#did this in like under 15 minutes! >:D

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Love & Lullabies | Part 4.5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: porn with some plot kinda, this yoongi is very horny and is a very methodical masturbator (?) in the way he set the mood for himself (could be canon, amirite), let’s fix that boner you left him with, and let’s soothe your weary minds from that Dispatch article, POV switch after the article headline, idk if you know that one video of yoongi in d-day during the piano break in life goes on he does this thing with his tongue… it’s written in here somewhere

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.5k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: December 15, 2024

✎ ˎˊ˗ A/N: Surprise! I kid you not, this was written within a span of like 8 hours? So if it sucks, that’s probably why, lol. Lucky for y’all I am too impatient to wait for notes milestones before I upload the next part, so here you go. 🎁 Also, @glossdebut, you know what you did. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Masterlist

“Fuck me…” Yoongi sighs, leaning further back into the computer chair. He runs both hands through his hair as the preliminary pinpricks of pleasure makes his cock spring to life under his sweatpants.

His phone is now propped on his half-empty coffee mug, of which the screen—maxed out in its brightness settings—is projecting the photo you sent through its 2x dynamic galaxy amoled display—of which his dick would personally like to thank his Samsung sponsors.

He is so horny he might just die if he doesn’t get off in the next five minutes. 

It’s your fault. Of course, it is.

God you’re so fucking sexy, do you even know that? Do you even realize what you do to him? He is literally about to masturbate in his multi-million won worth studio to the pitiful pixels you have afforded him with.

He stands up, curses you under his breath as he pulls his pants down to pool around his ankles. He drops to his chair, about to slip a clammy hand inside his boxers when he decides to adjust the view juuuust a little, zooming the photo closer…closer…  and that’s it.

Just the view he needs. (Sue him for having astigmatism.)

He grabs the aircon remote and adjusts the temp to a balmy 24 ‘cause it’d be hella annoying if he can’t get hard because his studio is an igloo.

Some velvety track with soft percussions filter out from his speakers.

A pump of lube from his hidden drawer, wet wipes at the ready for the inevitable clean up, and he’s off to the fuckin’ races. 

His fist wraps the base of his cock, coating his entire shaft with the gel. It's cold, but it immediately warms up to his body temperature as his palm slides up and down his semi. 

Greedy eyes rake your body on his phone screen. Your tits. They’re a vision. He can see just the ghost of your nipples, peaking in the slightest way against your silky top and suddenly his mouth is dry. What would they look like if they’re not hiding from him? For sure they’re puffy. Pretty jet-puffed marshmallows that he’s gonna be putting in his mouth and sucking until you’re falling apart and creaming with just that. He smirks. Yeah, he could do that.

He tugs at his cock faster, licking his bottom lip as he imagines the texture of your pebbled nipples against his tongue. He shivers, increasing the pace of his ministrations, cock now fully hard.

Back to the photo.

Huh. You knew what you were doing—squeezing your breast with your hand. The way the mound of flesh is about to spill over, and your areola is just kissing the edge of the fabric is actually killing him. It’s diabolical. Pure torture.

Had you been here, he’s scooping out that breast, the one you’re holding out to him, so it’s hanging generously from your top, wobbling as he bounces you on his fat dick. 

He feels his eyes crossing, caught in the spell of the hypnotic movements playing out in his mind. He moves his hand faster, cock throbbing and aching for release.

But he’s not there yet.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi lets himself sink back into the memory, rewinding the moments from just hours ago. The sensation of your weight against him is the first thing he recalls—the way your ass fits so perfectly in his lap, warm and soft, like you were made to be there. The way your body had melted into his touch, so pliant, so eager, grinding slightly like you were inviting him to ruin you, and he was more than willing to oblige.

Your lips—he can still taste them if he focuses hard enough��sweet, intoxicating, like the lingering memory of his favorite whisky. And your neck, the way it arched so perfectly for him, leaving him no choice but to press his mouth against it, the faint hint of your skin still ghosting on his lips even now.

If he concentrates, he can almost smell you again, that sweet, delicate perfume that drove him insane. It’s like you’ve imprinted yourself on him. Or maybe it’s the faint traces of your scent that linger on his hoodie, the one you pressed yourself into while straddling him and he could feel the perfect ass against his crotch. 

The thought is enough to send his pulse ticking faster, his head leaning back against the chair as a low, frustrated groan escapes him. He needs you. Fervently. Urgently. Needs you like he has never needed another person ever. 

Jaw slack, tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth, he imagines licking your nipples from side to side and his mouth stretches into a smile. He can almost hear you moan oh yoongi and wow what an ego boost to have you unraveling for him when in reality it’s he who is actually unraveling in his own damn hands. His cock is getting heavier, balls tighter at his impending demise. He tugs and tugs, collecting some of the lube that gathered on the base and pushing it back towards his angry tip, concentrating his movements there.

You’re not in the room but you might as well be with the way your name keeps tumbling from his lips. He is whining like a little bitch in heat, but he doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t had a satisfying jerk-off like this in a while. He can’t even remember sex being this good. Nothing remotely like the way this fog of lust has him ascending to another plane of existence right now, because you’re so fucking sexy and so good to him and he likes you so damn much and suddenly he’s coming, warm spurts of cum oozes from his throbbing cock decorating his fingers like the rings he used to wear to the knuckle, and fuck he’s still going, there’s so much and god dammit his boxers are soaked but it feels phenomenal.

Chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, he stares at his ceiling, waiting for his heart rate to slow down.

Not long after, he laughs at his stupidity, pulling a wipe from the packet and proceeds to clean up. He sobers up from his horny thoughts, but not by a whole lot. Not when the photo that started it all is still bright and beautiful from his phone. Shit. He cannot wait to fuck you for real. 

Little did he know, something was gonna fuck him up come morning.

AllKpop Scoop:

Confirmed: SUGA of BTS Dating Actress Lee Sung Kyung

Eagle-eyed fans are convinced the duo has been hiding their relationship in plain sight, pointing to their undeniable chemistry during a past Suchwita episode, where sparks were reportedly flying between the two.

The story was everywhere. News sites, entertainment shows, gossip columns, social media—each one milking it for all it was worth. 

Darling of the press, K-drama royalty, multi-awarded thespian Lee Sung Kyung, had resurfaced from her mysterious hiatus, and of course, the headlines couldn’t resist pairing her name with “infamous idol Min Yoongi.” You roll your eyes so far back your head they almost didn’t come back.

The South Korean media was having an absolute field day.

And as much as it hurt to see it, your first instinct wasn’t to dwell on the sting of the rumors. It was to scan every word, every post, every thread, checking if Haneul had been dragged into the mess.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been. You’d be devastated if your little sarang had been implicated in any of these stories. You don’t know the first thing about how to protect the poor baby from these trolls, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

The photo that sparked the frenzy was everywhere—a shot of Sung Kyung leaving Yoongi’s Hannam apartment. That was it. No Yoongi, no Haneul, not even a hint of context. Never mind that the building housed countless tenants or that there was zero proof they were together. It was enough to send the internet spiraling into speculation.

You were scrolling through the comments under one of the reposts, your stomach churning at the sheer creativity of the assumptions being thrown around, when your screen suddenly switched to an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You didn’t hesitate, swiping to pick up almost immediately.

“Sarang,” he starts, his voice soft and familiar, like he already knows he needs to tread lightly. Bro’s really starting with the buttering up.

“Where’s Han?” Was your first question.

“My parents drove him up to Daegu this morning. It’s better if he’s there for now.”

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temple as you sit back. “Just answer one question, Yoongi: is it true or not?”

“It’s a big fuckin’ lie,” he says without missing a beat, his voice steady and firm. “None of it is true.”

“So it’s all bullshit?”

“YES.” he replies emphatically.

The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, and you exhale, nodding to yourself. This is fine for now. “Okay.”

“Okay?” There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasn’t expecting you to let it go so easily.

“Yes. Just get your ass here by 7 and not a minute later.” You say, firm.

A pause. Then, with the faintest hint of a chuckle, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

Part Five >

A/N: So???? I don't know what that first part was. It just took a life of its own. Anyway, as per ush, please let me know what you thought about the chapter. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this, you lovely, beautiful human xo

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jake english vs. the confession : a dirkjake visual novel

-> follow jake english on a quest to avoid an incoming confession from his best buddy, while he tries to escape his persistent splinters! will dirk get to confess his love? will jake win against the prince of heart's mind games?? read and find out!!!!!!

downloads: google drive // mediafire

happy 4/13!!!!!!

this is my first 4/13 so i wanted to make something i would be proud of and this is the result!!!!!

more info under the cut :D

i made this with ren'py! i think it might be 10-15 minutes long depending on how fast you read!

good god i did this in two days. i can't feel my arm anymore. there are no choices in this due to severe time constraints but i hope you enjoy it anyway <33 the art may vary in quality, but i'm still proud i've managed to whip up like 35 drawings in a single day tbh?

there are no plot spoilers in this as far as i'm aware, and it's also not that canon compliant? i honestly wouldn't be able to tell you when this takes place. just don't think about the logistics too hard, i made this to be fun and cute!

special thanks :

my boyfriend who read me almost the entire meat epilogue while i was working on this (i have sustained severe emotional damage in the process.)

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the awesome homestuck soundtrack, some songs i used in the VN: moonsetter, darling kanaya, candles and clockwork, elevatorstuck, a tender moment, clockwork sorrow, white

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i hope with my whole heart people will give this the time of day T__T if you do thank you so much i love you forever

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Kisses to My Exes (m)

Pairings: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI.

I sat down and wrote this in 20 minutes and never looked at it again, I´m not responsible for anything under the read more button.

Follow me on twitter pleaseeee: wooyosgfreal <3

You should have let Mingi sleep on the floor.

You should have slept on the floor.

Anything but this.

Jeong Yunho was snoring next to you, his arm slightly touching yours because the bed just had to be minuscule. They were right earlier, Mingi would not fit next to Yunho, hence why you had to give him the cabin´s couch. Thinking back on it now, you could have asked to share the bed with Mingi instead of going through this and the realization made you groan louder than you planned to - but Yunho didn´t seem to be bothered by it, deep in his slumber state.

You should not have downed all that wine.

You were restless, tossing and turning in bed for hours, eyes glued to the dark ceiling and huffing in annoyance at yourself. You know how wine gets you, and you still went there and drank a whole bottle of it with your friends at their cabin. Of course you didn´t think about how you´d have to come back to your own cabin later with your ex-boyfriend  - out of all people - and his best friend. Now there you were, horny enough to climb the walls and nothing you could do about it.

Every option already crossed your mind: Locking yourself in the bathroom? With the two of them right outside? Ew, cringe. Taking a shower? The noise would wake them up, even worse than the first idea. Just going to sleep? Well, that´s what you´ve been trying to do for the past hour, but the throbbing in between your legs was not allowing you to.

The covers were too hot but when you took them off, the room was too cold, your pillow was too thin and the tags on your shirt were bugging you. Everything was wrong and you just wanted to scream in frustration –

“Will you quit moving?” Yunho´s deep sleepy voice made you jump in surprise, immediately turning your face to look at him. He didn´t even open his eyes, but you could see by his facial expression that he was annoyed.

The two of you didn´t exactly break up in good terms; actually, you could bet this was the first time he spoke to you alone since then. You don´t hate him - even though you´re the one who broke things off - and you guess he doesn´t hate you either. He is mad at you, though. Has been for the past five months.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You´re practically dancing in bed, what do you think?” He groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at you – and boy did they look angry.

“Sorry.”

Yunho sighed deeply before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. You genuinely felt bad for waking him up so you did your best to stay as still as possible, but the motionless position apparently made the throbbing more evident and it was starting to ache. You squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pain, noticing how Yunho´s breathing was deeper once again. He always fell asleep so easily, it amazed you, truly.

After what felt like hours – but were probably 15 minutes - you allowed yourself to move again, trying to find a more comfortable position, anything that would get you to fucking sleep.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” The deep voice surprised you once again, raspy from just waking up.

“I´m sorry,” Your voice on the other hand was small in shame, you truly didn´t mean to bother him, you were just so uncomfortable.

With another sigh, you heard Yunho shifting in bed until he was spooning you, his chest pressing against your back so casually, “If I help you out, will you let me sleep?”

“Help me out?” You practically stuttered, gob smacked by the sudden touch and the question.

“Y/N, we dated for almost 3 years. I know when you´re horny.”

“Oh.”

“I´m tired so don´t expect too much.”

You didn´t know what else to say besides a weak “Ok.”

You held your breath as Yunho´s hand expertly snaked its way down your sleep shorts and into your panties, a moan of relief slipping past your lips once his fingers traced your slit for the first time. The hot air from his lazy chuckle hit the back of your neck once he felt how wet you were, his pads continuing to trace your slit back and forth to spread it all around.

This didn´t have to be weird considering his fingers had already been inside of you many times before – and Yunho had such nice fingers, so long and slender, so clean and delicate, so beautiful. The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, bucking your hips against said fingers so he´d do something.

Yunho followed through with his words of not doing anything fancy, not bothering with teasing you or toying with you like he used to in the past. It was clear that his sole goal was to get you off as fast as possible so he could go back to sleep, and when the wet pad of his middle finger found your clit, drawing small circles against it, you were sure his wish would become true sooner than later.

As expected from someone who had been fucking you daily for the past years, Yunho immediately noticed how you were having a hard time trying to keep your moans in, his free hand instinctively finding your mouth and forcing two of his fingers inside to keep you quiet. He had to shut his eyes at the feeling of you moaning around his fingers because God, he missed your mouth. Another thing that was driving him insane, was the way you kept grinding your hips against his fingers chasing your high, therefore, rubbing your ass against his cock on accident every other second – He had to bite his bottom lip so you wouldn´t hear him groan.

When Yunho felt you were getting more agitated against him, he slipped a finger into you - and not even the way he pressed your tongue down kept your moan inside. Yes you broke up with him, and yes you´d never admit it, but no man would ever compare to Yunho. His fingers just reached places no one could ever, and he truly knew you inside out.

You could feel all of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, pumping into you slowly a few times before adding another finger, curling them so he could find the spots that got you clenching around him – which again, took zero to no effort.

“Already?” He chuckled darkly, noticing how you were already digging your nails into the pillow in desperation.

Since you couldn´t speak, you simply nodded, bucking your hips against his fingers because it just felt so good. In the middle of the woods, in that quiet cabin, you could hear so clearly the sound of his fingers pumping into you, in and out.

“It must be sad, huh? Not having me to fuck you anymore,” His voice sounded so raw and rough.

You moaned at his words, feeling close to the edge in record time. He was right, it was devastating.

“Bet you miss my cock every day,” His lips were slightly touching your neck as he spoke and it was driving you insane, especially with the way he sped up his fingers. “And I´m sure you imagine it´s me every time someone else is fucking you.”

Once again, he was right, but he didn´t need to know that.

Yunho´s fingers left your mouth once you didn´t answer, finding its new home around your throat, choking you hard enough to cut out your blood flow but not enough that you couldn´t breathe or talk, holding you close against him. Some animalistic part of him saying you were still his. Your hands clawed at his arm and you pressed your face against your pillow so you wouldn´t wake up Mingi as his best friend fucked you open with his fingers.

“Yunho,” You moaned, warning you were close.

“I know. You´re squeezing me so tight I can barely move my fingers.”

He removed his fingers then, leaving you empty for a second before the pads of his fingers were rubbing your clit once again, trying to tip you over the edge faster, applying the right amount of pressure as he drew fast eights against you. Your body was already stiff, preparing for the wave that was about to hit, the sensation quickly growing inside of you.

Yunho felt so big behind you, his groans sounded so hot against your ear and you realized you missed this, you missed him. You held onto his wrist for dear life and closed your eyes, paying attention to each drag of his skin against your sensitive walls, and the second he tightened his hold against your throat, you let it crash down.

Your body shook violently as pleasure took over your whole body, slowly reaching every edge of you. Yunho was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, your moans muffled by his palm as he continued his ministrations, watching you crumble down in his hold. He continued until your eyes were open once again, your breathing labored but stable, your body spasming in aftershocks. He continued feeling you until you were whining over being too sensitive, until you were pushing his hand that was covering your mouth away.

As you tried to come down, you felt Yunho fixing your panties back in place, turning to look at him when he retrieved his hand, watching how he sucked his fingers clean unceremoniously. You were in awe. You wish only love and mind-blowing sex were enough to hold a relationship.

“Thank you,” You managed to breathe out after a minute of silence. When he didn´t answer, you motioned with your head towards his sweatpants, “Want some help too?”

You could see how hard he was, and not only that, but you could feel his cock throbbing against your ass the whole time he was fingering you. The way he kept unconsciously grinding into you is probably one of the reasons you came so fast.

“I´m good. Let me sleep now,” And with that, he simply turned around, giving you his back. “Goodnight.”

Oh, he was really mad at you.

“Goodnight.”

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

AN: heads up, next post is NSFW so it will be broken up into "two parts" (even though it's one post). First part is the SFW part which will post on tumblr as normal, and the rest will be on Pillowfort which will be linked to the post. I'll drop a formal TW/CW before the post drops tomorrow he he

Transcript under the cut

Transcript:

Nancy Narrates: [There was a certain feeling that arose within me when I saw her name on properties around the city; it stirred a mix of both anger and desire]

Nancy Narrates: [If I was going to revel in the satisfaction of her loss to me, I knew I would have to put in twice the work, even if it came at a price]

-

Geoffrey: Go, Johnny! Go! Keep pushing!

Bob: You got it, kid! Bring it home!

Geoffrey: YEEEAAH! That’s my boy! That’s my son!

Bob: Whoa! Kid’s a natural athlete!

Jonathan: I-I made it? I made it! I did it!

Jonathan: Mom! Mom, I made my first goal! Mom!

Nancy: I guaranteed to Mayor Dreamer that I could cut cost 20%. We have 15 days left before the bid is awarded. We need to make this happen!

-

Malcolm: Mommy, come look at my sketches! I made a big house, just like you-

Nancy: I can’t keep burning daylight waiting for answers- one second. Malcolm, not now. Mommy is busy.

Malcolm: [whines] But you’re always busy! I want you to look at it right now!

Nancy: [groans] Please, no whining. Spare Mommy for a moment, please? Give me an hour.

Malcolm: [huffs] One hour!

Nancy: One hour.

Malcolm: It’s been exactly one hour, lady! Mommy? Heeyy...are you sleeping?

-

Nancy: She thinks she can best me at my own game? I’ve prepared my whole life for this, I refuse to let some second rate nothing firm challenge me.

Nancy: And I’ve research her work, her designs are horrid. She’s a brutalist. Of course she is. Anyone can put no effort into a tacky, soulless desolate building and slap a sale price on it. It requires no talent which she clearly lacks.

Geoffrey: Nance. [huffs] Listen, I love hearing about your day, but when I asked how you would like to celebrate our 10 year anniversary, you said you'd be busy with the Dreamer Project, which I understand, but when I asked could we make arrangements after, you went on a tangent about Lily Feng for 45 minutes.

Nancy: D-did I? ...I’m sorry.

Geoffrey: I know I married a passionate woman. It’s just, you have to find a balance with these things. You have to make room for the boys and for me.

Geoffrey: Johnny is feeling sore about you missing his big shot at his game.

Nancy: But I didn’t miss it. I was there!

Geoffrey: There’s being there, and then there’s being there, you know?

Nancy: God, I’m making such a mess of this. I’ll make it up to him. Perhaps... we can make a thing of it, our anniversary. We can take a trip with the boys.

Geoffrey: I’d love that. Baby, I don’t mean to make you feel bad-

Nancy: No, you were right to. I’m getting too carried away.

Geoffrey: [chuckles] I don’t know why you’re so worried, we all know you’ll win.

From: Nancy Landgraab (Nancy@LCorp.net) 3 more days until I’m awarded the bid. I may have a janitorial position open for you if you ask me nicely for it.

From: Lily Feng (l.feng@LE.com) Up so late thinking about me, are you? I guess we’ll see who ends up begging on their knees for work, Landgraab.

-

Assistant: Mrs. Landgraab, the site manager from Tomarang returned your call. He’s on line one. He also has his translator on the line as well.

Nancy Narrates: [I was going to win. Fortunately for me, money was a language spoken everywhere and I had plenty of it]

Lily: [speaking in Tomarangi]

Victor: I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.

Lily: [scoffs, laughs] More important than the needs of our clients here?

Victor: It’s about the Dreamer Project and the Landgraabs.

Victor: The contractors pulled out. They were paid off.

Lily: Fuck! This cannot happen, Victor! The fucking proposal is due in 24 hours! Where the hell are we going to get the cheap labor and materials?!

Victor: We can’t! We’re screwed!

Lily: So... so she won? Is that it?

Victor: Won? Are you serious? Damn it, Lily! You and this- this game of yours will ruin us! We needed this!

Lily: [murmurs] She- actually beat me?

[sweetflanfiction]

Asymetrical Symphony - Part 17

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14 • Part 15 • Part 16

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After some long minutes of silent work, Viktor placed the goggles on his forehead again and turned his face to your almost sleeping figure.

"Wake up." He threw a small piece of pink chalk at your chest.

"Is it finished?" You blinked away the sleepiness and chucked the chalk back to him.

"No... but I am cross-eyed looking at the thing." He took the goggles off his head and swiveled the bench to you. "Have you tried the new suffix I showed you?” 

The night of the dinner, he had sent Jayce a note with a new symbol to add to your runes. It was disappointing that he had come himself to give you the thing, but you knew how much he hated these events. 

You were certain that, in every universe imaginable, Viktor, co-creator of Hextech, would not be caught dead in a room full of Pilties unless under threat. And Jayce wasn’t about to threaten his life for a two-hour dinner, mostly because if your mother knew, she would threaten Jayce’s life in return. It was a give-and-take with these two.

“Yes, I did.” You turned on the couch so you were fully lying on it, drawing runes in the air.

“And…?” He leaned his elbows into his knees.

“I had to explain to my mother why my bedroom was in disarray after a whirlwind went through it.” You looked down at him, watching his warm eyes widen. “And then I had to explain to Voltaire why all the lights in the house went out for the whole day."

“The rune I gave you was how we… well… in simple terms… solidify the hex gem light into a laser.” He made a gesture with his hand, like a claw coming from his back. “Those results are unexpected. What runes did you speak for them?”

“The move made the whirlwind and the starlight made lightning, but—”

“Lightning?” Viktor was already opening and closing drawers, trying to find his notebook.

“Yup…and--”

“The solidified state of your move rune is a whirlwind, and the starlight is lightning. I need to write this down.” He interrupted, his words coming out as quickly as the lighting from the little marbles of light.

“I already did…but—

“Good, we should try it again in a more... secure place.” He finally found the book with a little 'aha' sound and opened it.

“I’m not going back in the broom closet.” You quickly added to his speech. “Neither of these two runes makes me comfortable in an enclosed space.”

“Understandable.” He nodded after a while of consideration.

“Anyway…what shined was the mending rune…”

“How so?”

Getting up from the couch, you walked over to his desk, intent on grabbing the closest piece of chalk on the table, but Viktor’s hand appeared, palming his pencils and pulling them away from you quickly.

You leaned your hip against his table, crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow, your face a mask of inquiry.

“There are disposable pencils in the first drawer.” He said, motioning with his chin to the place he mentioned.

You opened the drawer, and six, somewhat new, charcoal pencils were stored. You frowned and took one out. They hadn't even been sharpened yet.

“These are brand new.” You showed him the pencil, and he nodded.

“Yes, and they are also Jayce’s…” You saw the mischievous grin on his face and shook your head.

“For your information, I was going to do this with chalk.” You broke the pencil in three places.

“That would be even worse!" He quickly placed all his writing utensils in a mug with Jayce's face on it. "Do you know how much I have to defend the use of colored chalk? I feel like I’m arguing my thesis…” 

“What's with the Academy and not giving its scientists what they need to survive the grueling task of mathing?” You joked and threw him the middle part of the pencil, watching him fumbling to catch it before it hit the floor.

"Would you like to do math? Because I can play the piano. We can switch one day. See who lasts longer." He jokingly pointed to the arachnid-looking machinery.

“Are you done with the pity party?" You asked, grinning at him, and he nodded brightly.

"Yes, go ahead." He stretched his leg in front of him as he grabbed the edge of the table.

"I've also been managing to speak the rune with fewer movements every time.”

“Abbreviations of words are very common.” He looked at the ground and tilted his head. "Once you become accustomed to speaking a word, you can simply say its condensed form, and it will be understandable."

Viktor gently pushed himself along the table to roll over to where you stood, the last push a little too strong as he came bumping into your side. You grabbed his shoulder to keep both of you from falling to the floor, and he instinctively moved an arm around your waist. You looked down at him, and he up at you. 

You both stood there for a while, and your hand moved closer to his neck, stroking it for a couple of seconds. He moved away and made a little laughing sound. You tilted your head to the side, raised your eyebrows, and didn't again.

"No." He moved away laughing, his hand dragging behind you, leaving a cold trail on your lower back.

And it was then you found out that this Viktor was ticklish. And that little childish detail, the way his eyes instantly filled with laughter, made you extremely happy. Viktor deserved to feel joy and happiness.

With a cough to clear your throat and get back to the present, you took the pencil and placed its pieces a little further apart than the last time, the middle part that you had discarded, missing. As you spoke the rune, you added the sustain and solidify symbols at the end. 

The tendrils came out of the rune and found the intended target, touching the two parts of the rough snapped wood and then solidifying around it until it had the consistency of a paste. After a second the paste started to grow, the tendrils now coming out like gravity-defying candle wax from both sides. They met in the middle, forming a bridge of a blue, slimy material. Once the missing part of the pencil was filled, the paste started to harden, becoming a blue, shimmery shape that connected and glued both parts together.

“It connects what's missing now.” You whispered, trying not to startle the enthralled scientist.

Viktor grabbed the pencil and looked it over from every angle against the light, even tapping on it with his nail. It was slightly translucent, and the noise resembled knocking on a piece of thick glass. He wrote with it, and it worked as it should.

“It is a solid shape, yes, but I believe it’s not a replica of the pencil.” He said, chewing the inside of his mouth. His eyes lifted for a moment, and he went to grab his crutch.

Autumn was around the corner, and the temperature change made his bones and muscles ache. He had told you when you widened your eyes at his crutch and leg brace that when the cold seasons come, he uses them more often to help him. You didn't need to touch his back to know the back brace was there too. 

The Viktor in your dimension had the same problem in his better days. Any weather change would bring his pain level up. He once told you it felt like his bones were grinding on his other and that his muscles were made of fire. It didn’t stop him from coming to the lab. 

It didn’t seem to stop either of them.

You hadn’t questioned him using the brace on the hex leg, but you’d assume it would help stabilize it and even out its weight. 

You were snapped out of memory lane when Viktor sat back down with a ‘humph’ on the stool. He quickly grabbed the screwdriver and started to separate the top side of the crutch from the bottom. In between them, there was a small mechanism. He grabbed that and showed it to you.

“This makes me able to readjust the height of the crutch. This spring makes this pin go into that hole and makes the crutch adjustment secure.” He told you and waited for a confirmation that you understood.

“Alright.” You nodded, confused, your eyes shifting from his to what was in his hand.

He took the spring out, and it left a space in the mechanism.

“Fix it.” He told you and gave you the broken thing.

Without questioning him, you made the rune and waited. The gooey magic substance attached to where you saw the spring start and where it ended, but it didn’t make the shape of the spring. It just connected those two pieces the same way it connected the pencil: with a solid blue cylindrical shape.

"Sorry." You told him, afraid you had broken his walking aid, but he shook his head.

“Interesting…” He grabbed a small hammer he had on his table and hit the new blue piece softly. “It creates new forms but not specific ones.”

“I just learned to speak it. Maybe it comes with practice.” He hit it again with a bit more force, and it broke. "It would be good to be able to actually create new forms."

Viktor nodded as he grabbed the old spring and set it again in its rightful place. He redid the aid, tried it a couple of times, and after he was satisfied, kept it between his knees, leaning his chin and his hands on the middle handle.

“I may be able to help you with that.” The scientist smiled and got up from the table, his leg brace whining at the movement. He went over to the hex core storage and came back with a small thing in his hand. 

“It’s a panel with a missing gear.” He limped back towards you and threw himself on the couch, motioning for you to do the same.

You did, your knees touching as he showed you what he had in his hand. It was a small copper panel with two gears on each side, an empty spot in the middle, and a switch. He touched the switch, and one gear moved, but without the middle one, the last kept still. He stopped off the switch and moved his hand, a gear appearing between his fingers.

“The shape.” He turned the loose gear over to you and pointed a finger at the panel. “The place."

Understanding what he meant, you nodded and grabbed the panel gently, turning it over in your hands.

“Yes, Professor.” You noticed his hand squeeze the gear quickly and then let go. You looked up at him and watched as his usually caring golden eyes turned into something fiery, like hot coals in a fireplace. You saw his gaze quickly shift downwards to your mouth and then up, and as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Hum... Good luck." He awkwardly got up from the couch and sat back down on his stool, quickly grabbing his goggles and placing them over his eyes.

There was a heat behind his eyes. A small flash from your dimension told you exactly what it meant. There were some things Viktor would enjoy, and when he threw those glances at you, you could pinpoint what they were. It would mostly end up in something that both enjoyed. 

But your Viktor had been stubborn, and although you knew his feelings for you matched your feelings for him, there was always that little ‘I am dying’ detail that, no matter how much you told him you didn’t care, he didn’t forget. And you didn’t—couldn’t—blame him. 

In the end, the only thing you could do was respect that. 

You stayed in the lab with Viktor, trying to make a little gear out of the goo. You’d managed to make some shape out of it, but the gear was proving a little too difficult, and you could feel the tingle in your hand fade as you kept using it.

At some point, Jayce had joined in on the two of you, mumbling something about the council and their demands. Viktor had looked at him and simply passed him another part of ‘The Reader.’. 

For a few hours, you forgot this wasn’t where you belonged. These weren’t your old friends. For a few hours, this was just a normal day of yours. After leaving the orchestra, you’d come by and idly sit by them, listening to them tinkering and reading a book about whatever subject you felt like. Sometimes you’d bring a guitar or some of your father’s records.

You felt the couch sink next to you, and you tucked your socked feet under the leg of whoever had sat down, your back leaning into the arm of the couch. It was muscle memory. It wouldn’t be strange for Jayce to lean against you when he sat; his big shoulders and torso were most likely to be used as a pillow, or for Viktor to place his legs on your lap gently, the pain becoming bearable when he stretched his muscles after being sat all day.

“Oh!” 

Immediately you looked up and saw it was Viktor who had sat down, and clumsily you moved your feet away. Only to be stopped by a hand on your knee, a tired smile on his lips.

“There is no need to move.”

He moved his leg, so you could place your feet back where they were under his thigh, and then he rested his arm on your knees. Viktor leaned his back and shoulders against the couch, his neck stretching back and his long legs sprawled on the floor.

For a while, the only thing heard through the lab was Jayce’s angrily muttering against whatever he was welding. Whatever the council had asked him, he was not happy to comply.

“How is your gear making?” Viktor asked, turning his neck to look at you.

The board now was not as pristine as it had been. There were small pieces of crystal that you could get detached with the small hammer Viktor had provided. The best shape you could make was a splatter sort of circle, connecting the dents of the two other gears.

“Well, good news, bad news. Which one do you want first?” He showed you two fingers in the hand that had wrapped around your knees, indicating the second choice. “I don’t think this rune is made for creating shapes.”

“I was thinking as much. But I was hopeful it could take different paths to mend things.” You gave him the board, and he grabbed it, turning it around near his face and inspecting the blue goo on it. “The good news?”

“I can abbreviate the rune.” You smiled when he looked at you, eyebrows raised, impressed and proud.

The sound of a metal tool falling to the ground, followed by a curse, was heard on the other side of the room, and at the same time, a knock on the door. 

Viktor groaned and clumsily got up, using the arm of the couch, your knees, and then the table to get himself upright while you sat up to a less comfortable position. 

You quickly hid the small powdery leftovers of your tests and placed the glove on your hand. Even though it wasn’t as bright as before, it was still glowing. 

Jayce grumbled as he got up to open the door.

“Hello,” the bright young voice of Sky echoed in the lab. “The council has given me some more project briefings…”

“Great…” Jayce threw whatever tool he had picked up from the floor on his part of the table. Sky flinched at the sound. 

“Thank you, Miss Young.” Viktor grabbed his crutch and limped towards her, trying to appease the girl. “Is there anything else?”

“Hum…yeah…yes…” She looked at Viktor and smiled. “The council wants them reviewed right now.”

Jayce turned to look at Sky and was about to open his mouth to contest, but Viktor took several quick strides towards the woman while throwing Jayce a look you couldn’t see but that shut him up.

“Thank you. You can wait here if you want.” He pointed to the couch you were sitting at, and you gave her a quick wave.

“We’ll give them back as quickly as we can.”

She looked confused for a while when she saw you there but quickly gave you a quick smile and nodded at Viktor.

He looked back to watch her make her way to you and then smiled softly when your eyes met.

“Hello.” Sky said, sitting down next to you, her hands on her knees. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here after your appointment.”

“Hi!" You shrugged and rolled your eyes in an exasperated manner. "The gadget didn’t work properly, and Viktor is making some adjustments as he goes. Saves me the trips and the rescheduling.”

“Ah…yes…makes sense. More efficient that way. It's strange to have to add a planner to the multitude of other things we have to keep in check.” She pushed her glasses up and smiled, her expression showing her distaste for the added unnecessary work. “Oh, congratulations on the orchestra seat.”

“How…?”It took you by surprise that she knew about this since it only happened two days ago.

“Oh…My father works at the printing house, and the orchestra is doing the flyers and posters for this season. I saw your name on the roster.”

“Ah! It’s your father…of course.” In your world, her sister worked in the printing house. “The first winter show is right around the corner. Are you going to go?”

She looked at her hands and shook her hand.

“The tickets for the season's first shows are always too expensive. We’ll probably go later in the season.” 

“Let me rephrase that…” you grinned at the girl. Much like any other person you’d met in this timeline, some of their traits and likes probably still happened to their counterparts here. And you knew Sky enjoyed music. You had invited her several times to watch the orchestra rehearse in your time. It was a free concert for her, and it was worth it to see her just ramble about it afterwards. “Would you like to go to the first show of the season?”

Her eyes brightened up, and you smiled, but her elation stopped short, and she shook her head, sighing.

“There’s no need for you to trouble yourself.” She smiled sadly.

“It’s no trouble. I have 2 seats always reserved in my name. It’s a thing they do to their musicians. My mother and Willah have their box; these two have the Academy’s ticket and will likely be invited. I don’t mind giving you the seats; you can take whoever you want…maybe your sister could come…” Her face lit up again as you realized what you just said and quickly corrected. “If you have sisters…maybe a date…I don’t know…”

“Yes, my sister would love to go. Maybe my mother…I’ll ask…” She adjusted her glasses. “Are you sure? I truly don’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition or trouble. I would rather you have them than for them to be empty.”

“Thank you! You’ll be at the piano, right?”

You nodded, and the conversation rolled out easily. Talking about music and compositions and favorites. Sky had always been easy to talk to. She was a genuinely nice person. Had a huge crush on Viktor, which you teased him about, but unfortunately for her, the feelings he had for her didn’t reach those heights. When he became the Herald, he told you she lived in the astral world, always there in the core helping him navigate his new circumstances. He told you she was a friend; you knew she was his guilt.

A high-pitched sound was heard from somewhere in the lab, and both you and Sky looked at each other in silent confusion. It sounded like a kettle ready to boil over.

“Do you hear that?” She asked, looking around, and you nodded, looking around yourself.

She got up from the couch and took a step forward towards the two men sitting at the end of the table. The noise grew louder.

“Vik…” Sky started but was interrupted by a small explosion and three wheezing sounds coming from Jayce’s work table.

You ducked your head as three bolts carved themselves like bullets on the wall behind you. Viktor called your name, and Jayce ran to his station, turning off his still-working welder. You, however, were watching as three red stains appeared on Sky’s uniform.

You rushed forward as she fell to her knees, grabbing her just in time for her head not to hit the ground. She groaned and touched her hand in the three small holes in her abdomen.

“No, no, no.” You chanted, grabbing the blanket from the couch and putting pressure on her wounds. “Get someone!” 

Viktor limped his way to both of you and awkwardly plopped down on the floor, the brace on his leg making it difficult for him to sit down.

“Jayce! Get the enforcers we need to get her to the hospital.” Viktor shouted back as well, and you heard Jayce’s footsteps hit the ground running.

“Ouch,” Sky winced weakly, looking down at herself. “I hate blood.”

“We all do, dear.” You placed a bloody hand on her forehead. “You got to breathe and be calm. Help is coming.”

She nodded, and you looked at Viktor, a bloody pool starting to form at his knees. Both your hands were now holding the thick blanket to her midsection. You kept checking her breathing and making sure she was conscious, but the minutes seemed like hours.

In a moment of silence, you heard the sound of a crackling fire, an orange light shining above you. Craning your neck up, you saw the ceiling crack and move apart. Not like the glass shattering, but a slow movement as the ceiling pieces moved away. The crackling sound mixed with a slow bubbling of liquid. It reminded you of when your mother would boil caramel and condensed milk for her dessert. 

The mix of sounds and the slow movement of the cement was mesmerizing. Then a drop of a bright, hot, sizzling orange substance fell right into your gloved hand. For a moment you thought it would burn the leather away, but it simply got absorbed. It looked like a pebble hitting water, making small rounded waves. Before another drop fell, you quickly ripped the glove from your hand and caught the orange drip. Same effect, but before the little waves stopped, a bead of bright blue shot up to the ceiling. 

In the distance, you heard Viktor call your name, but you were far more interested in the liquid within the cracks going from red to blue.

You saw more tears of blue hit the ceiling as the sound of bubbling and crackling grew louder in your ears. Every time a drop landed, the cracks moved in a different direction. When it stopped, you saw a rune. A new rune.

Unlike the purple one, this one also had an urgency but not a devouring need to be spoken. It was more than the hunger to use it; it was the urgency of the situation. Like the arcane was telling you to trust it. It was still strange to have this outer pull to do something. The other runes didn’t have it.

The whole rune appeared, and you blinked, searing it into your memory. And when… whatever it was… knew you were gonna trust it, the world spun.

Your glowing hand was almost out, but it still had a bit of magic left, and it moved on its own. Speaking this rune was unlike any other; there was no intention, no need to flick it. You spoke it, and your hand snapped to the blanket. With a swift movement, you pushed the blanket away, blood gushing out of the wounds.

You, or better, whatever was moving you, turned your head to the wall in front of you, staring at the three little dots on the wall like there was nothing else more interesting in the world.

Your body worked on its own accord like you had felt in the council room when you wrote the runes on the ground. Sky’s blood felt warm against your hand for a few seconds, until you felt that same warmth drag up from your hand to your elbow, to your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Viktor half shouted, his bloody hand grabbing your forearm, but when your gaze snapped to him, he quieted down with a gasp. 

You wanted to watch it happen, but whatever will you had to move had been sucked out, and you found yourself staring unemotionally at your friends' worried golden orbs. 

You felt a warmth go up your arm, into your clothed shoulder, as it traveled down your torso until it reached the mirrored spot Sky was hurt. 

And then the warm feeling became a searing, white burning pain. 

You’ve been punched in the gut several times. By Vi, by an array of Noxus soldiers. Even by a beautiful white and gold construct, that one hurt more feelings than flesh. It wasn’t pleasant; it made the air inside your body come out in a huff. It was painful, but it wasn’t this. 

This was like someone took a hot knife and was carving something into your flesh. You could almost smell the burned skin.

Viktor shouted your name, but there was nothing you could do to snap out of whatever trance that rune got you into. You wanted to scream in pain; you wanted to ask for help, but nothing came out. You kept your eyes focused on your friend at his concerned gaze, trying to convey the pain you were feeling, but you weren't sure he understood it. You didn’t feel any muscle on your face move, and for a moment you panicked.

Was this what the hex angels felt whenever Viktor took command of their bodies? Was this it? This lack of control over your body as your mind screamed in pain?

You felt your body fall to the ground with a thud, your heartbeat quickly drumming in your ears. You heard Viktor shuffling to your side, but the world was quickly becoming black. As your vision faded, you saw Sky's teary eyes blink as life crept back into her.

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˚ · . 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱… you go out with your best friend in an attempt to forget about your ex, but he finds his way back into your life

˚ · . 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼… my first fic😬; bathroom sex; p in v; unprotected; language; f!ngering; mentions of drinking; pet names

“𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞 𝙖𝙢, 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣”

“Are you just gonna mope around forever? You’ve gotta forget about him eventually. You broke up with him for a reason.” my best friend, Madi, said while she put on her new lip combo for the 5th time in the last 15 minutes.

“I just can’t… I regret breaking up with him if I’m being honest.” I reply, hiding myself in his my hoodie.

Matt and I dated for 8 months, almost 9. Almost as long as a whole pregnancy. But I threw it away. I threw it away cause you were pissed that he “went out too much”. Of course he goes out, we’re young, why was I mad? Why did I break up with him?

“Oh please, you need to forget about him. Do you not remember how he would always brush you off for his friends, or even ditch you to hangout with other people?”

Madi scoffs and repeats herself,

“You need to forget about him. We should go out to the club !!”

“The club? I don’t know. I don’t think I even have anything good to wear…”

“I have the perfect thing for you, don’t even worry.”

She rushes over to her closet, skimming through her outfits and occasionally throwing things off to the side. A few moments later, she grins and turns to face me, holding up a lacy red dress.

“Isn’t it perfect? And it’ll show off your boobs.”

Madi giggles like a little kid and sets it down on the bed beside me.

Maybe she’s right. I did break up with him, why am I still so hung up on him? Maybe I do need to forget about Matt. The least I can do is try.

“Soooo you gonna wear it or what??”

I sigh and look back and forth between her and the dress, chewing on my bottom lip lightly while I think.

“Okay fine I guess I will.”

“Yay!! We’ll have so much fun!”

She does a little clap and a goofy smile while I get up from the bed and pick up the dress. Madi walks over to her vanity and sits down in front of it, fixing her concealer.

“You know where the bathroom is, I’m redoing my make up. We gotta find some men to fuck!”

“Yeah okay I don’t know about all that” I laugh a bit while walking to Madi’s bathroom. She calls out, “I’m definitely finding someone!”

As we made our way into the club, it was already packed. Red lights shined down on us, and music was blaring so loudly that it would definitely leave my ears ringing for days.

“Come on we should get a drink!” Madi yelled over the music.

“Yeah I definitely need to not be sober for this”

I followed her to the bar, my hand loosely holding hers so we don’t get separated from each other in the crowd. She accidentally bumps into someone, getting their drink down the side of her dress.

“Oh what the fuck! You go to the bar, I’m washing this off in the bathroom!”

Before I even get the chance to say anything, she’s running towards the bathroom. I make my way towards the bar, sitting down at an empty seat.

So far, this has not been a pleasant experience. But it’s definitely getting my mind off of him.

Suddenly, a large hand holds onto my shoulder. I turn my head around quickly and my heart drops.

Matt.

“What the hell…” I mutter under my breath and look up to meet his gaze.

“What? Not even a hello?” He flashes a side smirk and I can already feel myself getting wet. He sits down on the bar stool besides mine and holds eye contact.

“Just… you were the last person I was expecting to see tonight.”

I stare into his icy blue eyes, subconsciously clenching my thighs together.

“Didn’t know you were the clubbing type.” He tilts his head to the side slightly.

“I’m only here because of Madi.”

“I don’t see her. Where’s she at? And she really dragged you here? Why?”

“Oh she just.. she got some drink spilled on her dress…and she got me to come because…um, she said I needed to ‘forget about you’.” my voice gets quieter and I look away from him as my cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“Forget about me? That’s absurd. You’re my girl.”

I can feel my thong getting soaked and my face flushes a deep red.

“You can’t just say things like that…” I keep my gaze away from his, determined to not make eye contact.

“Why? Does it get you flustered? I see the way you’re squeezing your thighs together.”

He suddenly grabs my chin and turns my head to face him.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

“Yeah it makes me flustered. I’m supposed to be forgetting about you, not talking with you.”

“You wanna forget? Let me remind you.”

He places a hand on my upper thigh, his rings chilling my skin slightly. I look down at his hand, the only thought going through my mind is how his fingers would feel curled inside me.

“I’m pretty sure they have a family bathroom in this place.”

My eyes immediately flick up to his at his bold comment.

“Uh yeah I think so…”

“Let me remind you, hm?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

I almost jump out of my seat. He gets up, placing a hand on my lower back, and leads us towards the bathrooms.

He pushes the door of the family bathroom open, letting me walk inside first before swiftly shutting and locking the door. I back myself up against the counter and he follows, standing infront of me. He places his hand on the edge of the counter beside me and uses the other to play with the strap of my dress.

“Can I take this off?”

I nod and get more flustered, on the verge of begging for his touch. He slips down my dress, letting it to fall to the floor as he puts his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up and placing me down on the cold counter.

“You look so pretty like this.” Matt says while running his middle and index finger across my still clothed clit and entrance. I moan softly at the contact.

“So wet for me too…” He moves his hands up to the edge of my thong as I whine at the loss of contact.

“Can I take this off too baby?”

“Y-yeah. You can..”

As soon as those words leave my mouth, he’s yanks my thong down and discards it on the floor. He brings his fingers back up to my clit and moves them in small, teasing circles.

“Oh fuck… don’t tease me Matt.” He doesn’t say anything, instead shutting me up by kissing me and pushing his fingers into my cunt easily.

He pumps his fingers in and out quickly. I moan out loudly as he starts leaving red marks at the base of my neck, causing him to place his free hand over my mouth.

“Quiet. You don’t want anyone hearing, do you?”

“No…” My response is a little muffled, considering his hand is over my mouth, and he only speeds up his pace. That familiar knot in my stomach starts to form. My back starts to arch, my walls clenching around his fingers.

“You close baby?” He asks, still pumping his fingers into me madly, starting to curl them to hit that sensitive spot.

The only thing I can do is nod as I lean my head back in pleasure.

“Use your words.”

“Yes- fuck!” I yell out as I cum hard on his fingers, and he keeps going while I come down from my high.

“You did so good f’me.” He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“Holy shit…” I start to catch my breath for only a few moments before he commands me again.

“Get up and turn around.” Immediately I listen, getting off the counter and turning around so my back is pressed against his chest. He runs his hand from the bottom of my spine to my neck, bending me over the counter. I shiver at the feeling.

I watch in the mirror as he quickly undos his belt buckle and shoves down his baggy jeans and navy blue boxers. My lipstick is smudged and there’s make up running down my face. Already looking fucked out but we haven’t actually fucked yet.

He strokes himself a few times before pushing his tip up to my entrance. He grabs my hands and pins them behind my back before pushing his entire length in, his tip kissing my cervix. I whine at the stretch, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure.

“So fuckin’ tight…” He groans as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me. Feels like I could cum again right then.

He continues fucking me roughly and I let my head fall forward as I let out another loud moan. Matt grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head up so I can see him through the mirror.

“You’re gonna watch.” All I can do is nod at his command as I feel that knot in my stomach get tighter.

“Matt.. I’m gonna cum!” I look into his eyes and can feel my walls clench around him again. He drops my hair and brings his hand down to my clit, rubbing small tight circles.

“Come f’me. Come on my cock.”

The knot in my stomach snaps, and I let out a loud pornographic moan as I cum for the second time. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and stroking himself. His cum lands on my back as he throws his head back.

The only sounds filling the bathroom are heavy breathing. He grabs a wad of toilet paper, using it to clean off my back.

“Let me clean you up…” He bends down and places his hands on my ass as he starts licking at my clit and entrance. I whine a bit as I’m still sensitive, but he gets up and licks his lips after a few moments.

“That definitely did not help me forgot you.” I say while getting up and sliding my thong back up.

“Maybe you should try to forget me more often so we can do that again.”

We get our clothes back on and sneak out the bathroom together, but Madi is practically 2 feet away from the bathrooms. She glances over, seeing me and Matt leaving, and immediately walks over to me.

“When I said we need to find some men to fuck I didn’t mean your ex!”

˚ · . 𝓪/𝓷… my first fic and attempt at smut so sorry if it sucks 🤗…also rushed that ending whoops

[yourlocaltreesimp]

FIRRRRRR I JUST WANNA SAY I APPRECIATE YOU SO SO SM

I almost saw god (almost fainted??? I think 😭) 3 separate times in 15 minutes today you have no idea how much you just made my day <33333333

So anyways, you know me, I'm obviously gonna be requesting smth with Legend my beloved dnjwbdkdbkxbe

And since I'm under the weather currently, could it be Legend taking care of reader when they're sick/in pain? (I've been coughing up my lungs and my throat hurts dude 😭)

Thank you so much Fir :D!!!

I hope you’re feeling better hun! Knocked this out in an evening and was able to write for the first time in months. It was so freeing. Thank you.

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Legend takes exceptional care of that which he cares for. It may not be readily apparent behind that never ceasing judgemental sneer, but behind every “You look like shit” and “Hylia- What the fuck happened to you?” There was a worried little boy.

He cares greatly, even if he never got that care.

He cared so greatly because he never got that care.

Years of travel and adventure and too late and not enough made him harsh, he acknowledges. It’s instinct. Reflex. Every comment, every syllable of every word, they kept people away. He can’t lose again get too attached if he’s going to up and leave anyway. He can’t be stabbed in the back if he never takes his armour off.

He cringes, thinking back on those first few months after you met — months spent in harsh banter and softhearted insults. She cringes partially because it’s so internally obvious that he’s always loved you, and partially because he just wouldn’t let himself show it. He yearned more than Sky, if that were even possible. In the silence of the night, when he was the only one awake on watch and the dying embers kissed your skin, all those sonnets made sense. And when you’d wake up in the morning, he’d ruffle the already frazzled mess of your hair, laughing at how you duck away and swat.

Thank the three you actually loved him back, otherwise he’d be kicking himself till the end of his days and dreams.

At some point though, subconsciously, that bitter twang that edged each word sweetened. The guard came off, and he was left defenseless, a scared little boy again.

And you cared.

Not in the quiet, exchange of goods sense he’d always thought of love to be — no

No, that wasn’t you.

He was safe with you. He could shed his armour and curl up in your arms, laughing or sobbing, and know he’d be understood. Cared for unconditionally.

He didn’t know how to care in the loud way like everyone else does. He can’t write you songs. On some days his nerves are so bad he can’t even hold your hand.

But your bag is always stocked. Your clothes are always mended. Your chore list is sometimes already half done. You never have to take watch alone. Your hands are filled with rings to keep you safe. His bedroll is always next to yours. He walks and sits and sleeps and lives by your side. No one ever doubted he was loyal, did they?

He still sneaks in a few joking jabs, never poking at something that makes you go quiet.

“C’mon, work with me now. You’re not dead yet, I see no reason to be dragging a corpse up the stairs if I don’t have to” He pulls insistently at your hand as you lay face down on the floor, drawing slow, laboured breaths

“mmmmph” You warble, the sound mimicking that of a sick bird. He kneels on sore knees and flips you over, pulling you into his lap slightly

“Dearest?” He whispered, the cold rings making you jolt a little as he cups your cheeks. “Bunny are you alright?” Be breathes the words, they’re hardly even audible. You nod, squinting at the diffused light.

“Mmhm… yeah m’ good” You take a deep breath through your mouth, coughing as you exhale. Your ribs and stomach scrunch up, face twisting in pain as burning air and mucus are hacked out of your windpipe.

“Deep breaths. Don’t panic, you’re alright.” He soothes, pulling you off the floor and letting you lean on his shoulder, your chest upwards and facing the ceiling he painted full of stars when he first bought the little house.

“Why were you on the floor, hm?” He looks over you, endearing as your clearly ill body begins to tremor and shake. “I can’t imagine it was very comfy?”

“Wanted a nap… I think” You shrug with what is obviously some great amount of effort. It worries him some. The pad of his thumb draws crickets over the ridge of your hip bone.

“You think?” He raises an eyebrow. You don’t have to do much as swivel your head to see his expression, the strained amusement is evident in his tone.

“I dunno… I was standin- n’ now I’m don the floor so” You half shrug, slow and sluggish, the actual motion requiring quite a bit of effort.

“Alright then, bun let’s get you into bed so you can take a proper nap” He settles, looping an arm under your shoulders as the other gathers your knees.

“N’ I’ll get you some cough syrup while i’m up there, it’ll do you good, you’re shaking like dog” He fusses over your washed out complexion, taking his brain for what potions and medicines might fix whatever ails you.

You smile, lips chapped from breathing without a nose, finally warm in the arms of your lover.

Legend is worried over just how high your fever is. It might be a struggle to keep it down.

Your shared bed is comfort. It is free from nightmares and the looking worries of a Hyrule that constantly seems to plunge into downfall. The sheets smell like you both, warm spices and apples of your lover as he dotes on you in a manner uncharacteristic to anyone else.

He feeds you cough medicine and leaves a little sugary sweet to take away the bitterness. Not that you needed it, you’re fine bearing bitterness, especially when it leaves your life better.

He tucks you in, leaving a pitcher of water and some glasses by the bed in case you get thirsty. In the meantime he’ll make you some soup… Wind’s Grandmother did slip him the recipe, afterall.

[xiaosonlybeloved]

First Words~ Gojo Satoru

featuring:- Gojo Satoru, fem!reader, Megumi, Tsumiki, [d/n] is your daughter's name tags:- fluff, reader has a child with Gojo, Megumi and Tsumiki are still kids and live with them, reader is called mama a/n:- oh my god people writing this killed me how do yall write fluff T.T the next fic i write is gonna be hardcore angst as compensation dudhsufi, also my first time writing fluff and jjk hope u like it :)

wc:- 1.1k

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“Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but have you seen a white-haired man with a small kid anywhere?” You frantically asked the nearest shop employee. You had turned your back on your husband for just a few minutes, which had apparently been enough for him to disappear somewhere into the large supermarket, with your child. Thank the gods atleast Megumi and Tsumiki had the good sense to not follow him. Unfortunately, neither of them had caught Satoru disappearing. 

You tightly held Megumi’s hand to ensure that you two wouldn’t be separated, keeping your eyes peeled for the albino male. Tsumiki, being a little older than him, had decided to independently search for Satoru, both of you agreeing to return to the billing counter once you’d found him. “I swear, when I find him, he’s gonna have it from me.” You muttered under your breath as you hurried with Megumi through the endless rows in the supermarket. 

And voila, where do you finally find him? In one of the multiple rows of the sweets and deserts section, one hand carefully balancing your child and keeping her from grabbing at the chocolates, while he stocked the cart with packets of chocolates, in addition to the pile of donut packets and sweets and what not. You narrow your eyes as you leave Megumi’s hand and angrily stomp towards him, causing him to freeze as if he’s been caught red-handed -which he had been. He hadn’t even finished the humongous stock at home, and he was buying more! At this rate, he deserved to develop diabetes with his crazy sweet tooth.

Satoru nervously grins at you as you narrow your eyes at him. “Oh, darling, there you are-” “Cut the crap, Gojo Satoru. You had me searching for over 15 minutes, do you know that? You weren’t even answering your phone, the sheer audacity. We are outside right now, so I won’t make a scene, but you damn better be prepared when we get home.” You shift your attention from your husband to your daughter, whose eyes had lit up on seeing you and was grabbing at you with her chubby fingers, almost falling out of Satoru’s arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you take her into your arms, giving her a kiss on her forehead, which made her giggle and laugh as she started babbling, attempting to say ‘Mama’. It was always so adorable to see her say gibberish- she was starting to speak these days, much to your and Satoru’s elation. From beside you, Megumi gently held her hand, and she closed her fist tightly around his finger. You gently bend down a bit so that Megumi can squish [d/n]’s cheeks and she can grab his spiky hair with her other hand as both you and Satoru chuckled. 

“Gu.. Gu..Mi… Gumi!” Your daughter suddenly exclaims after many attempts, using the nickname you two had given Megumi. All three of you freeze, amidst [d/n]’s babbling of “Gumi! Gumi!” Satoru is the first one to break out laughing as he throws an arm around Megumi, saying with a grin, “Well, would ya look at that? Her first word isn’t Mama or Papa, its you! Man, I’m a bit jealous, but oh well.” Megumi looks stunned as she sticks out her tongue at him, something she recently learned from Satoru. But slowly, a soft smile spreads across his face as he hesitantly reaches his arms out, asking you if he could hold her. You readily give him his little sister as she starts laughing once again, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair. He doesn’t seem affected as he gently plays with her a bit.

Just then, Tsumiki comes running in. “I see you found him!” She exclaims between pants. “What did I miss?” Satoru happily tells her what happened as [d/n] again shifts her attention from Megumi to you, reaching out for you again. He quickly hands her over to you, satisfied, and she snuggles into your shoulder, mumbling her second word- Mama, as you grin and play with her hair affectionately. Satoru excitedly hurries behind you to see his adorable little daughter’s face, but all she does is frown at him for ‘disturbing her time with her mom’. She turns her face away, burying it into your neck, when Satoru tries to get a reaction out of her by poking and pinching her cheeks. “Cmon, sweets, just say my name once? Just once?” He tried to prod at her, and she glared at him, or well… tried to- she just looked adorable as ever with a baby scowl. Tsumiki giggled at his relentless attempts, finally pulling him away from his daughter with a scolding of “Stop annoying her!” Then she walks up to you for her turn of holding [d/n], welcomingly holding her arms out for her. [d/n] stares at her for a bit, before agreeing, as if deciding that she wasnt likely to annoy her. All four of you ignore Satoru’s gasp of utter betrayal. 

“My own family doesn’t stand by me anymore.” He wept dramatically in the middle of the supermarket as the four of you grin and play with [d/n], who finally says her third word- ‘Miki’. (Store employees and other people give you weird looks but ignore you.) You’re surprised at how quickly she’s learning- probably something she inherited from her dad. Ironically, her dad’s name is the only name she hasn’t spoken yet. 

She quietens down after a while, causing the three of you to look at her in puzzlement. “I guess she’s tired by now.” You hummed as she started reaching out of Tsumiki’s arms again, but towards her dad. He immediately grabs the opportunity, quickly taking [d/n] into his arms. She rests her head on his shoulder, as if she was about to fall asleep, and you all look at your little bundle of joy with a soft smile.

Just before she starts snoring, she mumbles another word, the last one before she falls asleep- ‘Papa’. A warm grin spreads across your husband’s face, as he first looks at his daughter, then at his family- all of whom are smiling happily at him too. 

Luckily for him, the scolding you were supposed to give him at home slipped your mind amongst all the excitement in the supermarket. After all, you do love him and the rest of your family with all your heart, so you suppose you can forgive his childish antics this once. (And many more times in the future too.)

requests are open, and darn it i have no idea how to write fluff aaa. reblogs, tags and comments are very much appreciated , thanks for reading :)

[wetinkk]

Under the covers

NSFW/18+/woman reader — inexper!enced brat gf x meandom!bf

ft. champagne and sunshine — PLVTINUM & tarro

synopsis: you had to let go of some steam but he came back home earlier than expected

includes: sex toy (woman receiving)

A/N: was abt to make the full thing but imma wait to see if the first part actually blows up and interest yall lmao

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“baby?” his voice is soft as he steps closer to you. You have been acting strange since he came back home, that‘s to say merely a couple of minutes ago, and he wants to know what is all your attitude, or more accurately lack of attitude, about.

“why are you hiding? Something’s wrong?” His voice is caring and welcoming but the glint of mischief in his eyes is unmistakable: he knows. Did he heard you earlier? Whatever it is, you are fucked.

“Or maybe should I ask what are you hiding?” Your eyes widen slightly. His tone is still as sweet as before but the grin on his face was speaking for itself.

“Show me princess, no need to hide”

You hesitate, too embarrassed to even consider his words, but you couldn’t stay like this forever either.

“I don’t know what you are talking about babe” you refute while faking being interested on whatever content was flashing on your phone.

“Bullshit.”

His tone was more stern as he came closer to your frame. His eyes were now threatening, filled with a curious mix of desire and annoyance. But you only glanced back for a second. Your gaze crushing down under his intense one.

“Should I be the one putting these blankets off of you?” You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes, even as he was talking to you, you were only staring blankly at your screen.

“Babe…” he starts softly butting at your silence “…don’t make me mad and do as I say” he finish pushing your phone on the side and taking your chin in his hand.

Still, you are stubborn and more than that: embarrassed.

“What are you talking about? I’m just chilling over here-”

He cuts you mid sentence pushing your blanket on the side showing your naked pussy shoved by a dildo.

“You didn’t even pulled it out…” he observe with a grin “what a slut” he chuckle before sitting on the bed.

Of course you try to move away “d-don’t get closer” you manage to say but with a soft smile your lover push the dildo even deeper into you making your eyes roll back.

As you shiver and grip his arm urgently he chuckles under his breath “Never thought you’d be so nasty,” he sighs “but worse, I never thought you’d hide it from me” The anger in his voice was clear even covered with his honey tone.

Needless to say, the dildo was now pushed into your folds furiously.

“If you didn’t understood, you made me kinda pissed so don’t even think about coming”

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AN: thanks for interacting and lemme know if yall want a part two lol

[2024/10/15]

© slxtd1ary 2024, no copy or translation authorized

[starberry-cupcake]

back by popular (?) demand, I am now starting chapter 28 of gideon the ninth and I guess I'm sharing updates to the general public now ( @lady-harrowhark this is your responsibility). I think I'm gonna put them under this tag because I am being told I will want to look back on them later (sounds threatening ngl).

previously, in gideon the ninth:

isaac was ended by some junji ito shit

jannemary was ended by a stealthy junji ito shit

very pointed messages were written for them

which is too dramatic to be a random monster killing, if you ask me

gideon took a 15 minute nap and was startled awake in hell

gideon most definitely did not look much at the room before she took said nap, nor did she remember the paper she's still carrying around

I'm losing my mind at the paper

I'm like watching another d&d player choose to never look at something the dm gave them

were we are now:

gideon is back, now with More Trauma

harrow has the compassion of a feral kitten

this is a bad combination for me, personally, in particular, because this means gideon is going to look for comfort in my mortal enemy dulcinea

she gives her a talk that is trying to distract me from the fact that I don't trust her, but I will never trust her

she was like "it'd be better to die here than to be living longer and trapped" and I was like "wanna let me help you with that?"

palamedes has also been carrying a dulcinea boner, which also makes things difficult for me

because if my mortal enemy ends up being bad and dangerous, and palamedes is in danger, it would force camilla to be in danger, and we don't want, under any circumstances, to put camilla in danger

mayonnaise uncle has been gossiping in the eighth and ortus's mom (where I'm from, 'orto' means 'ass', so I will never forget his name) spilled the beans on the ninth

he offers gideon literal tea with a side of the metaphorical tea

here's where I went "boy, I sure hope harrow doesn't push gideon away and gives her a reason to turn to these guys"

harrow proceeds to do just that

with clockwork precision

I cannot emphasize enough how meticulously she did this

if pushing people away was an olympic sport, and if that was the way to judge this competition, this book would be 10 pages long because harrow has mastered the craft

you could hear gideon's psyche becoming dust

needless to say, we're having tea with the eighth soon, everyone bring your scones and poison

which, you know, fine, at least gideon will be told information

and btw, protesilaus is still live reacting from an unknown location

idk what regina george twin, yandere simulator twin and chad the third are doing but, at this point, I don't know what anyone is doing, really

except for dulcinea, I JUST KNOW she's up to no good

and the second is probably still dealing with the fact that they lost to Camilla The Everything

[starvity]

hiii can you do yujin x reader first sleepover that would be so cute!!!

— ☆ first sleepover with yujin

gn!reader x zb1 yujin

genre: fluffy fluff // warnings: teenage love awkwardness™, thunderstorms, cursing, the birds and the bees talk lol, sleeping in the same bed duh, just yujin being a cutie patootie

author’s note: just realized i got kinda carried away and didn't talk about what you guys would actually do at the sleepover other than...sleeping LMAO so lmk if you want me to write a drabble about that!! :D (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

you barely get to see yujin out of school. and even there, you don’t even have that many classes together. he did come to your house a couple times. the first time to bring the textbook you had forgotten at the library. he was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, scanning the random objects displayed on your shelves while you were telling him about some drama that happened on your way home. the next time he came over was to study with you and this time, he actually felt comfortable enough to sit on your bed. after this, he would come over pretty often, most of the time to play video games or just to annoy you.

it was almost 8pm, yujin had walked back to your house with you after school to study and your mom had suggested to let him stay for dinner. what you didn’t know though is that there would be a big thunderstorm warning later in the evening and that yujin would be unable to walk back home under the pouring rain. naturally (more like awkwardly), you asked if he was okay with staying over. you said he can borrow some old clothes from your dad and you can go grab another mattress from the guest’s room.

so here you are, eyes absentmindedly looking at the ceiling as you lie on your bed while yujin is half-asleep on the mattress on the floor, just next to yours. the air has been heavy and the silence awkward as soon as your mom insisted that you two keep the door slightly opened "just in case". you had turned off the lights 15 minutes ago, with the only source of light coming from the moon piercing through your window, but both of you couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

"you’re asleep?" you finally ask, breaking the silence. "not really." yujin spoke back, almost apologising for how awkward this situation is now because of him. you tried to silently put your head closer to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the boy practically lying on your bedroom floor. however, you almost feel your heart spill out of your ribcage as your nose almost touch yujin’s, who had the same idea as you. the sudden closeness causes him to fall back, hitting the back of his head on your nightstand before crashing on his pillow and whining in pain. "you scared the shit out of me." you laugh at the incident, hand grabbing the hem of your shirt. thanks to this funny moment, the atmosphere became less awkward as you started talking about everything and anything.

after what felt like probably 2 hours, you could hear the silence of the night settling, it was probably around 1am by now. you hear yujin yawn, tossing and turning and sighing trying to lay the blanket correctly with little kicks. you giggle and finally ask "are you really going to sleep there? this mattress is so thin, your back is going to hurt tomorrow." yujin simply hums in response but then he hears you tap the empty space on the right side of your bed with your hand, "you can come here if you want."

you were resting on your side, right hand underneath your pillow and your cheeks a reddish color. you suddenly see the top of yujin’s head appear, his chin now resting on top of your blanket. "i don’t want to make it awkward though." he admits shyly, pouting. "we’ve cuddled in my bed before and if you end up feeling uncomfortable you can still switch places in the middle of the night, i’ll understand" you reassure him with a smile. the boy finally gives in, happily hopping on your bed and making himself comfortable on the much better mattress. he looks at you cutely, laying on his side while facing you. all of a sudden, he timidly spreads his arms, welcoming you in his embrace. you chuckle before planting a soft good night kiss on his cheek as your eyelids get heavy.

you two slept like a log, feeling safe in each other's warmth. you stirred awake, confused since you didn't feel yourself falling asleep yesterday and it was already early morning. yujin was still sleeping soundly, his arm carefully draped around your stomach, his breathing slightly tickling your cheek. he slowly opens his eyes, looking as confused as you were. the corners of your mouth go up seeing his half-asleep state and you nervously pucker your lips. he breathes through his nose, an almost quiet chuckle getting caught in his throat, before he lets his lips every so slightly touch yours. after mumbling a timid good morning, yujin places his face back into the crook of your neck, drifting back off to sleep.

[cold-dragon-europehsr2]

Metal Gear rising Raiden x bratty sensitive fem reader smut!

Reader has been quite bratty lately like whining about Raiden not buying anything that reader asks for talking back to him an another stuff and when Raiden says no reader start crying 😭🙏

Thank you if you do this request♡✩

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈)

A/N: Thank you for your request! I do hope that you enjoy this smut, despite the long wait comrade (sorry for the long wait). Feel free to request anytime. :D

Requested by: nutter-butter101 ★

Pairing: MGR!Raiden x Bratty!Sensitive!Fem!Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: ~𝟏𝒌 | Guidelines

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, pussy eating, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight BDSM, dirty talk, cussing involved

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It was four months after you became Raiden's girlfriend that your attitude towards him drastically changed. You went from being the sweetest living person that would never hurt a fly to a sensitive bitch that only follows the "I'll buy you something if you stop crying" stereotype. This was definitely pissing Raiden off the most and this was one of those days where he wasn't having it.

The whole time you were in a perfume store, Raiden had to stay a couple feet away from it. 20 minutes go by rather fast and you emerge out of the store. Raiden irritantly sighed and mumbled under his breath "finally" as he ran his clawed hand down his face. You look up at your 80% cyborg boyfriend, holding a small bottle of body spray that was no more than 35mL.

"Can I buy this, pleaseeeee?", you continue to look up at the cyborg, giving him the puppy eyes.

He looks down at you with an irritated look, crossing his arms. "How much is it", Raiden says coldly, dreading the fact that he had to be dragged along.

"About... Uhmm..." You swallow, turning the bottle upside down to glance at the price tag. "700...", you mumble quietly under your breath, extremely hoping that he didn't hear it.

You were extremely wrong. Raiden did, in fact, hear the price tag for just a 35mL bottle of raspberry rosé scented body spray. His eyes widened in shock but immediately turned to a fiery rage. Not even caring about if he made a scene, he was done keeping himself quiet about your obnoxious money spending with his credit card and falling for your tricks to manipulate him.

After that 15 minute yelling match, you put the perfume back where you found it. Once you returned empty handed, Raiden snagged your wrist, dragging you to the car with windows that were the darkest tint possible. You sat in the back seat, looking out the window as a couple tears rolled down your cheeks. It was dead quiet the whole ride back.

Once you both got back to the apartment, however, Raiden's mood had a different appeal on you. He asked you to go lay on the bed you both shared, on top of the covers and completely naked. You did as you were told, waiting to see what Raiden was going to do next. A few minutes passed and you were starting to get cold from the air conditioning, especially your nipples and pussy. You were about to whimper from the cold when the bedroom door was suddenly kicked closed.

You didn't understand what Raiden's deal was, let alone the fact that your day changed from both of you arguing in front of a luxury fragrance store to you now laying on the bed naked. The clank of metallic feet on the hardwood floor was softened by carpet, followed by the swinging jingle of two pairs of handcuffs. You whimpered after hearing the noise as you were getting cold.

Raiden smirks, climbing on top of and starting down at you with that single light gray eye of his. He runs a clawed finger lightly down the side of your face before engulfing your mouth with his own, at least trying to. He starts fiddling with the cuffs, getting them on your wrists and attached to the bedframe as he kisses you.

"Shhhhhh... Be quiet, Y/N...", he whispers to you inbetween kisses, finishing up the cuff for your right arm. "If you behave you'll get a treat."

Luckily for him, you were good at following orders, which only applied for bedroom and showering sex. Raiden pulls away, moving himself down to your awaiting cunt. His warm, wet tongue glided across your pussy, traveling down your labia, licking at your entrance, then flicking back up to your clit. You shivered as he shoved his tongue into your pussy, still needing to get used to his titanium jaw touching the vulnerable bud. Raiden does, however, mumble something about you being a parasitic bitch.

You didn't know if you should've taken it as a compliment, an insult, or if it was just him enjoying himself. Either way, you still succumbed to it.

Raiden growled low as his tongue plunged even deeper, sending vibrations straight through your core. The bridge of his nose rubbed on your clit making you want to roll your hips forward just to get a little more friction on it.

The grunts and groans he made while devouring you were almost as loud as your own, you wondered how he hadn't drowned yet without stopping to breathe for even a second. It was possible he was enjoying this even more than you were, you wanted to look down and see but instead kept looking at the ceiling hoping to hide the embarrassing faces you might make in the heat of pleasure.

Raien kept going at his electric pace, making your body go stiff as you twitched around him. Your mind went blank, your vision blurred while you lost what little control of your body that you had left.

Even after you came that wasn't enough to stop him, your exhausted body still spasmed while Raiden drank up every drop that dribbled out of your overstimulated pussy. When you found that you could breathe again all that would come out of your mouth was shameless moans.

He placed firm feverish kisses all the way back up your torso to your face, letting his hands roam wildly like touching you was going to charge his batteries somehow. Not even caring about the little scratches Raiden would leave when he roughly grabbed at your body, just perfectly content in letting him use you to sate his appetite.

Turns out, you behaved and got your treat.

[laylakongg]

my sona in quartz's no yandere au! info under the cut ♡

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Layla currently lives with her parents and two sisters (one older and one younger than her).

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

She considers Quartz her friend, but they don't talk much (she's too nervous to start a conversation with someone as pretty as Quartz!).

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Azul is that smart kid who just talks about politics and tries to trick you into buying from him or doing him favors. They met in class when she needed homework answers last-minute.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

Floyd: She thinks Floyd seems nice enough, but they aren't friends, nor acquaintances. Floyd most likely doesn't remember who she is since she thinks he's spooky and doesn't actively try to talk to him.

Jade: They're classmates but haven't interacted much. She's scared of Jade.

Ace: They're friends. Layla sees him like an annoying family member, and Ace sees her as sort of strange (spooky) but she's nice when you get to know her.

Deuce: He's one of Layla's friends along with Ace. She sees him as the more tolerable of the two, but his delinquent persona startles her a lot. He thinks she's nice which is how they became friends.

Idia: They act like siblings who always try to annoy and outdo the other. Stealing from the other, bantering over small things, etc.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Layla is a 2nd year (17).

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Try to at least pass her classes.

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

"...What? No, I wouldn't! I didn't do it, I swear!"

She would be startled and stand still without saying anything for a second before responding. If she knew Quartz was the one behind everything, she wouldn't outright say it was her but just try to prove her own innocence.

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

"As long as I don't get hurt, I'm fine, right...?"

Wouldn't tell anyone since she doesn't like blaming others, especially her friends since she barely has any. Who would believe her anyways? They're more likely to think she's the one with a weapon in her pocket.

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

She usually gets to school almost a minute before the bell rings and makes sure to get to all of her classes on time, but during breaks she usually wanders the school with one of her friends.

Her lunch spot is on one of the benches in the courtyard.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Not the worst. They're passing, but her grades are 50/50. Some classes are A's, while others are C's or D's.

11. What is their magic level? What type of magic are they’re best at?

UNDECIDED CUS IDK IF SHE HAS MAGIC OR NOT

12. If your OC is magicless, how do they defend themselves fom someone attacking them with magic? Are they good at fighting?

SAME AS 11 UNDECIDED

13. Your OC stumbles upon a dead body a few feet outside of the school. Do they report it?

Take a picture (for future reference of course), then run away and report it to whoever’s willing to listen.

14. Which elimination tactic is preferred to use on them?

Befriending is the best tactic, as you will gain information as a bonus for becoming acquainted.

15. How are your OCs outside of school? Do they have jobs?

Outside of school, she has no job and often heads straight home without going anywhere unless asked to.

16. How social is your OC? Do they stray away from crowds?

She doesn’t mind being out in crowds as long as she isn’t being paid attention to, but is unlikely to do things like holding speeches or attending social events.

17. Which TWST character does your OC believe should have more admirers than Azul?

Dilla Spade. Next question.

18. What are your OC's weaknesses? Are they easily manipulated? Easily overpowered by?

Easy to crack under pressure, can’t talk in front of crowds, easily manipulated, etc.

19. Why does your OC like their crush?

Both are mysterious, pretty, cool-headed, etc. (Showed her basic human decency one time)

20. If your OC has no crush, which TWST character might have a liking for your OC?

Probably a few NPC’s who she doesn’t even know exists, but if I had to choose one of the main cast members, maybe Epel or Kalim?

21. Since reputation and popularity are kind of different, is your OC popular in and outside of school?

Inside of school and outside of school are the same, except she doesn’t leave her house that much.

22. Any drama, traumatic story for your OC in the AU?

Doesn’t have a tragic background, but she thinks everything is boring and without purpose, everything day is the same, she’s scared of her parents and teachers in case she gets in trouble, feels guilty for things that humans as a species are supposed to do, etc.

Personality:

Though she looks straight-faced or scary, she actually talks a lot and sometimes can't stop, though only with her close friends. She mainly talks about her interests like games that she plays, books she's reading, her annoying classmates, etc. She's sharp-witted and straightforward to a fault, though she's not impolite, which is why she worries about saying harsh things to people. She gets startled easily, especially if there are any sudden loud noises. She's usually very awkward with her classmates, but they take it as her being intimidating instead.

edit: forgot to add quartz in the crush category so just pretend she was always there

[miseria-fortes-viros]

Lecture Notes: A Study in Lycanthropy

WERE•WOLF [from Old English wer-wulf, meaning MAN-WOLF, a horrific beast that hunts only when the moon is full]

All that is known about these terrible creatures can be attributed to Dr. J. Jeffrey Hydemann (d.) whose extensive studies have been posthumously ruled inhumane by the Board of Magical Wildlife. No further studies have been conducted since.

MAGICAL CLASSIFICATION

Previously, werewolves were thought to be some form of evolved bear or timberwolf, and it was not proven otherwise until Hydemann successfully captured one and the de-transformation was documented. The wolf in question died before it had fully turned back, and its human identity remains undiscovered.

The werewolf is its own unique, paradoxical classification of magical creature under the cryptid category. It is paradoxical in that a werewolf is only a magical creature during its mutational periods. When the moon is not full, it is simply a man. Under the influence of the full moon, it is simply a beast. The curse of lycanthropy is only magical in the sense that these two mundane beings share inhabitance of the same body. Silver or magical weapons will not harm man or wolf any more than they would harm woman or dog, but they work exceptionally well when the beast is at its most vulnerable. Of course, it is already very easy to harm a werewolf in this state, and nearly any weapon will do.

TRANSFORMATION (MAN-TO-WOLF)

Little is known, because Hydemann did not personally witness the initial wolf transformation. However, he theorizes in several of his papers that a werewolf spends an entire day—perhaps longer—preparing for the full moon by eating and sleeping as much as possible. Both transformations are said to require an unbelievable amount of energy and are incredibly long and painful. The process often kills: both wolf and man can starve to death if enough energy has not been stored beforehand. The transitional period lasts anywhere between 15 minutes to an hour, but outliers are always possible. Lengthier transformations have an exact inverse relationship to survival rates. A malnourished or hungry werewolf is much less likely to survive either of its transformations than a well-fed counterpart. However, starvation is not the only cause of death mid-transformation. It is equally likely for the heart or other organs to simply give out under such immense bodily duress.

Hydemann believes the wolf “hatches” from the body of the man. This is in part due to the rapid onset bone and tissue growth that occurs during the transformation. No living person has been ably to verify exactly how this change happens. Some theorize that the skin splits open, shedding the way reptiles do. The Department of Magical Sciences’ official stance on this matter is that the skin must simply stretch to accommodate a near doubling in size, citing the mammalian classification of both the common man and the common wolf.

DETRANSFORMATION (WOLF-TO-MAN)

This is the change observed by Hydemann and his research team. He describes the detransformation as “disgusting” and “vomit-inducing” and states that at least one of his technicians lost consciousness. Hydemann believes the transition from wolf to man to be far more painful than man to wolf, simply because rapid onset bone and tissue growth isn’t entirely supernatural, while rapid onset bone and tissue destruction only occurs within the realm of lycanthropy and a few highly illegal magical torture methods.

In his writings, Hydemann describes the wolf form as “breaking down and snapping into pieces” and that it is “like watching something be folded and stuffed into a container far too small to hold it”.

FULL MOON AND OTHER PHASES

Contrary to what most people tend to believe, werewolves are not actually creatures of the night. They are, in fact, creatures of the moon, and those two things are not mutually inclusive. The curse of lycanthropy does not care whether it is night or day. It doesn’t care whether the moon is visible, or even above the horizon. Lycanthropy is in effect from the exact moment that the moon becomes full, regardless of its position in relation to any individual werewolf, and it ceases to be in effect at the exact moment the full moon starts to wane. Two werewolves on opposite sides of the globe will begin their transformations within minutes of each other.

The full moon may be the crux of lycanthropy, but the curse is even more cyclical than one might think. A werewolf will be almost completely indistinguishable from its fellow man during the new moon, and its condition is more obvious in the days leading up to and the days directly after the full moon. For this reason, if one suspects they have met a werewolf, it is important to note the phase of the moon. It is entirely possible that one has simply encountered an abnormally large, hairy man.

THE MIND OF THE BEAST

Some have argued that lycanthropy could be classified in the same vein as demonic possession, but the relationship between man and wolf does not seem to be parasitic as it is between man and demon: in that case, the demon possesses the man, whereas in the case of the werewolf, man and wolf possess each other. Despite what we know about the separation between the two states of being, a werewolf often experiences slight changes outside of the full moon. A trace of the wolf exists in the man, and a trace of the man exists in the wolf. As such, the wolf is much larger than a common wolf and capable of walking on its hind legs for short periods of time, and thusly, the man is more animalistic in appearance and may have senses more advanced than the common man.

Consciousness is not transferable from man to beast; they know as much of each other as two strangers passing on the street. Once the creature has transformed fully, there is nothing remaining in its mind of the man it was just hours earlier: it is, simply, a starved predator. For this reason, it is imperative that one must never approach a werewolf, no matter what the relation is to the man it came from. It does not know you. You are prey.

FINAL NOTES

Until more is known about lycanthropy, wolf and man should be regarded as separate entities. Since lycanthropy is widely understood to be a curse, there must be a way to reverse it; as such, kill the beast to save the man. Further study is necessary. It would be ideal to conduct this in a humane fashion, but first one must identify a werewolf and recruit it to the cause, and with public opinion being what it is, this is likely not possible. We may never know more unless drastic measures are taken.

Thus concludes the summation of Dr. J. Jeffrey Hydemann’s many reports. God rest his soul.

[sanshoney]

friend's father x male!reader

fem aligned, under 15 DNI

sub!bottom!reader, age gap (reader is 20, dominic is 45), daddy kink, hard degradation, rough sex, tiny masochism, infidelity, reader has daddy issues and a thing for older men, mutual pining

(intentional lowercase, no use of y/n)

well, sure, you fantasized about your friend's dad a few times.

i mean, dominic's so hot. his tall, muscular figure, slicked back black hair... and that hypnotizing, honeyed voice of his. he's like, THE dilf in every cheap porn.

but you still don't know how you ended up moaning underneath him, taking his merciless, aggressive trusts aimed perfectly at your prostate.

"don't you feel a little ashamed, you filthy slut? whoring yourself out for a man twice your age, huh?" he emphasizes every word with another hard thrust.

"s-sorry, i... ah!" you really, truly try to speak up but all you can manage are babbling and sinful noises.

"wearing a skirt, really? fucking whore. seducing a married man, how pathetic. did your daddy not love you?" he laughs cruelly, leaving you feel ashamed for the first time in the whole intercourse.

maybe you did wear a skirt. and maybe you did want to seduce him. but you weren't expecting him to give in! he's married, for fucks sake! but neither of you are thinking about his wife right now.

"d-daddy... sorry, sorry, sorry..." you chant while fat tears are rolling down your face. you really didn't think everything would turn out like this. but hey, you aren't complaining!

he pulls your hair and forces you to look at him, "if you're so sorry, then be a good whore and shut the fuck up. we wouldn't want my wife to come home and find a little bitch in heat underneath me, right?" you nod eagerly, shutting your mouth tight. you're trying, to no avail. moans and whines are escaping your lips, unintentionally louder and louder everytime his dick reaches sensitive points you didn't even know you had.

dominic sighs disappointed, "bad fuck toy. i said, be fucking quiet." he hisses, then slaps your ass harshly. it burns so sweetly, it surely will leave a mark. you feel giddy from the thought that he left a mark on you. his thrusts are becoming sloppier and you can feel yourself getting closer to your release too. you bite down on your tongue and grip the sheets. you really want to make him proud, huh?

a few minutes later, he finally cums in your ass, making you finish too. while his thick, warm seed flows into your plush walls, yours paints the sheets and your own stomach.

he collapses on top of you, trapping you in his arms tightly. you're both panting and you decide to cuddle up to him. he starts stroking your face and kiss your face. "maybe you're good for something, hm, pretty boy?" he smirks and you blush.

you suddenly remember something important. "your wife!" you stare at him with wide, panicked eyes. "oh, i was just joking," he laughs. your panic fades, "i hate you," you groan. "now, now. maybe you should hate yourself, pretty. you're the one who seduced a married man who's old enough to be your father. not to mention, your friend's father" he reminds you cheekily. "and i was successful" you grin proudly. "nah, i was just horny and you're like a perfect little slut," he says, but the way he looks at you tells something else.

of course you noticed how he acts around you lately. whenever you come over, he hugs you just a little tighter and longer than necessary. the way he always asks "how are you feeling, my boy?" with a gentle smile on his face. everyone noticed this, including his wife and even your friend. "my dad really likes you, huh?" he asks with a jealous toney which always makes you feel a little guilty. "ah, i don't think so... he's just very kind," you deny it everytime. truth is, later, at dinner, he dresses you down with his eyes.

you treat him like a father figure, expecting love from him. he was right, your daddy didn't really love you. maybe that's why you've been always drawn to older men.

he's usually so gentle, and this makes the fact that he's so rough and dominant in bed even hotter. you really just needed to feel the touch of a real man, huh?

hope you enjoyed! <3

this is my first try at writing smut, so i hope it's decent.