, it’s a signifier of the hierarchical dynamic between them. It’s an oat milk latte because that’s trendy and available across the street, and because the Metatron doesn’t actually care what Aziraphale is specifically fond of or interested in— it’s one of those human ingestables he likes, after all.

I think what the coffee’s there for is exactly what it did to me— it makes everything really uncomfortable, even before we really know why the Metatron’s there. It’s the first pang of anxiety as things turn from lovely resolution into everything going to shit. It feels weird and wrong because it’s weird and wrong.

I thought it might be anticlimactic for it not to mean anything in-universe, but… I actually don’t feel that way. What it’s there for is incredibly important, even if it’s just to illustrate where we’re going.

[scaryvbachelorettes]

❤︎ ⠀﹏Leah﹏ ❤︎

Cw; Stalking, obsessive behaviour, murder, blood and light descriptions of gore at the very end, fucked up bachelorettes, mentions of breaking in, scary art.

Leah moved her fingers carefully over the damp clay, her eyes concentrated. She couldn't sleep that night at all, her mind obsessively taking apart each detail of your face and putting it all together. Moon cast soft light down on the sharp contours of replication of your face. Her fist slammed against the table angrily as she combed clay into a shapeless ball. No. This wasn't your face. The clay was too soft, too sharp, too imperfect. Was her skill not enough to portray your beauty? No, she just had to put her whole soul into it. Her skill was enough, she was enough. 

Leah isn't one to be particularly aggressive. She is an artist, a supposedly fragile soul. 

Or she was, before Kel, the woman who made her second guess everything connected to romance. Was she too pushy? Was she too restrained? 

No matter how much she told herself she was better than her ex, she found herself spiraling slowly into the same twisted mindset. 

Farmer introduced to her first, daffodil in tact as a gift of a new acquaintance. Or so she thought, the farmer didn't specify why you gift things right after the introduction. 

Leah saw herself in farmer, the same lost and tired human wishing to find freedom in rural life. She only really talked to Eliot, even though people in Pelican Town were friendly, she still felt out of place. Like an imposter. Living at the outskirts of town didn't help either. 

Her house was situated on the way down from the farm which made farmer's visits more frequent. You hadn't realised how much happier Leah became as you started visiting her. 

She found herself glancing at the windows and waking up earlier and earlier until she lost her proper sleep schedule. Farmer woke up early in the morning to tend to the crops and she wanted to walk out of her home to meet you. 

At some point she realised that she could just meet you on your own farm! Or in your home. You never locked your doors, so she was basically invited. 

It wasn't surprising that Leah found more motivation to create art as you started talking. Each word, each bland syllable clinging to her mind like a parasite. It keeps her awake, recounting each small chuckle, each tone that accompanied the names of townsfolk. If you talked about another bachelorette with a little too much positive emotion, Leah would become weirdly quiet. Her eyes would have the same deep and weird look, the usual light in them sinking into the abyss of overthinking. 

The same abyss appeared when Kel had the audacity to appear before her front door. She had the guts to demand to be together again. Leah stood absent-mindedly, taking in the words with disinterest. 

Then Kel uttered your name, with such vile hiss that she tuned in immediately. Kel threatened you, threatened to hurt you for being so close to her. Her ex thought she would feel fear, that she would fold before Kel like all those times she did before. 

Kel, however, made a mistake. Leah wasn't the same kind-hearted artist she used to know. No. She was different, dangerous. Subtly, her fist clenched around the familiar sculpting hammer she used to carve an abstract sculpture for you. 

A satisfying crack hit her ears as wails of pain mixed deliciously with it. She was quick, precise. It was kind of artistic in a way, to carve someone terrible into a gory mess. 

Rain poured heavily as she stood before the end of the hill that sloped abruptly into the beach underneath. Her eyes looked off into the distance as she felt trembles in her hands. Unpleasant shivers raked down her spine as her wet shirt clung to her torso. Her eyes closed as she took in the chilly night air. 

"Leah!" rang out a familiar voice, the worried tone making her smile. She turned, looking at you with the softest gaze she could manage. There you were, umbrella in hand, running to her through the roaring rain. She felt a smile crease her lips, her chest tightening in a familiar warm feeling. 

Blazingly warm palm cupped her forehead, making heat bloom under the skin of her cheeks. She loved the feeling, it made her forget the roaring rain or coldness of her clothing. 

A spout of worried words left your lips but she didn't hear much. Her eyes were looking down at the waves that hit the rocky shoreline. A wet mass of red still clung to the rocks, a cluster of hair and blood mixed in terrifying amalgamation. A professional would easily recognize that the fall from the cliff wasn't enough to turn a human into a pile of meat and flesh. The townsfolk, however, wouldn't know better. An unfortunate accident, at least it wasn't anyone in town, right? Right. 

A.N; I have received some asks and rest assured I'm already working on them :]

[hyukasmiles]

imagine having an unforgettable one night stand with beomgyu and then months later when ure still thinking abt him u find out hes ur new roommate … 😱

—Beomgyu—

Description: this is a long one 😔 also I pulled this out of thin air so like i’m so sorry if it’s bad 😛

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// unprotected sex// oral// dry humping// multiple orgasms // NOT PROOF READ

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“No dick in the world is that good.” You groan to yourself, folding to rest your head on your steering wheel. “I need to get a life.” Your neighbor is in the car next to yours, and you briefly notice him watching you pout because you thought you saw your one nightstand from a month ago and when you called out for him it either wasn’t him or he ignored you, because he just kept walking. You shouldn’t be this upset over the fact that the man who you slept with one time might have ignored you- especially since he’s the same guy who ghosted you the day after.

“Pull yourself together.” You fling open the door of your car, ready to stomp up the stairs to your apartment and maybe take a nap. You get to do the first part but the bright red eviction notice on your door stops you from the second. “Jesus fuck!” You yell, crumpling the paper slightly.

“Hey neighbor!” Yeonjun, the neighbor from the car, must have followed you up the stairs where he stands behind you, reading the notice from over your shoulder.

“This is ridiculous.” You grumble, “he always gives us an extra week to get our checks in.” Yeonjun nods and pulls out his phone.

“You should get a roommate.” It looks like he’s searching for something, his eyebrows knit as he looks at the small screen. “My buddy needs one too, his name is Beomgyu.”

“I don’t want to live with a stranger.” You groan again, unlocking the door to your soon to be past home. “You want to come in?”

“He’ll be at my place more than he’s here…” Yeonjun steps into your house and you follow him, heading to the kitchen. “Plus… I think you guys have met, he keeps on asking me about you.”

“I don’t know a Beomgyu.” Except the guy you keep dreaming about told you he went by Gyu. “I need to move anyway, the rent is getting too expensive.” You freeze when Yeonjun shoves his phone in your face.

“You've never seen him before?” Your mouth falls open slightly, matching Beomgyu’s in the picture you’re staring at, it’s him. “We should get coffee, see if you like him… maybe sign a lease!”

“You’re being weirdly pushy about this.” You throw open the fridge door, trying to act normal. There is absolutely no way you can live with this man.

~~

“So this will be your room… I cleaned it last night so you’re good to just move in whenever.” You mumble, opening the door to your used to be office. “Rent is due every month on the fourth.” You leave Beomgyu with a tight lipped smile, desperate to get away from him and the way he makes you feel.

“Oh! Y/n! I hope our… history won’t make this awkward.” Beomgyu laughs, moving out of the doorway to let Yeonjun carry boxes in the room.

“History?” The man asks, quirking an eyebrow and rolling up his sleeves. “So you two do know each other?”

“We met a while ago.” You try to laugh it off but you can tell it’s not working, your neighbor tapping his foot on the laminate flooring. “I didn’t even recognize him until he was in front of me.”

Yeonjun let’s out a little oh and accepts your answer, walking back out to the moving van.

“You didn’t remember me?” Beomgyu laughs.

“No.” You turn to walk into your room.

~~

Living with Beomgyu turns out to be a lot easier than expected. He’s pretty timid but you can tell he's loud by nature, it shines through most when he’s playing video games. Usually he plays on his PC in his bedroom but sometimes he migrates to the switch he hooked up to your TV, tonight is one of those times.

“Blue shell, Kai??” He yells, shaking the controller in his hand. “I was literally in first place.” You can’t help the laugh as you pour a glass of water. “It’s not funny, Y/n! This is serious, we have money on this.”

“That’s ridiculous.” You snort and sit down on the couch next to him. Beomgyu never wants to be too close to you, always scooting over or standing up, but he’s so focused on winning that all he does is slide down to the floor- somehow bringing himself closer to you. To your surprise he just sits pressed up against your leg.

When Beomgyu loses he grabs you out of frustration, pulling you down onto the floor with him. You land with a thump and a groan but he doesn’t care to ask if you’re ok. “I was cheated.”

“Sore loser.” You can hear Kai from the headphones around your roommate's neck. Watching him act like this it’s hard to believe you ever even considered sleeping with him.

Beomgyu is definitely not your type. You’re known for going for guys like Yeonjun, not the loud nerdy gamers who only leave the house once a week like your hermit of a roommate. But the memory from months ago remains in the forefront of your mental subconscious and you get reminded of it every time Beomgyu wears sweatpants.

“You want to play?” Beomgyus' voice startles you, that and the fact he’s basically shoving the controller into your hands. “You have to beat Kai!”

You stop him before he can place the headphones on you two, trying to hand him back the controller. “I have to go get ready. I have a date tonight.”

Truth be told you don’t really have a date- unless you count flirting with random guys at a bar a date. But you like the way Beomgyu looks at you as you slip your heels on. “Is this guy picking you up?” He asks, biting his lip.

“No, we’re meeting at the bar around the corner.”

~~

You sit as prettily as you can; legs crossed, back arched, you even make sure your hair has fallen nicely as you wait for someone- anyone to approach you. Briefly, you consider going up to someone yourself, but if there’s one thing you refuse to do it’s look desperate in front of some hot guy who’s probably banging the bartender or gay so you sit and pout.

Shoulders sagging in defeat you guess it’s time to give up for the night and to seal the deal you wave over the bartender to pay your tab. It’s been a long time since you’d had to pay for your own drinks but there’s probably a good reason for it.

“You ready to go?” The bartender is gorgeous, maybe you could leave with her.

“Sure am.” You push your boobs out a little as you lean on the counter. “What time do you leave here?”

“Around three A.M usually. Is your boyfriend paying for this?” Was she… trying to see if you’re in a relationship? You don’t usually go for women but if she can make you cum then you’ll sit at this bar until noon tomorrow to go home with her.

Stupidly enough you start with a small uh and the most awkward smile you’ve ever made. “No… No boyfriend?”

“Cmon baby, don’t just write me off.” It’s a voice you recognize but can’t place, an arm wrapping around your waist. “We get in one argument and we’re over?” The man’s opposite hand slips a card to the waiter while you furrow your eyebrows trying to think of what’s weird about the voice behind you. When his hand pats your stomach, a habit he picked up from his friend, you know who it is.

You look up at Beomgyu with your mouth slightly open, leaning into him a little. This is the guy you would’ve hooked up with months ago, not the whiny gamer you now live with. “You’re paying for me?” You whisper.

The bartender hands Beomgyu back his card, winking at you as she walks off. “Let’s go, baby.” His words are hot on your neck, the heat traveling all the way down to your now soaking cunt. Beomgyu keeps his arm wrapped around you as the other one trails down your arm and to your hand.

You’re in a daze as Beomgyu leads you out of the bar and down the street to your apartment, holding you firmly against his side. Memories of your roommate and his skills in the bedroom are clouding your brain as he basically carries you up the stairs. “You got your keys on you, pretty?” You hum out a yes and dig in your purse. “You’re just perfect.”

It’s crazy how attractive Beomgyu is to you right now, even the way he unlocks the door is somehow sexy, and when he actually picks you up and sits you down on the cold counter you wonder if you could cum just from being thrown around. “You look so pretty tonight.” The man mumbles, spreading open your thighs so he can slot his hips in between them. “This is the same dress you wore last time. I wonder if you have the same panties on.”

“I do…” You whisper, lifting your hips and pulling the skirt of your dress up until you’re almost completely exposed, saved by a flimsy pink piece of lace. “Wore em’ just for you.” You grab Beomgyu’s hand and place it just below your navel. “I think you reached here last time.” You lean in so your lips are just barely ghosting by his.

“Been waiting so long to fuck you again.” You wrap your legs around his waist at the confession, grinding your cunt against the growing bulge in his pants. You whine as Beomgyu starts humping against you, the feeling of his jeans pushing your lace underwear against your clit has you wriggling beneath him, his arms caging you in as he sloppily tries to kiss you.

“I need you, Gyu, now!” You spread your legs even wider, digging your fingers into his shoulders. Beomgyu just whines back at you, his head sinking into your neck as he continues his ministrations.

Beomgyu’s breathing is getting more and more labored as his hands move to pull your dress over your head. “Feel so good. You’re perfect.” He grumbles, rolling one of your nipples with his cold fingers.

“It’ll feel better if you’d fuck me.” You move your hands to undo the buttons of his shirt but your fingers are so shaky that you can only get one of two done before you give up.

“It’s ok baby, you can just pull it off.” Beomgyu goes as far as to lift his arms in the air, his hips refusing to stop as he does so. “Or tear it, I don’t care.”

You slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling the two sides apart, gasping when the buttons pop off with barely any pressure. “So… sorry.” You draw out, pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

“ ‘S ok.” Beomgyu whines, folding back to rest his head in your neck. He bites and sucks at the skin as his whines get shorter and shorter. Eventually he loses all rhythm in his thrusts, and then he stops all together. You look down at him in surprise, his eyes going wide as he tries to catch his breath.

“Did you just-“ Beomgyu nods, blush creeping up his cheeks. The man in front of you sinks to his knees, buries his head in your thighs, and laughs. “Eat me out while you’re down there.” You mumble, threading your fingers through his hair. You’re shocked when he nods, large hands pushing your knees apart.

Surprise fills you when Beomgyu shoves his head in between your thighs, sucking on your clit through the lace of your panties. He continues like this, lapping at your hole and biting at your clit until you’re shaking. “I need more, Gyu.” You whine, trying to lift your hips to slide your underwear off but he holds you down onto the counter. You lean back on your elbows and try to grind against his face but he doubles down.

You give up, throwing your head back and whining as your orgasm slowly creeps forward. But then Beomgyu sucks on your clit, his teeth scraping against it and your shaking, tears welling up as you cum all over his face.

Beomgyu wastes no time slipping your underwear off, choosing to rip the fabric. “Can’t wait anymore.” He groans, pushing his pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring out. It’s longer than you remember, a little thicker too. He slips into you like he’s done it a hundred times before, a long breathy groan leaving him as he bottoms out. “God your pussy is great.”

“You’re so big.” You whine in response, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking up against him. “M’ so full, Beomgyu.”

Groaning, Beomgyu pulls all the way out and slips in again, a moan tearing through your throat at the feeling of a vein catching against your walls. Your cunt is squeezing around him- pulling him back in every time he pulls out. “Baby-“ He's whining again, leaning across your chest to place his head back in your neck. “I’m not gonna last, you're so tight.” His fingers move to run small circles on your puffy clit.

Your thighs start to shake and you somehow squeeze around him even tighter, barely letting him move as Beomgyu drives you full force into another orgasm. “Loosen up, pretty, I gotta fuck you still.” You try your hardest to calm down, grabbing onto his arms so tight you almost think you draw blood- but you just can’t.

It doesn’t slow Beomgyu down too much, his thrust turning short and shallow, enough to get him off apparently because he’s filling you up with a groan. “Perfect fucking pussy.” He whines, kissing you on the cheek. “I think I’m in love with you.”

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