#felt oddly natural and sexy in it

[slayingandserving]

First attempt at clown makeup 🤡

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I dont know if you write smut, but if you do, I was wondering if you could do a bestfriend!james and reader going further above the just touching? Like, they're cuddling and then suddenly grinding, leading to some you knooow!! Hehe, thank you!

I do ! This one is fairly tame though, sorry, it just felt more right for them in the moment. Thanks for requesting babe <3

cw: pg-13 smut

bestfriend!James x fem!reader ♡ 658 words

James is hardly the poster boy for cleanliness, but even he won’t stoop to getting in bed with jeans on. Which is how the two of you always end up like this, curled up under his covers and pantless for a midafternoon nap. 

The first time you did this, you were hardly able to sleep, but now it feels fairly normal. It helps that you’ve got the world’s least sexy underwear on, full-coverage and worn, a pinkish beige color that you suppose was probably supposed to be someone’s skin tone but you’d only bought as part of a multipack. And James has the comfiest bed in the world, a weighted comforter and the sort of heavenly mattress only generational wealth can procure. His arm is strewn loosely over your side, his front pressed to your back, and his breath is a steady rhythm on the nape of your neck. You’ve never felt so blissfully warm and heavy. 

You know without knowing how that James is starting to wake up just like you are, slow and lazy. You stretch out a leg, feeling the muscles tense all the way up your back, and he splays his hand on your abdomen as though to keep you in place. Makes a soft, sleepy sound. 

Later, you’ll say that you don’t even remember deciding to do it. Maybe you’re too tired to think straight, maybe you’re still halfway in a dream, but you nudge your hips back into James. A subtle movement. Incidental. 

Only, James nudges back. And he tilts his head so his mouth moves closer to your shoulder, mumbling something incoherent into your skin. 

It feels good. You keep going. After a while, his hand has migrated up to cup your tit, not hard, not squeezing, just a lazy perusal of unexplored skin. There’s not much of your skin James doesn’t know, but this is some of it. 

There’s a nice, sluggish warmth seeping into your core, sweet as a river of honey. Your breaths are still relaxed, syncing now. 

“James,” you whisper, his name hardly more than breath. 

“Yeah.” His hand trails back down to your hip, helping you turn over. “C’mere.” 

Your mouth practically falls onto his. There’s no parting of lips, no tentative pecks. Your mouths find each other warm and open. James tastes like basil, the pasta you’d had for lunch, but somehow also like himself, like even his saliva is a little bit sweeter than everyone else’s. 

You end up on top of him through a team effort, your leg hooked over his and his hands helping you the rest of the way. He holds your hips gently, guiding you back and forth over him. 

It’s slow and easy, like leaves swaying in the breeze or the tide coming in. So natural you wonder if this is actually the first time it’s happened. Maybe you and James have been doing this, somewhere just outside the reaches of your consciousness, forever. 

“Jamie,” you say in between kisses. Your voice hardly sounds like yours, breathy and still stretched with sleep. “What’re we doing?” 

“Dunno.” James’ voice sounds just as lax. It’s oddly comforting. “Don’t stop, yeah?” 

You weren’t planning on it. You let your head fall beside his on his pillow, face nestled in the downy softness of his curls while you kiss at the skin behind his ear. 

James makes a murmured sound of encouragement. His thumb begins to make smooth, indolent circles over the fabric of your underwear. 

“I fucking love these ones,” he sighs. 

You guess they’re not so unsexy after all. Once you decide you’re done with his neck, he takes a turn, slipping your sleeve off your shoulder to give you a pretty mark just to the left of your collarbone. Your bodies are warm everywhere they touch, that heat in your core a steady comfort. 

You don’t talk any more. You fall back asleep with your nose smushing into his cheek. 

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『consequential』 — satoru

— pairing: satoru x afab!reader — wc: 5k — content: mdni, nsfw; vampire au, college/university au, jealous/possessive satoru, blood drinking, vampire bites (chest, neck and arm), alcohol, mutual pining (a distant relative of idiots to lovers), piv sex, love bites (heh literally), standing/sex against the wall (he holds you up the entire time because he's actually insane), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming,he's a bit of a simp really idk if that was planned — notes: got possessed by the Horny Spirit, also not proofread. enjoy? also be gentle with me I haven't written smut in over a year

prompt: ["Oh, don't be cute."] + [“you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”]

While slightly spiteful, your plan had been simple and had about a 50/50 chance of succeeding, with minimal loss to you if it didn’t.

Two weeks ago Gojo Satoru had— after months of asking for it and being denied by you— finally gotten your permission to drink your blood. So he’d gone ahead and bitten you, you’d loved it and probably fell even more annoyingly head over heels for him as a result of the oddly erotic experience, and the way he had acted during the whole ordeal gave you a decent indication that he most definitely felt the same way you did.

You’d expected things to finally change between you after that, hell you’d actually been excited for it.

But instead of leaning into the shift in the dynamic between you, Satoru had instead decided to pretend you didn’t exist and proceeded to completely avoid you for the last two weeks.

(Which is actually quite the feat considering how much overlap there is between your friend groups. But you’re not impressed. You’re mad.)

To say you were upset would be an understatement. Your pride was wounded along with your ego, and you felt foolish and embarrassed and stupidly angsty. The unfortunate reality is that you’re not very good at processing those feelings, so in your time of need you turned to your most faithful, long-time friend: spite.

You know for a fact that Satoru likes the way you smell and taste– it’s one of the many things he’d let slip when sucking the blood ever so gently from the puncture he’d made in the soft flesh of your inner forearm. So you decided to wait until the prime part of your cycle, where the supernatural consensus said humans smelt their best, and you’d procured a tincture from your witch-in-training friend that would accentuate the natural appeal of your blood for certain creatures of the night (she’d assured you it was safe, but you have your own means of defending yourself anyway so you aren’t too worried.)

Then, you’d waltzed your way into a party that was being held at his shared accommodation and made it a point to have fun. The real goal of your plan, besides sticking it to him in the most subtle-not-subtle way ever, was also just to feel better about yourself. Your expectations being upended regarding how you’d hoped things would develop with Satoru had been a big blow and would take some TLC from yours truly to recover from.

You’ve had fun so far, you’re only a drink or so in and pleasantly buzzed, and you’re getting a lot of compliments on your perfume. You can’t exactly tell them you’re not wearing anything but eau de spite, but it does feel nice nonetheless. Each comment is like a balm to your poor, chafed ego. The only wrench in the works is that as expected, not long after you arrived, Satoru noticed you.

And then proceeded to continue in his efforts to avoid and ignore you. He’d disappeared into the throng of people on the other side of the house before you could even blink.

It takes a strongly mixed cocktail, courtesy of Shoko who you’re not sure isn’t trying to kill you with the alcohol content of these drinks, for you to settle your fuming. This is stupid— no, he’s stupid. Stupid sexy vampire with his stupid pretty eyes and stupid pretty face. How dare he let you make a fool of yourself by thinking there could be anything more between you! You never should have let him bite you. At least then things would still be the same and you wouldn’t be so torn between throttling him and kissing him.

Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of your drink. Despite the superficial fruity flavour it burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn’t come back up. You’re no longer uncertain; you’re confident this cocktail is an attempt on your life.

It’s as you’re nursing that drink and leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, that you sense someone approach you. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as you look up, surprise filtering through you once you register the figure by your side.

“Hey.”

Your brows shoot up, a small grin tugging your lips. “Oh? Long time no see, Mei Mei. What cave have you crawled out of to be here tonight?”

The snow-haired woman rolls her eyes, lips twitching. Her tongue darts to swipe over the tip of a pointed canine.

“Oh, you know, every homebody has to come out to play every once in a while.” Her nose twitches, and she leans forward slightly to inhale. Her eyes flutter wide in pleasant surprise. “Well, don’t you smell absolutely divine tonight. Special occasion?”

Kind of, but you’re not about to tell her that. Mei Mei can be a decent enough acquaintance so long as you keep her at arm’s length.

“I’m trying something new,” you answer simply. She hums, and when her body angles towards you again ever so slightly you become aware of the most odd, prickly sensation. It tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, and you fight the peculiar urge to turn and look around. All you’d see is dancing bodies and stumbling drunks, anyway.

“It suits,” Mei Mei purrs with a smile that makes you a little nervous. Music throbs against your body so strongly that for a moment you’re not sure whether the beat you’re feeling in your chest belongs to your heart or the song. “Though you ought to be careful going on campus smelling like that. You’ll lure in every bloodsucker in a five-mile radius.”

You suppose that means the tincture is doing its job. The way her eyes are appraising your pulse points keeps you feeling nervous, though. Perhaps… it wasn’t the best idea to make yourself smell so scrumptious after all. There are more than a few loose canons in the area.

It’s a little too late for regrets now, though. At this point you just gotta double down and own the decision.

“Noted,” you say, taking a hearty sip of your death-in-a-cup. The burn is now a pleasant distraction. You smile at Mei Mei and feel that prickly, hot feeling increase tenfold. What is that?!

The sensation has your heart rate elevating slightly, and it must make the aroma of your blood a little stronger because the vampire before you lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering shut. Almost like it’s instinct, she takes a step closer and leans her head towards the crook of your neck. Your startle is almost imperceptible, and you’re thankful that the top you opted for is one that saved the neck exposure for a well-placed boob window instead. The fabric covering half the expanse of your throat is probably the only reason you don’t freak out at her actions.

Her nose brushes your skin, dragging up the column of your throat until it flirts with the bottom of your earlobe. Your heart skips a beat before tumbling into a full gallop. It’s different to how it felt with Satoru— you don’t like this nearly as much. Your legs tense with the urge to leave.

“Really,” she says, purring your name. “You’ve got me feeling quite peckish. Won’t you let me have a little sn–“

A grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the person of the hour, the vampire you went to all this effort to torment in the hopes he would want you again. Wow, it doesn’t sound great when you think of it like that. The alcohol is certainly not helping your self-esteem right now.

Satoru’s pretty baby-blues are dark, pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He almost looks like the slightest pressure would have him snapping in half. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth and descended fangs.

“Come with me. Now.”

You don’t get the chance to bid Mei Mei farewell, not that you really want to, and the last thing you see as you’re dragged out of the room is her waving a manicured hand your way, mouthing a playful ‘goodbye’. She looks far too amused for your comfort.

Right now, Satoru is nothing like the cheeky, carefree, shit-stirring bastard you’ve come to know and love. That isn’t to say you’re completely opposed to it, because the way he looks like know is a pretty big turn-on. But still – the difference is startling. You’re not sure how to navigate the situation.

Before you know it you’ve been unceremoniously relocated to his bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud THUD.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space is that of the music beyond the wooden barrier. The bass is no longer indistinguishable with your heart beat – the stuttering rhythm that echoes against your rib cage is all you.

Satoru inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should, heat winding pleasantly up your spine.

“What was that?” He demands, brows snapping together. It takes you a moment to realise that he’s most likely referring to Mei Mei being horny on main just before. His massive frame boxes you in against the door in such a way that you’re almost embarrassed by how much it makes your tummy flutter.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

“Oh, don’t be cute.” The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Satoru’s eyes flick to your forearm, where the slightest bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

“I told you.” Satoru’s words leave in a snarl, his fingers firm against the flesh of your hips. His own body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of it, the tingle of electricity that arcs between you. “That I would be able to smell it if another vampire so much as breathed near you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting chummy with one in my own home?”

You can easily recall him saying that to you almost a fortnight ago, when he had been commenting that he could tell you hadn’t been bitten before thanks to his sharp senses and all that. You didn’t think he was lying. You are surprised that he cares, though. Something like indignation bubbles beneath your lungs, because how dare the bastard spout that shit when he just spent the last two weeks since your ‘encounter’ pretending you didn’t exist.

“Not sure why you give a shit,” you retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. “Seemed like you were done with me after you finally got that taste you wanted so bad.”

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second amongst the agitation on his features. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

“I really was just a Sip ‘n’ Dip to you, huh,” you scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. “At least now I know the only thing you want from me is my blood. Really saved me some grief there, Satoru.”

“Excuse me?”

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you’ve physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

“By the way, as far as I’m aware, biting me once doesn’t give you any exclusive rights to my blood, so where the hell do you get off getting so shitty because someone else took a whiff–“

Satoru snaps.

“I don’t just want your blood,” he snarls, lips curling away from pin-prick sharp fangs. He has the nerve to look insulted. “I want you, you stupidly oblivious pain in my ass. All of you.”

He then leans in, erasing any foreign scents lingering on you and replacing it with something of his own, whatever pheromone bullshit vampires do. You’re too busy trying to stop your heart from having palpitations to focus on it too much because what the fuck did he just say—

“Do you have any idea how close I am to losing myself to a frenzy, like a fucking fledgling?!” His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, and then teeth, razor-sharp and full of promise, drag over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, god you want him so, so badly.

“I haven’t fed since then because I can’t get the taste of you out of my head, and I can’t stomach anything else. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second the venom kicked in for you.” Satoru’s words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp. Warmth begins to trickle thinly from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, and he moans. You’re so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. “Just like now.”

He moves lower and lower, hauling you off the floor and completely into his hold so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. Suddenly in the air, you can’t help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips – which, in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both echo a groan.

“Coward,” you manage to pant, out of sheer spite if nothing else. “Stupid idiot. I clearly want you. I literally could not have been any more obvious, you’re so –“

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to get a good flow. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the venom from the initial bite already transmuting the pain into heady pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat. Perhaps one of the best perks of the venom is that after that first dose settles in, the only part of the process left for you to feel is pleasure.

Even while you’re unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made and drinks from you, you manage to continue insulting him.

“You’re so stupid, why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks huh?” A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing you further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his cock grinding against you through layers of clothing. “All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, ngh fuck–“

He pulls back enough that you can see the flush in his face, the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over swollen lips. His brows are furrowed, but he’s too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

“There are some things you can’t take back,” he grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. “Especially for my kind. If I didn’t stay away, I probably would have ended up doing one of those things.”

Your core positively throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now has you more irritable than usual. “Satoru, I wouldn’t have let you drink from me if I wasn’t interested in everything else it would entail—“

“You don’t understand,” Satoru groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. The material of your top remains, and he yanks it down below your aching breasts, watching with rapt attention as they bounce free heavily. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen globes. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel slick arousal trickling from your aching cunt with each new miniscule bite Satoru delivers, but honestly at this point you’re too horny to be embarrassed.

“I already want everything you can give me, and more.” He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. “I want every single part of you and I don’t want to share. This is the way I am built. I can’t do this with you again and let you go afterwards. I want you to be mine.”

You probably shouldn’t find that as romantic as you do, but aren’t really in a position to psycho-analyse your response right now. It’s not all that surprising, either, since you recall someone mentioning to you before how strongly vampires bond with their partner when they finally make their choice. As it happens, his confession serves to not only make your heart soar but your pussy throb. You’ve been pining for this man for years, so even amongst the haze of lust clouding your mind you don’t have to think about how to respond to it.

This is, after all, the solution you were hoping for two weeks ago.

“I don’t want you to let me go, or take anything back. Please bite me again, mark me up–” You pause to gasp, Satoru having shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, likely discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, snowy strands of hair tickling your cheeks as you do so. “And please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

Something snaps in him, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

A feral snarl escapes him, a gravelly “fuck” the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, fangs retracting once blood wells to the surface, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn’t a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. That free hand that was at your slit has made quick work of his pants and is now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

You expected him to be well-endowed, and you’re not at all disappointed. Satoru’s cock is fat and long, and with one roll of his hips it spears right into you. There is no resistance, you’re far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by such a monster quite literally knocks the breath out of you. You hardly recognise the noise that escapes you as one of your own, hands gripping the vampire’s hair and shoulder so tightly you’d be worried about hurting him if he was human. He isn’t, though, and without even noticing your grip continues drinking from you while latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Satoru rolls his hips back with a moan, the fat head of his cock dragging against your walls as he does so, and then slams it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting so deep inside that you honest to god think it has you seeing stars. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he fucks up into your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

“FUCK.” He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs where they melt into your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His crystalline eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you– and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You oblige, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Almost. You have to bite back a scream at how fucking good it feels, the pressure and pace and just how full you feel. You can feel yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

With the combination of his venom’s aphrodisiac effects and the sheer amount of time you’ve spent longing for this, you don’t imagine you’re going to last much longer. If the unforgiving pace of Satoru’s hips is anything to go by, you estimate the same to be the case for him.

He groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure – your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling of your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already-healing chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

“Mine,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His baby-blue eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his cock hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, wanton cry. “You’re all mine.”

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think – all you can feel – is the throbbing pleasure of his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot, and needy, and his oversized canines scrape your bottom lip more than once, and yet all you can do is return the fervour in between moans and whines. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you feel in your bones that you’re really not going to last much longer at this rate.

Satoru releases your mouth with a final nip, and moves his head to nestle it in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He groans, low and long, and the vibration turns to a shiver as it travels over your skin. His lips begin to move.

“Say it.”

You struggle to think let alone figure out what he wants, lost in the current of your rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers pick up speed, aided by the generous amount of arousal still gushing from your pussy in between thrusts. It takes everything you have not to scream, your hips bucking.

“Say it,” he says again, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. “Please, say it.”

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. “Fuck! I’m– I’m yours, all yours! God, fuck—“

Satoru’s pace stutters, undone by your pussy clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you’re riding in the wake of what has to be the strongest orgasm of your life. Those vampiric toxins are no joke.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deep— deeper than he’s ever bitten you before— and tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his cock throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a wanton groan as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold and his length still buried inside you. Ignoring how hot that is, you decide to view the action from a purely romantic light and nearly melt into the mattress.

Vaguely, you register the thumping club beats still booming beyond the confines of the room. Evidently the party was still ongoing.

“This wasn’t how I planned for today to go,” he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. He nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone. “I was going to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

You snort; that’s likely.

“… This is how I planned for today to go, though.”

He huffs a laugh before pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to enable you further. He allows for another few moments to pass, and in that time you let your own eyes flutter closed.

“You can’t change your mind, by the way,” he says suddenly, tone odd. You open your eyes and turn to see his crystalline gaze directed to your neck, where the latest of his bite marks sits proudly. “I may have done one of those things I can’t take back.”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not as bad of a thing as he thinks it to be.

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[12:19 AM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

I figure, if I'm hitting a roadblock with WYE, I should write other things about Omi to hopefully get me over the roadblock? Lol, wishful thinking? Well, here's soulmate au Omi.

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+) this Omi is something else...

Note: It's late and I have nothing edited

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You sighed for the nth time looking at your soulmate who was sitting across the room from you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was engrossed in the video on his phone, oblivious to you shooting daggers at him. You weren’t sure if he was testing your patience or if he was just oblivious to your needs.

It has been nine months since you two have found one another. From time to time, you still find yourself chuckling at the unconventional way the two of you crossed paths. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill soulmate origin story that most couples experience.

You crossed paths with Kiyoomi at the club the night of your birthday. He was the only person in the busy and lively club with a mask on. The first thing that crossed your mind when you locked your eyes with the emotionless and cold eyes was that he was in the wrong place with how awkward his body language was. You noticed the two vertical beauty marks on his forehead just right above his left eye and thought how odd it was for you to spot such a distinct feature at a distance.

Little did you know, he was in the right place that very moment.

After a few shots, the liquid courage kicked in and you wanted to go to the dance floor with your friends. As you made your way to the dance floor, something caught the corner of your eyes and you turned your head, locking eyes once again with the man earlier. This time, it was as if he had his eyes on you for some time.

Brushing it off, you hooked your arms with your friends, marching together to the dance floor.

You swayed your body to the beat of the music, letting yourself go. It has been years since you had last been to the club.

It wasn’t long before you felt a body behind you, and normally, you were aware enough to turn around and tell them off.

Just this one time, you decided to allow this person to dance with you.

Their hard chest pressed against your back as their hot breath fanned your ear, “may I dance with you?”

You turned your head, shouting loudly against the music, “sure!”

Their hand rests against your hip and you are aware of how large their hand is. You press yourself against their body, swaying your bodies together. They felt perfect against you, or you molded perfectly against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” they murmured into your ear, their teeth nipping your earlobe.

 You instantly became somewhat sober when you realized you were grinding into his crotch. You were about to take a step away from him when his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. Feeling all of him.

“Don’t, please,” he groaned, “you’ll leave me looking like a fool with a hard-on in the middle of the dance floor.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t running for the hills, any other time, you would have found this creepy and a complete turnoff.

Instead, you continue to keep swaying with him, slower this time, with less pressure. Your hands reached up to touch him, one hand wrapped around behind his neck and the other into his hair. Oddly enough, you felt comfortable in the embrace of this person.

His face is buried into the junction of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his lips press against your skin.

His left hand trailed along the length of your left arm until it found your hand and brought it down so he could intertwine your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, your fingers naturally closed in and wrapped around his.

You gasped and moaned when an unknown tingle zapped through your entire body.

“Fuck… no way,” he groaned into your ear, “I knew it…” he chuckled.

His chuckle was so sexy you felt your panties damp instantly.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend, everything was attacking you at all angles. All you knew was that at this exact moment, everything felt right, complete, and whole.

You turned around, your hands still intertwined. You finally looked up at the stranger that had been dancing with you and your mouth dropped as you recognized the eyes, that were no longer expressionless or cold, but warm and burning with passion as they stared deep into yours. His whole face is revealed and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

The height difference between you two was drastic, he towered over you, your body pressed close against his.

“What is your name?” Even against the loud music, you heard just him.

“Y/l/n Y/f/n,” you whispered, “you?”

His lips curved into a breathtaking smile the moment he heard your name. You felt his joy and excitement, now understanding when you heard about soulmates being able to feel the emotions of their partners. “My name is Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

He slipped his left hand away from yours, your eyes immediately spotting your initials inked and glowing red on his pinky. The SK initials on your finger glowed just as brightly.

You two have been inseparable since that night.

Kiyoomi told you that he had fought tooth and nail to get out from going to the club but was dragged there by Bokuto and Miya. “For the first time, I’m actually thankful for them.” He kissed your knuckles, nipping your pinky finger that had his initials on it. “Otherwise, I would have not found you.”

“Did you have a clue at all that it could have been me?” You asked, reliving that night. You wondered if the moment your eyes met his as he entered the club was a sign, a connection between you both that was pulling you closer together.

“I saw you from across the room and knew, I just knew something was pulling me towards you and had to go to you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, something he did daily as if he needed to feel his mark against yours. “Make note that I would have never danced with anyone willingly, but the moment I spotted you, it was like you just knew. As soon as your body pressed against mine, I knew,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “I knew you were the one when you filled the missing spot in my life at that moment.”

You nestle into his arms, realizing that ever since you met him, everything about him has become your purpose in life.

Before finding Omi, your family and friends who have found their pair were always lovey-dovey with one another, grossing you out.

Now, you understand it.  

Neither of you could keep your hands… or mouth off of each other.

But now, you wanted more.

Except, Kiyoomi hasn’t shown any interest in giving you more.

He always stopped at a heavy kiss. Always pulling away and tapping your nose that it was enough. You’ve felt his bulge before, and he hasn’t allowed you to help him take care of it, always telling you that he can take care of it himself.

At first, you thought maybe you were the one rushing him and respected his boundaries.

However, how much longer should you wait?

“Kiyoomi.” You took a seat next to him. He stopped his video and set his phone down, giving you his full attention. Your ears burned and knew they were probably red because of how anxious you were and from what you were about to ask him. “Do you…” you choked. You loved how Kiyoomi always made sure to give you eye contact, letting you know you had his undivided attention but it was moments like this that you felt so little under his gaze. “How come –“ you froze, blinking at him dumbfoundedly. “Never mind.”

You got up quickly but before you could even take a step away, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you down until you were sitting on his lap.

He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “tell me.”

You shook your head, face heating up with embarrassment.

His head lifted off your shoulder and you felt his hand gently grip your chin to turn so your eyes could meet, “tell me.” His tone was more authoritative, and you wanted nothing more than for him to use that tone on you for the rest of your life.

You exhaled, “do… not find me sexually attractive?”

His brows furrowed immediately as he exclaimed, “what?”

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you jerked your chin out of his grasp and looked away. You were beyond embarrassed.

As he always teases you, he chuckles because he knows you love the sound of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your jawline. “You have no idea, Y/n. I’m so fucken sexually attracted to you.”

You quickly glance at him and frown, “they why haven’t you touched me?”

One of his hands moves to touch your calve and slides upward underneath the skirt you wore. “And how do you want me to touch you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as his rough fingertips danced against your thigh and shifted to the inner side. Your brain was beginning to malfunction as you tried to comprehend his hand and his lips on your skin.

A shaky breath left your lips and you widen your legs before grabbing his hand that’s underneath your skirt and pressing his fingertips right to your covered pussy. “Here,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Touch me here, Omi. Here.” It was his turn to blink at you dumbfoundedly. You pressed his fingers against your sensitive clit and a soft breath exhaled. You pressed your mouth to his and whispered, “I want your fingers inside of me.”

You lift yourself off his lap and stand before him, his hand frozen in mid-air. “Will you touch me, Omi?”

In the same authoritative tone moments ago, he ordered, “take your clothes off and straddle my lap.”

Your squeal couldn’t be contained as you quickly stripped off your shirt and skirt. Of all the days that it could have happened, it was the day you wore unmatching undergarments but you could have cared less at the moment, removing your black bra and red panties.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, sensing your hesitation. He patted his lap, “come here.”

You weren’t sure why suddenly you were hesitating, as if having second thoughts. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side and grinned, “you’re naked in front of me and you’re now saying you don’t want to make me feel uncomfortable?” He leaned back against the couch and pressed a hand to his crotch, “do you see this?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the outline of his cock against his joggers. “But why are you always taking care of it yourself… when you have me?”

Kiyoomi reached for your hand, “because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He pulled you until you straddled his thighs and rested both his hands on your hips, his thumb tracing along your hip bones. “I know that I won’t be able to control myself if I start,” he looked up at you with dark and dilated pupils. “If I have a taste, I will want to devour everything.”

You cup his face, brushing his curls away. “Well then, Bon Appetit.”

You’re lifted into the air and gasp when Kiyoomi carries you over his shoulder towards the bedroom. He dropped you onto your shared bed and began swiftly undressing.

Your jaw dropped the moment you saw his cock sprang free. “Oh…”

He attacks you without warning, lips pressed against yours before moving hungrily. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded and the moment your ankles locked around his waist and arms around his neck, an arm slips underneath your back and he lifts you effortlessly towards the middle of the bed.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against your mouth and lifts his head, he loosens your hold around his neck and stations your wrists beside your head before loosening your legs around his waist. He sits back on his heels and admires you. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His eyes trail down your body before his hand playfully teases from your belly button down to your clit where he circles the sensitive bud with his thumb, slowly rubbing it in circles.

You inhale sharply, “please…” your hips rocking against his thumb.

His thumb releases the pressure on your clit and you whimper but it trails lower until you feel it slips inside of you. He thrusts his thumb in and out of your pussy before rotating his hand and two of his fingers replaced his thumb.

“Omi…” you moaned, “oh Omi… more…”

“I wanted to please you with my fingers as you wished for but…” he hand paused, “I don’t think I can wait any longer, Y/n.” He slipped his fingers out and wraps them around his cock. “I need to be inside of you now.”

You nod your head, widening your legs.

“But I don’t have any condoms,” he leans forward onto his other hand, “I want nothing more than to cum inside of you, Y/n. I don’t wait to waste any more of my cum on my hand or with tissue, I want it inside of you badly.”

Your arms reached out to him, “yes – yes cum inside of me.”

“You will risk getting pregnant? Having my baby?” God, you love his dirty talk. “You’ll let me breed you?”

“Yes! Yes, breed me, Omi.” You watched his cock glide against your folds before he pressed further. The intrusion was foreign as your body stretched to welcome his cock. “Oh God, Omi… Omi – wait…”

He groaned as he pushed until he was fully inside of you. “I waited long enough, Y/n…” his hips began moving at a steady pace. “Look at how well you’re taking me,” your eyes follow his, watching his cock piston in and out of you.

Kiyoomi grabs both your legs and presses your knees into your chest, “is this okay?” You nodded, as he shifted your legs so they were parallel with his body as he bends you nearly in half. His groan each time he thrusts inside of you was your second favorite thing next to his chuckle.

“Kiss me,” you begged, he pressed you further in half as his mouth connected with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips to tangle with yours.

Your lower tummy tingles before your orgasm tips over the edge. You moan against Kiyoomi’s mouth, nails digging into his arms as your pussy squeezes around his cock. His cock fills you twice more before you feel the odd sensation of hot fluid filling you inside.

Your jello legs collapse on the bed as Kiyoomi rests on his heels. His cock was still very much lodged inside of you, plugging you up with his cum.

He grabbed one of your legs and swung it over, shifting you onto your hands and knees. “That was only the appetizer.”

E/n: Gawd this man... okay back to WYE.

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@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[monstress]

fave 2024 korean releases

IMPORTANT CAVEAT: I HAVE YET TO LISTEN TO 'AAA' BY HYUKOH x SUNSET ROLLERCOASTER! IT IS NOT ON THIS LIST! I AM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIMING! IT IS NOT TIME YET!

on to this year's list:

beautiful world - kimhwol

akin to its album cover, it's best to listen when you are out on a walk. kim hwol's voice cradles you like a beating fire, like a baby bird. while forest child might be the best song of the album, my favorite is the demo track of dear my love with its plinky piano which i find particularly delightful. sparse, basic, but each tracks soars.

yin - colde

i was hesitant to place this here since it's only 3 tracks long but considering it's on my top spotify wrapped, i felt it'd be bias not to give it a place of honor. the background adlib at 3:25 mark in I Color You is laced with cocaine. solid rnb singles, per usual. where is that offonoff album.

dudndudndudn - yujin kim

get on the ground floorrrr. kim yujin is a gorgeous jazz vocalist (listen to her past 2 albums if you haven't) and this EP is rich, bright and her voice is playful and unpretentious. the double track You Love Me / I Love You are so disgustingly cheesy it rounds back to being good. personal fave track is hit me back where it dipped its toe in shoegaze.

orange hour - joyce kwon

have your ever heard an album that is so technically perfect that you get mad? this is that album. i don't even know what else to say.

neom 0541 - BØJEONG

during my first time listening of Unreal, i had to pause and check out if they were a side project of the band The Solutions - they're not. it doesn't mean this release isn't an absolute barn-burner. a concept rock album of landing in a desolate new world, this EP's highlight is Unreal but i implore to stick around for the next track Hyenoid as it hits you with a solo that can melt your face clean right off. check out their latest EP kin as well.

angel interview - meaningful stone, swervy

the latest entry in this list, not even a month old as i am typing this. however, i had a sneaking suspicion this album is going to be an instant shoegaze classic (red car and i open the window instead of the closed door especially) the transition from garage rock esc to house track _()_ is insane.

are you watching at all? - min.a

while i can't say i am a fan of the current epidemic of particularly nasal tiktok singing that's hitting youngsters, min.a is an exception to the rule because she actually has the sauce. by that, her EP thoroughly impresses in its production that i am here for everything she releases from now on. while skipping stones has the play numbers, do not skip on sunshower and petty because they are so cleverly arranged that i don't wanna spoil it.

cool - hyelyn joo

this is a funnnn indie-pop EP with great earworms like Kiss! and Crazy. it's bubbly nature oddly reminds of Lee Jin Ah, albeit steers more safely to the pop side. it's a true crowd pleaser release and each track can be someone's favorite. no on asked but B-Yum is my tongue-in-cheek fave.

the world you live in - ashmute

let it be on the record that everytime they release, it's gonnaaaa be on this list. i prayed for an album from them and my prayers were answered this year. to top it all, it's good and STILL so underrated. Air and Saudade deliver their signature sad sexy bops but surprisingly HARUMADA comes out as the citypop track i didn't know i needed.

honorable mentions:

growing pains - ghost bookstore, miniseries 2 - sumin & slom, play with earth! 03 - wave to earth, "L" - the volunteers, PUMP - epik high, sphere - jooyoung, gimbap - george, entire i & and july - kim kak sung, overtime life - 8호실 peridot, the earth - mrch, bonfire - cifika

[bruh-2004]

ONE OF THE GIRLS - KIM JUNGSU

{ inspirational music }

SYNOPSIS: You and Jungsu are roommates, you two get along well but Jungsu always took girls to your apartment and spent nights with them, but little did he know that you also wanted to be one of his girls for a night...

WARNINGS: masturbation, dirty talk, explicit mentions.

You were lying on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you lived with Jungsu, you study at the same university and class, you are close friends and decided to live together to save costs. It was late at night when Jungsu arrived at the apartment, he was returning from a party and seemed in a good mood as usual, you sat on the sofa when you heard the noise coming from the door and looked in the direction seeing him enter and lock the door, When their eyes met you felt that recurring butterflies in your stomach.

"Oh, Y/N? Are you still awake?" - Jungsu asked as he approached you, stopping near the sofa and looking at you carefully, as always being soft and gentle with you.

"Hi, Jun… Yes, I'm sleepless so I decided to watch the series… How was the party?" - You asked in your usual natural voice, disguising what you felt when you were in his presence.

"I see… Ah, the party was really cool! But… Today I enjoyed it more with my friends, you know? I didn't hang out with girls, oddly enough, that's why I didn't come with someone to the apartment either." - He says, sighing and shrugging his shoulders a little in a relaxed manner, then he looks at you and decides to play a little joke. "Well, you won't have to worry about hearing noises tonight, so you can sleep peacefully!"

The two of you ended up laughing about it and you nodded, in a way knowing that he hadn't been with any girl tonight made you more relieved, little did he know that the only noises you wanted to hear tonight were the two of you together. The conversation between you lasted a few more minutes until you decided to go to sleep since it was late, you said good night to each other and each one went into your room even though deep down you wanted to be able to spend the rest of the night awake and fucking with him, but her courage was still not enough to tell him about it.

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It was exactly 2 am now, your breathing was labored and you bit your lip trying not to moan loudly as you masturbated completely naked in your bed while thinking about the beautiful black-haired boy who slept in the next room, you even tried to sleep and stop think about it… But it was much stronger than you.

At that same moment Jungsu had woken up and gone to drink water in the kitchen, when he was returning to his room and passed in front of his door he ended up hearing some noises and even his name being called softly, he even tried to ignore his curiosity. It was bigger and he got closer, opening the door a crack and being surprised by what he saw, he couldn't even imagine that you thought of him like that… But he couldn't deny that the image of you naked in bed, masturbating while calling for him it was extremely sexy and exciting.

The boy couldn't resist any longer and decided he would help you with this, after all he was also attracted to you and he never told you for fear of ruining the friendship, especially because you lived together. He sighed deeply and opened the door to your room completely, entering and catching your attention, making you jump and quickly try to hide.

"J-Jungsu!? What… What are you doing here? What did you see…? Oh, my God…" - His voice was low and halted, his body trembling due to the prevented apex and his cheeks hot with shame.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you thought of me like that, Y/N?” - That's what he asked back, ignoring your previous questions and he approached your bed making you tremble and feel anxious.

"Because… Well, because I… I didn't have the courage to tell you, we are friends and flatmates… I was afraid to say that I thought about you sexually…" - You answered him, diverting the looking and lowering your head, you had divided feelings and this was noticeable to Jungsu.

"Hey… Look at me, don't lower your head, there's no need to be embarrassed…" - Jungsu murmured as he climbed onto the bed and placed himself practically on top of you, supporting himself on the mattress with one hand while lifting your chin with his hand. the other. "I want you to look into my eyes and tell me exactly what you think when you see me…"

His voice and proximity were definitely making you delirious and trying to reason if this was really happening, you sighed and decided to open up to him starting to think you might have a chance.

"I… When I look at you I can't help but feel like jumping into your arms and kissing you, or sitting on your lap and wiggling like crazy… The truth is I always wanted to be one of your girls , Jun… Even if it was just for one night… I wish I could moan loudly all night like all those other girls you've brought…" - Finally the words left his mouth, the anxiety growing as he looked In his eyes, Jungsu smiled and slowly began to remove the sheet from your body, then sliding his hand up your thigh, going up the inside and brushing your wet, pulsating intimacy, making you shudder softly.

"Silly… You should have told me this before… I would have fucked you a long time ago… Let me take care of you tonight and give you what you always wanted and fantasized about…" - He asked in a whisper , starting to press his thumb on your clit making you moan close to his face and obviously you weren't going to deny him that even if you were surprised.

So, Jungsu placed you on the bed and opened your legs for him, with a mischievous smile and his gaze fixed on you he knelt between your body and began kissing your thigh while still touching you, moving his thumb in circles and murmuring praises and promises that your night would be unforgettable… You would finally be one of his girls tonight.

(I hope you liked it! It will also be available in Portuguese on my main account @bungbruh).

[ninebluehearts]

Hii! Can I please request a Renfield x fem!witch!reader headcannon? Ooo like a witch from TVD (if you’ve seen it!!)

Hey Cece!! Unfortunately, I haven't seen TVD yet, so I'll try my best!!

♡♡♡

He was shocked when you told him about your little hobby.

I mean, he's practically been a slave to a vampire for ninty-three years, so he's bound to be a little uncomfortable by anything paranormal.

At first.

When you showed him your tarot deck for the first time and very accurately read his past, he didn't talk for a solid ten minutes. Just blankly staring down at the cards laid out before him.

He hated the idea of spirits watching over him or something like that, but he was also oddly mesmerized by it all, too.

Not only by the accuracy of the cards or the safety he felt whenever he carried around the small bag of crystals you put together just for him, but how much you loved your craft.

How splaying out a deck of tarot or oracle cards was like a second nature to you.

Or when you'd cleanse your alarming amount of crystals in the full moon's light.

You always got this focused look in your eyes whenever you finally got to sit down and practice your spells and such. He just found it so adorable and sexy all at the same time!

Call him old fashioned, but Renfeild never believed in any of that stuff, really. A rock is a rock and cards are just cards. And burning sage releases a relaxing smell, not chase away evil spirts. That was what he truly believed.

Then again, if an ancient, evil vampire can manipulate him for a lifetime, then he guessed anything could happen.

But none of that stops him from supporting you in anyway that he can!!

See a new crystal that just seems to be calling to you? He'll get it for you!

Wanna practice your tarot readings? He's more than happy to dig into his past, present, or future just for you!

Need some help making your very own sage bundle? He's your guy!

Hell, sometimes he's asking you about the constellations and zodiac signs, or the moon and what all of it means.

No matter what he thinks, as long as you're happy, Ren will love and support you no matter what.

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt7.75

The morning after.

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov.

Notes: kissing, non-sexual sex talk, mention of hickeys, kinda suggestive language (they joke). They're just cosy and sappy and in love.

You were the first to wake up today: the sun decided to be annoying and continued to shine in your face until you couldn't ignore it anymore. You frowned and opened your eyes, not pleased with the idea of waking up. Abby was still asleep, but even unconscious she had an iron grip on you, holding you close to her by your waist. She had her nose buried in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply - you didn't know how she wasn't suffocating like this, her face planted in your hair. You smiled like a lovesick idiot and mentally kicked your legs in excitement - it was such a nice way to wake up.

You nestled back in her arms, pressing your butt to her lower stomach to feel Abby against your body fully, to enjoy her warmth and slow breathing. Abby made a small noise and suddenly the grip on your tightened as she moved you closer to her. Your heart skipped a beat, but Abby didn't wake up. That was too cute, how she clang to you even in her sleep. You wanted to nap a little just to bask in her warmth, she made you feel so safe, like nothing bad could get you while you were in her arms, so you genuinely tried to fall asleep, but the sun didn't leave you alone. You were becoming restless, and you didn't want to bother Abby with your moving, so you decided to get up, even though you really didn't want to.

You sighed and gently untangled Abby's hands from yourself, feeling too sad for it to be healthy. Abby didn't notice and you were relieved - you really wanted her to have enough sleep after everything. Memories of Abby’s touch and care flooded back and you blushed, giggling silently as you sat on the bed. 

"Ouch." You whispered, feeling the ache between your legs and on your thighs, a triangle of sweet pain. 

You looked down and gasped when you saw your thighs: they were littered in hickeys, purple and red marks everywhere. You spread your thighs wider to get a better look and your shock grew: Abby really loved your thighs yesterday. You noticed two bruises closer to your crotch, oddly symmetrical and oddly big - they were not hickeys. How did you get them? Abby wasn’t rough with you, she didn’t hurt-

Oh. Those bruises were here because her hip bones were hitting you hard when she fucked you. Oh. You blushed even deeper, scrunching your nose in good-natured embarrassment - you liked it. And now you had a constant reminder of Abby, because the ache didn’t just go away, no, it was burning in the back of your head at all times. 

You stood up from your bed and suppressed a groan - you were so sore as if you did one of Abby’s workouts, every muscle aching.

"Fuck." You whispered when you took your shorts and a top, having to reach for them. "Oh fuck." 

You slowly walked to the bathroom, letting your body remember how to use its own muscles to move around. You felt like Tin Woodman before his joints were oiled, all slow and rusty, but when you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, you felt pretty okay already. You put your clothes on the hook rack before finally looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Fucking hell Abby, you thought fondly as you ran your fingers down your throat. You thought your thighs had too many marks? Well, your neck looked like it had a choker around with all the hickeys Abby left on you. The left side of your neck was covered fully, your collarbones had a few of them, as well as the top of your chest. It was downright ridiculous how many marks you had, but you revelled in it - you got shy and excited as you brushed all of them with your fingertips. It felt so good to be wanted like that, to see Abby's love on your body, knowing you were hers. It was so amazing to trust someone so completely and get so much back.

You giggled again and went through your morning routine in a little daze. After you showered and washed your face, you put some lotion on to help with soreness, as well as some ointment from bruises on your neck - you really loved them, but you couldn’t go outside like this.

You went back to the bedroom quietly and then you just froze in wonder when you looked at Abby. She was still asleep, lying on her stomach while she hugged your pillow, looking so peaceful and so beautiful. The sun was hitting her face, making her freckles on her cheeks and shoulders stand out more, her face was relaxed and her hair was totally messed up, blonde locks everywhere around her. She looked magical, like a disney princess (for some reason you thought of Elle Fanning as Aurora), and your heart ached from the love and affection you felt for Abby. 

You quickly grabbed your phone and took a picture of her, not letting this memory live only in your head - you needed to see this every damn day for the rest of your life. You took a few, not satisfied with an angle; you felt like the camera couldn’t really capture the sheer beauty of your favourite human, but after the fourth try you finally managed to get something close to what you were seeing. You immediately changed your lock screen and smiled at your phone like an idiot. You wanted to kiss her so badly, leave all small kisses on her face and hear her giggles, but you stopped yourself, not daring waking Abby up. You took your laptop with you to the kitchen and started making breakfast while the music played quietly, keeping you company. 

Abby woke up alone, but she didn’t have time to get upset about it - she heard the faint music from the kitchen, something upbeat she knew you were probably dancing to. Then she smelled the food and her smile grew bigger, even though she still didn't open her eyes. You were making breakfast, so cosy and domestic Abby wanted to wife you up right away, so she could wake up like this every morning. Abby buried her nose in your pillow, basking in your scent, so warm and familiar. She didn't want to get up, too lazy already, but the desire to see you and check up on you got the best of her. Abby knew she kinda… lost her head yesterday, and even though it was the best night of her life, she still needed to make sure you were happy about it. 

Abby rolled her shoulders, getting the joints to move and stop aching, and she surprisingly felt that her skin was tender, as if the sun almost burned her. She sat on the bed and stretched as she looked for her backpack, where she packed her toothbrush and spare clothes. Abby also noticed the strap lying on the floor by her side of the bed and she slapped her forehead. She was so focused on you yesterday she totally forgot to wash it, fuck. That was embarrassing, she wasn't a teen anymore to put the cleaning off for the night. Well, shit happens sometimes, Abby thought philosophically, still scolding herself for such irresponsible behaviour. 

She took her backpack and the poor strap with her to the bathroom and got to work. Her shoulders were still tender and she had a look at them in the mirror, grinning immediately - there were faint scratches from your short nails. Previously annoying ache became delicious and made Abby feel high on pride - it was the evidence of how good she made you feel yesterday, and she couldn't stop grinning.

Abby changed into her usual soft shorts and a sleeveless hoodie that was twice as soft - as if she had some kind of primal instinct to make you feel safe, so she picked everything soft just so you could relax in her arms. Abby didn't really understand why she had this need to keep you as safe as possible, but it was impossible to ignore. 

Abby left the bathroom and quietly went to the kitchen, not wanting to be noticed - she just wanted to watch you being all housewife-y, doing silly dances. When Abby came closer she heard that you were singing and she smiled - it was too cute. You tried to match the pitch, but sometimes your voice would break and it was even cuter. 

♪You think I'm cutest in the morning♪ You murmured under your nose and Abby just needed to come closer. ♪And you don't judge me when I'm all dressed up♪ Abby chuckled and wrapped her arms around your waist. You jumped, but then relaxed and turned around in Abby's arms to face her. You started swaying your hips, making you both slow dance and Abby smiled at you, too happy for it to be real. 

"Morning." Abby murmured in your mouth and kissed you, as the song continued playing. You smiled in the kiss and wrapped your hands around Abby's neck, rocking you both. The chorus was coming in, and you looked at Abby with the sappiest smile you had. 

♪So what if I let it slip, tell you that you're the only one I'm seeing?♪ You sang quietly, barely keeping your giggles at bay, and Abby's eyes softened.

♪What if I lose my grip, admit that I'm terrified of you leaving?♪ Abby rubbed her nose against yours, grinning, but it didn't stop you from singing the song to her.

♪Would it push you away or would you say the same back?♪

♪What if I let it slip, tell you that, oh my God, I fucking love you♪ Your eyes were sparkling with excitement and love, your cheeks adorably red as you watched Abby's reaction.

Abby's breath hitched as you murmured the last line in her mouth - she knew it was too early, she knew it was just song lyrics, but god she wanted you to mean it. Abby swallowed and looked at you, her heart beating like a rabbit's heart. You looked back, shy, and Abby kissed you again, deeper and rougher, as if she was desperate. She pressed you closer and you melted, letting her hold you all she wanted. Abby caressed your back, sending shivers down your spine and you sighed into her mouth, while the song was getting closer to an end. 

"I love you." Abby blurted, surprising you and herself. Fuck, she thought, panicking. "You don't need to say it back." She quickly recovered, but you felt how her hands were shaking on your waist. 

You got on your tiptoes and held Abby's face in your hands.

"I love you too." You said quietly and caressed her pink cheekbones.

Your words knocked the air out of her lungs and she blushed, honest to God blushed, her eyes big like saucers. Your smile grew wider and you pressed another kiss to Abby's cheek. 

"I guess I found a way to make you blush." You quickly kissed her, admiring her confused face. "What, did you think I wouldn't say it back?"

"I dunno." Abby giggled, shy.

"I love you." You said again and Abby got red in the face, and you laughed fondly. "Prepare to hear it a lot now."

"Gladly." Abby kissed your forehead, revelling in the quiet moment as you rocked together until the song changed. "Do you need help?"

"Nah. Just sit and be pretty." You winked and Abby stopped functioning. As if you knowing you could make her blush unlocked a flirt in you, and Abby wasn't prepared for it. 

Abby sat at the table and looked you over, noticing all the marks she left on you the previous night. She wanted to feel bad about it, but the possessiveness was much stronger in her. She really didn't leave a free space on your neck, huh? 

Abby's hands itched again, but she held herself back - she didn't want to overwhelm you right away with how hungry she was for you. 

"How are you feeling?" Abby asked carefully, a little worried she pushed you past your limits yesterday. 

"Sore as fuck." You admitted while you poured tea. "But I like it."

Abby felt proud all of a sudden, her shoulders rolling back. You liked it. She made you feel good. You weren't upset. 

"I lost my self-control a little." Abby said bashfully. You laughed quietly.

"It was hot." You shrugged and Abby lost her ability to speak for a moment, not ready for your honesty, given how shy you were before.

You put food on the table and sat down, scrunching your nose in slight pain as your bottom met the chair. 

"You okay?" 

"Just a few bruises." You shrugged. "I like it." You reassured Abby when you noticed a pang of guilt in her eyes. "But um. I don't think I could handle a road trip today. What if we just stay in and finish the movie?"

"I like your plan."

You finished your breakfast and you watched Abby's hair obsessively. You liked when she wore it down, but she didn't really like it, always tying it so it wouldn't go in her face. You wanted to braid her hair so bad your fingers itched, so you took a brush and a few elastic bands to the living room. 

"Can I braid your hair?" You asked Abby after she put her hair behind her ears for a millionth time. Abby took a second to comprehend your words and then she moved closer to you.

"How do you want me?" She had no business sounding so suggestive and making you blush again, and judging by her little chuckle she knew exactly what she was doing. 

"Between my legs." You barely kept a straight face while you said it, pointing to the floor. Abby looked playfully offended, and you laughed, not able to keep it together anymore. "What?"

"I feel like something unlocked in you." Abby admitted and sat on the floor between your legs. "I like it."

You laughed, your cheeks hot, and you started brushing Abby's hair. It was thick and heavy in your hands, but you went slow, way too careful not to hurt or tug Abby's hair. She relaxed and leaned back, her shoulders pressing to your inner thighs while she caressed your calves absentmindedly. 

"I'm falling asleep." Abby murmured as you ran your fingers through her hair, smoothing it. 

"Wait a little, okay?" You asked, cooing at her little pouty huff. "Do you like your braids tight or loose?"

"Tight. Loose braids are the most fucking annoying thing in the world." Abby placed a kiss on your knee and you giggled. 

You parted Abby's hair in two parts and started working on her braids, tugging just enough for it to be not loose, but not as tight - you didn't want Abby's head to hurt after. Abby was quiet and she just let you do whatever you wanted, her breathing steady. You finished the first braid and leaned to the side, grabbing the remote and giving it to Abby.

"I'm almost done. Can you find the movie while I'm doing the second one?"

"Yeah." Abby said quietly and concentrated on her task while you braided the second braid. 

"Do you want buns?"

"What?"

"Like-" You wrapped one of the braids around itself. "This?" 

"Don't really like pins in my hair."

"I can fix them with a scrunchie." 

Abby shrugged and you left her braids alone, not sure if Abby'd enjoy buns. Plus, if you think about it, it was not really comfortable to lie on the buns. 

"I'm done."

Abby ran her hands over her head, feeling the thick braids you made, and you waited for her reaction, excited. Abby took her phone and switched on the front camera to see what it was like and then she moved her camera up. You were confused at first, but it dawned on you pretty fast and you leaned down, smiling, so Abby could take a photo. 

"You're so fucking cute." Abby said and climbed up on top of you, kissing your cheeks. 

You giggled and hugged her, tugging her closer. You both took a minute to get comfortable, but you ended up being a little spoon while Abby lay behind you, keeping you close, your head on her arm, her chin on top of your head. It was so comfortable and safe you couldn't help but wiggle happily while Abby chuckled. 

You finished watching a movie, laughing your asses off so hard you almost fell from the couch, thank god Abby was holding you. Abby eyed your neck and she couldn't help but to place a kiss on one of her hickeys. Your breath hitched, but Abby didn't do anything else and you relaxed. 

"I'm sleepy." Abby mumbled behind you. You chuckled and caressed her hand on your stomach. 

"Afternoon nap?" You asked gently.

"Yeah."

"The bed is more comfortable. Let's go."

Abby made a whiny sound when you stood up and you pinched her cheek affectionately. Abby looked at you with sad puppy eyes but you only reached your hand to her, waiting for her to stand up. 

Abby sighed and stood up, following you to the bedroom, where you both took the same position you fell asleep in yesterday: you on your back with Abby between your legs, her head on you tits. You gasped when Abby pressed on your bruises, enjoying it, but Abby got worried. 

"You sure you're okay? Did I cross a line yesterday?"

"Abby." You said, mockingly strict. "I'm enjoying it. It reminds me of you." You hesitated before asking what was on your mind. "Do you like being rough? I feel like you held yourself back a lot yesterday." 

Abby didn't answer right away, but you waited, caressing Abby's shoulders. You liked feeling her warmth and weight on you, even though it was hard to breathe sometimes.

"I uh- I don't like hurting people. And I don't want to hurt you. But I don't want to stop making you cum, and then I get carried away and get more aggressive."

"I think- I think we can figure something out, you know?" You said and Abby looked up, her eyes meeting yours. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't want you to hold back and worry afterwards. We can try um. Safewords? Like. You'll have a clear indicator that this is my line. Or like. Okay, don't ask me why I know this, but. A traffic light system?" You felt shy talking about it, but well. If you can't talk about sex you shouldn't have it - you both needed to communicate your needs, otherwise you both would be upset in the end. 

"Yeah, I know about it." Abby nodded, considering. "I think it's a great idea." 

"You haven't tried it before?" You asked, curious. Abby was definitely intense in bed, did she always have to hold back before? 

"Not really." Abby shrugged, just a little uncomfortable with the topic - it was embarrassing to admit she didn't have experience in something. "What about you?"

"No. I just know about it, and I thought it could be useful."

Abby nodded, agreeing with you. This conversation made her feel cared for and free, like something that was bothering her got resolved and she felt relieved. Abby kissed your shoulder and you giggled, kissing the top of her head. 

"Love you." You whispered and Abby wiggled in your arms, getting shy. 

"You're a menace." Abby murmured, her voice sleepy as she started to drift off. 

"But you love me."

"I do."

[heartsoji]

ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh can I have nishinoya x reader who gets kinda insecure when she sees how pretty kiyoko is and nishinoya is like “what no your perfect :(“

nishinoya with an s/o who gets insecure around kiyoko

a/n: friendly reminder not to compare urself with others bcs ur perfect just the way u r!!

shimizu kiyoko, class 3-2, manager of the karasuno boys' volleyball team. she had become quite the idol among the 2nd years, whether she was aware of it or not. she had dark, silky hair, pretty eyes, an oddly sexy mole on her chin, and was dignified and elegant. she unknowingly set an example for what karasuno's girls should be like.

enter you, a 2nd year in class 5 who's sole redeeming trait was your academic intelligence. you weren't like her. your hair was dry. your eyes were empty. you were clumsy and insecure. you were never going to be someone like shimizu kiyoko, a natural beauty.

somehow, despite this, you had managed to snag yourself a boyfriend. a loving, energetic, cute, athletic, hardworking (at the things he actually likes), boyfriend. nishinoya yu, class 2-3, a sweet ball of energy and the sole libero for the karasuno boys' volleyball team. you'd been dating for around 4 months now, and honestly, aside from his lack of height and slight academic stupidity, (neither of those bothered you in the slightest) he was the most perfect boyfriend. told you he loved you everyday. bought you flowers. spent time with you. cared about you. checked in on you. said good morning everyday. basically, he was a walking green flag.

but despite him telling you that you're the most beautiful person in the world and he loves you every single day of the week without fail, you were still insecure in the relationship. you knew from stalking collecting background info on him pre-relationship that he was, like every other boy in the school, obsessed with shimizu kiyoko.

and to be honest, you didn't blame him at all. why wouldn't he be? she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever laid eyes on.

however, now, he no longer told kiyoko that she was beautiful, nor did he tell her that he wanted to "be with her forever." he now just treated her like any other girl.

so, you knew that he loved you. you knew that he was doing everything he could to make sure you knew that. you felt guilty, to say the least. you just felt so.. bad. you felt bad that he was doing so much for you and all you could do was think about a pretty older girl. you felt bad that he gave you so much love and affection and told you how beautiful you were all the time just for you to look in the mirror and compare yourself to his previous crush. to be honest, you knew that you wouldn't be so conscious and aware of kiyoko if noya didn't use to like her. you felt like such a pick-me and a total selfish brat who didn't appreciate others' efforts. still, no amount of words or feelings could stop you from staring in both admiration and envy at shimizu kiyoko whenever she walked by.

one night, you and noya were hanging out. he was studying at your insistence, and you were chilling on your phone beside him.

at some point, you were on insta and saw an aesthetic post of a picnic that she went on with her underclassman co-manager. it showed the beautiful set-up and a few pics of her posing modestly yet prettily. she wasn't trying to make a super hot model face/pose, just sitting there smiling. yet somehow, she just looked so elegant and pretty, and you couldn't help but start to tear up.

you felt so stupid. why were you crying? well, you knew why. because you were comparing yourself to her, and the fact that she was so far away just left you feeling so sad and incompetent.

you tried to hide your tears, but unfortunately, noya noticed almost immediately. he dropped everything he was doing and immediately cupped your face and wiped your tears.

"hey.. what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"it's nothing.. sorry." you mumbled, averting your eyes.

"hey."

you looked at him.

he held you firmly. "nothing that ever makes you feel sad will ever be 'nothing' to me, and it shouldn't be to you, either." he said firmly.

he stroked your face lovingly. "now.. mind telling me why there are tears littering my girl's pretty face?"

for whatever reason, that just made you cry more. something about the way he loved you and made you feel special made you feel wonderful, but also guilty. what you were crying about was so insignificant, yet he was taking it so seriously. still, you mumbled and blubbered about how you were comparing yourself to kiyoko and how you felt so guilty about how much he loved you when you could never be as good to him as he was to you. you went on and on and on on a sort of rant as he just listened patiently, not saying a word.

when you were done, he embraced you gently and held you to his chest. as he stroked your back, he whispered gently into your ear, "you are the most beautiful girl in the world. and while i won't deny that i used to be obsessed with kiyoko-san, im no longer because i have a gorgeous girlfriend now in my life that i wouldn't trade for the world. and i know that me saying so makes you feel guilty, but let me just say this: you are so good to me. us two express love in different ways, and i happen to be more upfront about it. you express love to me by bringing me food when i forget mine, or helping me study when i put it off. sure, they're different, but that doesn't mean that you aren't so good to me. and honestly, even if you didn't do any of those things and more, just having you by my side would be more than enough."

his words made you cry harder, and you both squeezed each other tightly. you knew that this issue would persist for a while, but that was ok. yes, kiyoko will always be drop-dead gorgeous. yes, noya will always make you feel like the most special girl in the world. yes, you may continue to feel incompetent for a while. however, there is nothing (and i mean nothing) that he won't help you go through. after all, he loves you, and you are far less incompetent than you think you are.

[mnkiss]

A quick list of animes I watched and don't want to forget 3:

Satsuriku no Tenshi - perfect for halloween, it was a short story with an easy to forget plot and characters I could root for. Tbh it hooked me with the never ending suspense and Zack. And I'll never forget the heartbreak at the end. So toxic and broken and tragic. The horror elements were fun, sometimes scary even so 7/10! Demon slayer - Its a bingeable shounen. The story is mid, the animation is cool, the MC is kind and likeable + i love how they show us the difference between "city japan" and "rural japan" (especially technology and behaviour-wise), but the constant screaming and second hand embarrassement is just too much. And besides getting stronger and using better techniques there are no character arcs (as of in S2). The boar + thunder kid just ruined the whole series for me t_t And the mountain peasant/animalistic superpower schtick is boring as hell after an episode or two. 6.5/10

Samurai Champloo - y2k graffiti/breakdance meets samurais. Boi, what an A-M-A-Z-I-N-G anime! The AV, OST, art style, all the fight scenes and character design... all of it is 10/10. Of course the found family trope can never be trumped, however the story itself was adventurous, not repetitive (except for them never having money lol), captivating, witty and emotional when it needed to be. Also the episodes tie into each other a lot, which makes the storytelling natural (+ its not just episodes put in order). The MC's are all 3D with weaknesses, believable behaviors and distinct manners + they have easy to remember names and styles. Watching the messy trio's friendship come to live is something I want to witness again for sure.

Konosuba! - A surprisingly bad and adorable parody of the isekai genre that I could only watch all the way through after the 3rd attempt. Most characters are completely helpless/stupid/naive but in an oddly charming way. The MC is ofc a pervert neet that is insufferable, but his oversexualized companions are cute, their friendship is cute, and their boobs are huge. Watch it while having dinner 6/10

Ouran highschool host club - light hearted and stupid and has some second hand embarrassement, but its a must watch! I wish the artstyle was different tho :/ 8.5/10

The Apothecary Diaries - Sherlock Holmes meets chinese historical romance fanfic. Beautiful, captivating and rewatchable. Very dreamy (but i have a feeling that theres going to be a lot of drama and sadness in the future? idk i havent started the light novel yet) 9/10

Midnight Occult Civil Servants - its so much more worth it than ppl think! Yes, the power of friendship is strong in this one, buuuut 1) its not overdone 2) the story is not sugarcoated and there are some interesting philosophical topics that we touch throughout the episodes 3) even though the MC is a naive and ridiculously hard working boy, he learns a lot from his mistakes and kinda grows up. His friends are lovely too! I just wish that their design was a bit more detailed, the animation got a bit more budget and that we could have gotten a bit more chapters... 8/10!

Mignon - a korean BL manwha adaptation. Each episode is around 5 mins so the story isnt too complicated. It has vampires (why dont we get more of them nowadays??) and sexy man-love. 6.5/10

Golden Boy - It is a golden comedy (and educational) anime and it's so humorous that I actually laughed watching it. At first it seems annoying/ridiculous but from the end of the first episode I understood the premise and the point of the anime. The boy doesnt learn much, but the women around him do. 7.5/10

Kamisama Kiss - I loved it at the beginning and then felt really let down by it, cuz 1) I learned about the end of the story and got pissed off (because ***SPOILER ALERT who the fuck thought that giving up your occult superpowers and long life is romantic? WHO?***) and 2) it got so rushed at the end. The art style is not my favorite ad some of the frames looked cheap, but I loved the comical use of expressions and some of the designs were really cool. 6/10 (and -100/10 because of the ending of the manga. Seriously. Fuck that.)

[possibleblonde]

My Thoughts on Poor Things

This movie was beautiful, and I was mesmerized by nearly every shot; oddly enough, the wide-angle and fish eye shots were my favorite. The unique landscape and vibrant, contrasted world was incredible to see. In some ways the world reminded me of Beau is Afraid, though with a little more garnish whimsy and less outright terror. The fashion, the cinematography, the settings, the score oh my god; technically, this movie is one of my all time favorites

Mark Ruffalo’s character was incredible and he should receive every accolade for his performance. Though I did find it funny to lean over to my sister and say “Hulk SMASH” every time he got into a fight, his embodiment of the character at play was perfect; he felt truly tangible throughout the story. By far, he was my favorite character in the entire movie (his actions despicable, his moral compass disgusting, his arc so fun and nearly theater-esque—“BELLAAA” was one of my favorite scenes, and one I wish lingered longer)

Similarly, Emma Stone’s performance was indescribable. Her physicality and embodiment of Bella was unlike something I’ve ever seen. She was completely believable at every stage in Bella’s journey, and her movement reflected that. Bella’s growing up was so subtle, yet noticeable all at once; by the end of the movie, it was hard to remember where it began.

I can appreciate the subtextual critique of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, and the feminist themes for what they are. Overall, it was satisfying to see Bella “win” at the end of the day and take control of her narrative. 

However, however.

This trope, this story, is such a unique and powerful metaphor for what women, what girls, go through in their life and in coming to terms with their sexuality, and I was so disappointed by the narrative the movie ended up pushing.

It was so heavy handed at moments when it wanted us to understand what it was trying to tell. When Bella was at the Brothel, after she saw the cruelty in Alexandria, the characters’ practically told us what they wanted us to hear; we nearly had fourth-wall breaks in some of the emotional climaxes of the story.

I wish, I wish, that at any point—towards the end, when Bella learned what she was, towards the beginning, with the proposal of marriage, in the middle, in the climax, during the end credits—that it was a little more directly addressed that these men were in love with a child. Perhaps the absurdity of Mark Ruffalo’s character and his satirical fall to madness, his comedic portrayal and garish nature, was meant as a metaphor to laugh at these men for falling in love with a child. Yet, her true final husband, God’s assistant, is shown in an entirely sympathetic, forgiving and nearly hero-istic light, but he had no qualms with sleeping with her as a child. No, he had issue with sleeping with her out of wedlock. And she is forgiving, understanding, and loving of him (maybe because he doesn’t just love her for her body—but still).

Maybe it is from personal experience, from my own traumatic dealings with sexual assault at a younger age, of my body being treated older than I was in mind, that I find such fault with the message (that I ultimately took away) of “women should be allowed to do what they want with their bodies” and “men should not take advantage of women and treat them as things to be had”. It was a story of one women’s fight for her autonomy; yet at the end, she had no anger, no rage nor hate; she was told by her employer at the brothel that this was the way of things, essentially; she does say at one point that she feels rage—but I don’t think we saw any of that. I think we saw a young woman having a lot of sex in a shitty situation and coming to terms with it, and eventually, making her own way in the world and getting revenge in the ways she could. 

But I wanted to see her cut Mark Ruffalo’s dick off. I wanted to see her scream. I wanted to see her cry tears for her body. I wanted to see her feel something—anything—for the way her autonomy had been taken from her in a tangible way once she came to understand it.

Maybe that was Yorgos’s attempt in the third act, but it was so heavy handed it nearly felt absurd (and not in a good way)—her old husband tried to mutilate her, she turned him into a goat. Girl Power.

This story had such a ripe metaphor for grooming and the sexual exploitation of young girls that it was bursting at the seams. It’s essential to her character the moment she first meets Ruffalo. It is part of her journey, part of her growth; rarely is it addressed directly by the film.

This movie could have been radical, could have been bolder and braver in its message; it had all the makings to do so. It could have been such a moving and empathetic story about the exploitation of young women, of how men have oft viewed girls, of the pain and anger and betrayal of being groomed. And yet, in the third act, it fell flat in the name of a feministic tale it feels has been told through movies throughout time—Barbie, this year, or even Emma Stone’s Easy A. And while these stories are not at fault for their message, and their themes should be shown and are valuable as they are, this movie just had so much potential to do more.

Maybe it is my fault for identifying with aspects of Bella’s character that I felt unexplored. Perhaps it is my undoing that I saw my trauma in hers, that I wanted her to feel the pain that I did when I came to terms with my own experiences. It is possible that I have asserted myself onto Bella, in a lack of feeling that these stories have not been shown so brutally and honestly (as they could’ve been here) before.

Yet I feel it is undeniable that women who have been groomed can watch this movie without seeing Bella, in many ways, as a metaphor of themselves. And it is hurtful that her trauma was left with passive acceptance and forgiveness by all who were there to witness it, that only a man in her past life (a life we did not see) faced true consequence, that at no point in the movie, like other messages, was it directly addressed. Had other themes not been outwardly spoken by the characters so obviously, maybe I would be more forgiving that this one was left to be pieced together.

It is a beautiful and wonderful film that should be awarded for what it is. But I am disappointed for what it could’ve been, and for that it feels hollow. It saddens me more that this metaphor now feels as though it has been used up by this story when it could have been explored for so much more. And now I am left with the feeling that it is my bearing to forgive what I have endured; in many ways this is true, but I somehow leave feeling guilty all the same.

In the end, I am grateful to have watched Poor Things. I would recommend it to the occasionally sexist film buff friend. But I would not recommend it to my youngest sister; though for her, I hope she can watch it and never feel the same as I did. 

[midnightrain-and-cleandays]

(Author not: I’m bored and going through my old wip/ short story stuff and found this so i hope ya’ll enjoy!)

(Tw: none)

Ship: Hannigram

Tags: slight angst, hopeful ending, enemies to possible lovers

“I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?**

Will wasn’t sure why he felt like this, why whenever he looked at Hannibal his stomach always felt like it was on fire and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up but all he knew he didn’t necessarily like it.

**Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?**

Here he was back at another session in that stupid chair, he hated when people picked at his brain, he didn’t want others seeing what was in his mind. But oddly enough he didn’t mind if Hannibal saw what was going on in his head “you seem distracted Will” Hannibal said staring at Will and knocking Him out of his Thinking or more like overthinking.

Will shook his head and nodded nervously “fine Hannibal still having nightmares “ Will said as he stared back into those bright Maroon eyes and he could feel his stomach light up again with that same burning feeling.”why don’t you tell me about it”

**Watchin', hidden in plain sight

Ooh, I try, I try, I try

But it takes over my life

I see you everywhere

The sweetest torture one could bear**

Will was watching as Hannibal interacted with people, he was ….a natural like he could keep everyone who he talked to interested in the conversation and Will found it quite entertaining honestly how everyone looked at Hannibal like he was an angel that you just had to talk to and look at.

Then everything stopped and Will wished to leave, but he couldn’t just leave because of Hannibal talking to another man, even if that man was a person Will despised more than anything in the world . Antony was his name and Hannibal and him had been friends for awhile and Will couldn’t stand him, he was always so touchy and close to Hannibal and Will couldn’t stand it, but Will didn’t understand why it bothered him so much, it wasn’t like him and Hannibal were dating and Hannibal was a grown man he could talk to anyone he liked.

But it still bothered Will nonetheless, was it because Antony was everything Will wasn’t, Funny, charming, charismatic everything that would fit Hannibal perfectly. That burning feeling went away leaving a cold feeling in Will heart, he suddenly wanted to Leave and that’s what he did, he went to find Alana “hey I’m gonna head out gotta get back to the dogs” Alana was to caught up in something Margot was saying to hear Will but she nodded saying a quick bye to him. Unlike Will who never said bye to Hannibal who had spent the rest of the night looking for Will , but could never find him.

**Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate

Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?**

Since the party and Will's rude exit he hasn’t been to one of his and Hannibal sessions in a while, and it was starting to way on him, everyone could tell even jack but Will ignored it and continued with life trying to not think of Hannibal, but he was losing his mind trying not to. When Will didn’t show up for another session Hannibal called him , it was late around eight o’clock when Will heard his phone ring and he answered it.

“ hello” Will said as he heard the soft breathing over the phone “ hello Will I’m calling to see if you were going to make it this week for one of our sessions seeing how you’ve missed the last few, jack has informed me you’ve been busy , so i will let you not showing up or canceling slide this time but I need to know if you are going to make it this time “ When Will heard Hannibal's accented voice that burning feeling came back and his throat got dry “uh…i probably won’t make it this week Hannibal I’m sorry “ Will said with a bit of a shaky voice trying to hide the nervousness.

**Ooh, I care, I care, I care

Like ribbons in your hair

My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want**

He heard Hannibal sigh and Will felt bad “ are you feeling alright will” Hannibal asked and Will swallowed nervously “ everything fine just haven’t been sleeping Well” He said still trying to hide the shakiness in his voice and Hannibal sighed again “ Alright well i hope to see you next time have a wonderful night Will” Hannibal said causing the burning feeling to burn even more “ you to Hannibal “ Will said before hanging up.

**Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust**

Will knew he couldn’t keep ignoring Hannibal but he would damn Well try, he hadn’t been to a session in a month and it was kinda starting to get to him, he was having more nightmares and he couldn’t stop thinking of Hannibal everything was Hannibal and it was waying on him even more than he noticed “Will!” Jack said, pulling Him out of his thoughts “ sorry what?” Will said and Jack sighed “ I said why did Alana and Hannibal both call me saying you’re not going to your sessions with Hannibal you know the rules Will, do you wanna get fired?” Jack said sternly and Will shook his head. He knew Jack needed him but he also knew that Jack would fire him if he didn’t go see Hannibal.

Will sighed “ no, I’ve just been busy with cases and stuff, my mind never sleeps you know that.”

Jack shook his head putting a hand on Will shoulder “ just promise me you’ll start going back, I need you here and clear headed “ Jack said and Will nodded, finding it kinda funny he never was clear headed. But he knew if he didn’t go back Jack would hound him till he did and Will nodded “ i will i promise “

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately**

There Will was in Hannibal's waiting room waiting for Hannibal to finish his session with his last patient before Will. While He sat there he decided to come up with a plan, he was finally gonna tell Hannibal, he was gonna finally tell Hannibal how much he hated him, how much he loathed him, how much he hated his perfect hair and soothing voice and beautiful eyes, he was finally going to tell Hannibal….He loved him.

**And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you**

[raspberryjars]

It’s just how we are

word count: 2,314

summary: there’s been something between them for weeks, it finally comes to a head after amerie’s party

tags: spider/ant, underage sex, underage drinking, explicit

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Through his alcohol addled mind all he could think of was how much he wanted to taste the fake blood around Spider’s mouth. It looked, like, good. The way it was smeared around his mouth after a few hours of drinking made him look oddly hot. Like a sexy vampire. Like, obviously he was dressed as a vampire but he was a sexy vampire. There was just something about it.

It was probably the party, making him think too much about stuff. Anything that reminded him too much of the map stuff did that if he was honest. And, like, this whole party was sort of a big fat map reminder. Like, it wasn’t like he hated Amerie for what she did, she wasn’t the only person who’d talked about what happened with him and Darren. But now, like, everyone knew. And that made him hate her just a bit.

But in her defence, she seemed pretty different now. She’d been pretty chill and everything, and she’d been sort of sorry when he'd told her about his mum. But yeah. It was probably just everything that had happened and all the booze that was making him think too much about Spider. Like, he’d been noticing all this shit about him. The way his hands lingered on his shoulders, and the way he always looked at him and the way he literally knew what he was thinking all the time? They’d always been like that but it felt different now. It was confusing.

There wasn’t any point thinking too much about it though. Him and Spider were simple. They were just the way they were and there wasn’t really a way to describe it. Like, they weren’t brothers, that would be weird, they were closer than that. There wasn’t a word for what they were.

“You right man?”

Spider’s words jolted him out of his train of thought and he realised how long he’d been staring at nothing.

“Yeah man I’m good.”

That was probably a normal thing for him to say? It was like he’d suddenly forgotten how to talk to him. Again, probably a side effect of how drunk he was. But it was fine, Spider was, like, also really drunk so he probably didn’t think he was being weird.

Then suddenly Spider’s thumb was brushing his cheek, skimming over his painted-on cheek intent things; he wasn’t actually sure what they were, but Spider was touching them. And they were making eye contact in a different way than usual. It was sort of, tender?

“You look, nice.” Spider whispered to him. So quiet that he swore he imagined it. He almost wanted to ask him what he meant. He didn’t. But he wanted to.

Ant just grinned at him and reached for another bottle of beer, opening it with his teeth and looking away from his friend. They were both being weird tonight. They’d forgotten how to act around each other for some reason. It was usually so natural, maybe he was thinking too hard about it. Or maybe it wasn’t him, maybe Spider was being weird. He wasn’t sure. It was hard to think about.

Just as he was going to say something to him, ask him something, tell a joke, he wasn’t sure. His thought process was interrupted by loud cheering from outside.

“Shit man let's check that out.”

He grinned and followed Spider as he walked through Amerie’s house, leading them outside to where people were gathered around in the garden cheering up at the roof. He looked over at his friend as they weaved through the groups of people, coming to a stop near a trampoline.

He looked up to see what was actually happening and saw Malakai wobbling around on the ledge, talking some shit about jumping off, he looked around at the people chanting and then at the trampoline and called out.

“Oi. Bro, use this.”

He and Spider ran to move it as more people cheered. It was probably just the party but this shit was gonna be sick.

He could hear some people laughing and some people screaming for it to stop and he watched as Malakai continued talking, laughing along as he waited for him to either jump or walk back down when suddenly he was grabbed by some guy. Loud booing erupted as the crowd started walking away and going back to doing whatever.

Spider scoffed and turned to him, “This is dead bro, let’s go back yours yeah?”

“Sure man, my parents won’t be back ‘till, like, next week”

“Sick.”

They stumbled their way inside to find Dusty and some others as they laughed to each other about stupid shit. It wasn’t as weird now, whatever had been between them before was gone. And as they leant up against Amerie’s walls together looking out for Dusty, it felt normal, like nothing was different. Like there’d never been a map, and there wasn’t any reason for Spider to think he was gay or anything.

Then as they spotted Dusty and and he basically told them to fuck off, and Spider snorted and looked back at him, he felt the pull from before. The weird tension that kept coming between them, it was weird how it kept happening.

“Let’s go man.” Spider said.

He nodded and they walked out together, swaying and slightly uneven, they walked in mostly silence, the weird energy staying between them, even as he unlocked his door and they stumbled up the stairs they didn’t say anything. It was like there was something Spider wanted to say, but didn’t, so they were both just silent.

As he sat down on his bed next to his friend, he couldn’t help but think about the way he looked again. There was just something about the fake blood and fangs, and the way his hair was slicked back. He really did look hot. It was like at Mardi Gras, Spider looked good, and he could see it and appreciate it.

Spider was staring at him with a certain look in his eye, something different then his usual looks. But he knew what it meant, it was obvious to him what he was trying to say. Something unspoken between them that couldn’t be put into words.

He looked back at him, his eyes flickering to his mouth with that fucking fake blood and those stupidly sexy vampire teeth and he knew what was going to happen, he could just tell.

Spider reached across and grabbed the front of his skeleton suit, bringing their faces closer, he could smell the beer on his breath and almost feel his lips against his own. The feeling teasing him. They sat like that for a few short seconds, the anticipation building before he gave in and smashed their lips together. Grabbing Spider’s neatly gelled hair as he deepened the kiss.

He could feel the others hands winding around his neck and travelling down his collarbones coming to a stop just above the zipper of his suit. As they broke the kiss to gasp for air, Spider looked at him again and placed kisses along his jaw, his neck, slowly moving to his chest as he opened the front of the costume.

“Fuck..” He whispered as he felt heat rushing through him, after weeks of weird tension and awkward moments, it had all come to a head here and he finally understood everything that had been happening.

Spider’s oddly tolerant reaction to him getting a wristy from someone who clearly wasn’t a chick, the way he’d just dropped the topic when he realised what was happening with his mum, it wasn’t really very Spider-like, but it made sense now. As he was being undressed by the guy and could see his obvious hard-on.

He grabbed Spider’s jaw and brought his face back up to his own, turning them over so that he was laying over the top of his friend, they lay like that for a moment, their lips so close they were practically sharing a breath. He felt higher from this than he had from any drug. The feeling didn’t compare to anything else, no girl, or Darren, had ever made him feel like this.

Spider surged his head upwards and their lips met once again, the push and pull between them starting once again. It was weird how natural this felt, it should probably be weirder, hooking up with his best friend since literally forever, but it just felt right. Like it was always going to happen.

He groaned into his mouth as he felt Spider’s leg between his own, he rolled onto his back, panting for air and his friend followed, kneeling over the top of him, his arms shaking as he held himself up with hands placed on either side of his head.

Their eyes met again and an understanding passed between them for what was about to happen. They knew what it meant, it probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone that wasn’t them, but that was just how they were.

He felt sort of stupid, his hair probably a mess from Spider’s hands running through it, makeup probably everywhere and the top of his costume unzipped exposing his chest plus Spider’s fake blood was probably all over him. He saw his friend’s eyes flick up and down his body and suddenly Spider reached down and pulled off his own shirt.

It felt more real, what was happening, now that he could see his friend half-naked. Like, he’d seen him fully naked enough times, but this was different. And as they looked at each other and breathed deeply, he couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d actually wanted this.

Spider came back down to kiss him, his tongue moving against Ant’s own, he wriggled his arms out of the stupid onesie-thing he had on and began pushing his legs out of the rest of it, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He suddenly felt very aware of Spider’s jeans, the way the rough material scraped against his overly sensitive nerves was grating.

He began unbuckling his belt, struggling slightly without being able to look, but after a few seconds it was discarded on his floor, and he began impatiently shoving the other’s jeans down.

Spider drew back from their kiss and rested their heads against one another, their breathing in sync.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispered. He could feel Spider’s messed up hair against his jaw as he buried his face into his shoulder, he could feel the vibrations of the other boys breathing as he tried to regain his breath. He was so focused on feeling that when he suddenly felt long fingers and a cool ring against his cock he gasped loudly, his body jolting against his mattress. He felt Spider’s grin as he started twisting his hand.

The feeling was euphoric. Different to when he was alone at the dead of night, and different to the hazy memories of Darren’s hands at a party. This was just, so, so, good. He couldn’t help but let out a whine as Spider’s hand slipped away. Flushing deeply once he realised the noise he’d just let out.

“Shit man, fuck.” Spider whispered as he propped himself up over Ant’s body once again.

He grinned up at his friend and laughed slightly at his pink cheeks and mussed up hair. Why they hadn’t tried this sooner he didn’t know.

He felt fingers plucking at his waist band and slowly his boxers were tugged down to reveal him completely, the cool air making him groan slightly. He felt Spider’s eyes on him and he turned his head away from him, looking across his room, catching sight of their position in the mirror on his wardrobe.

He felt a hand grip his face and turn him to look back into his friends eyes. Spider’s eyes were searching his face for a sign of reluctance or something, he could see the hesitation lining his face. He smirked and wrapped his hands around his friend’s waist, hands slipping down the back of his boxers and their lips met again.

Carefully he slipped Spider’s boxers down his legs and watched through a half lidded gaze as he kicked them off his ankles.

He was suddenly very aware of how naked they were, he wasn’t sure where to go from here, like, obviously he knew how it worked, he just wasn’t sure how it would work with Spider.

He gripped the back of the other’s thigh and squeezed, hoping that he got the message. Seemingly it worked, as Spider brought his hand back to his cock, and continued what he’s started before.

There wasn’t much Ant was able to think about, most of his brain had been rendered completely useless, though he managed to use whatever energy he had left to take his own hand and begin to palm at Spider above him. The other let out a wobbly moan as he picked up the pace.

There wasn’t really a way to describe how they were acting other than the fact that this wasn’t a want, this was a need. This was necessary, and as the heat built behind his gut, tugging on his mind as he toed the edge of pleasure all he could really think of was Spider.

Spider, Spider, Spider. Spider in all his dick-ish, rude, arrogant, handsome glory.

Spider was the only person able to make him feel like this. It made sense really, he thought as he felt himself fall over the edge. Letting out a cry as he came. Spider followed soon after, hot white liquid covering their bare chests and Ant’s bed sheets.

“Shit bro.” Ant gasped.

Spider laughed and thumbed his cheek, reminding him of earlier that night. Ant bit his cheek and looked at his ceiling.

“You still think I look nice?”

[empresstheresa-guide]

And here we have it: the final cover. It's a new "improved" version of the previous two. Yikes.

There's a certain aesthetic to the font and color, which I think is OK. It looks a bit distinctive from other book covers, and is miles better than the unprofessional font in the last two. I'm not a huge fan of purple and yellow, but I don't want to knock this. The yellow rectangle is a bit too high, but apart from that, I'd say this aspect is fine.

But Theresa.. I mean look at that face. It looks flat, like she's made of paper. The nose is so odd with its grey lines. It seems he drew it in pencil and then never filled in the line work. Maybe he was worried about "ruining" it. Or maybe he drew a face he didn't like, and then erased/filled with paint and drew it all over again. The impression is very uneven. Remember Theresa is supposed to be super beautiful, and when you write a character like that - not saying you should - the expectations are high. And at least for me, this doesn't do it at all. The first cover showed a happy, proud looking woman who actually had expressive eyes It felt more natural, while these later covers seem so tortured. He probably toiled for hours and hours to make her look "just right", but it just turned worse and worse. Drawing, trying again, coloring, erasing. Over and over. Sitting up late at night in your room, frantically drawing more and more, in a frenzy of having to make it better.

Her hands bother me the most. They're completely different sizes. They look like mannequin hands, and the fingers are oddly bent. Salad Fingers meets Vincent Adultman. She also seems to have very old-fashioned red nails. I guess long nails would make the fingers look even worse, but there's something so dated about her whole look.

And then there's her torso. The breasts are super far apart, but at least they're not unrealistically huge this time. The rest of her body is just completely flat. No hips. I thought she had a sexy butt, which she admires herself in one chapter. Usually that would include big hips, but maybe that's too "fat" for Norman.

The microphone is now red and less disturbing than the neon green one, but it's still very small and looks like Norman drew it with a single line. A black, sturdy microphone would look much better. I bet Norman doesn't watch any modern videos, because most streamers use proper headsets.

Somehow the soldiers turn into dogs, then spiders. The buildings get smaller, except for the one that's randomly slightly bigger. Norman needs to learn about perspective. You'd think there are art guides all over the internet for this kind of thing.

Not the worst version, but it's a hot mess. I give this 3,5/10 HALs.

I'm very curious to see if he will make a new cover some day. He seems to have trouble letting go of the book, probably because he sees it as his life's work, and it's hard to stop working on it. Maybe he feels empty and like something is missing. He should try to write another book. Many people would buy it, just to see how bad it is.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Always Present

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Ben may not be able to touch him anymore, but he still has his ways of keeping them intimate. Warnings: Dubious consent, drug use, sex work, and implied underage sex Word Count: 3,657 Ship(s): Klaus Hargreeves/Ben Hargreeves

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A/N: So I decided to do a kind of character study about Ben and Klaus and what their relationship might have been. It end up being kind of sad but given that Klaus gets Ben back in a way in S3 I think that gives some natural catharsis. Thank you all so much for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The evening air bit at his skin as he stumbled closer and closer to the edge of the alleyway where he had been trying to pick up guys. Something was coursing through his system that was making him feel like he was floating five feet in the air with every step that he took. A voice in the back of his brain was telling him to lift his foot, bring it forward, and then set it down so that he could continue to move in the direction that he needed to. The voice soundly oddly similar to Ben, which didn’t make a lot of sense to him since he couldn’t see his spectral shadow anywhere.

He couldn’t see a lot of things right now, though, so that wasn’t a huge shock to him.

He knew a couple of things about the situation that he had found himself in. He was wearing his favorite feathery coat, the one that had a thousand pockets inside of it and was warm enough to keep him from freezing on the streets without being big enough to make it so he didn’t look sexy anymore. He had on a pair of very uncomfortable pants, the ones that he always wore when he was trying to pick up the high paying guys. He knew that he was wearing a clean shirt underneath it all, but he couldn’t remember where he had got it from or even what it was.

He was floating and he felt good, even though there was a hand on te middle of his back and he was be guided down an alleyway to someone’s car. He really didn’t like it when the guys wanted them to sleep in his car because he was aware that they could just start up the vehicle and drive him away to murder him. So far nothing like that had happened that he could remember, but it was always a fear hanging around his mind even when he was incredibly out of it on whatever it was he had taken.

The door to the car was opened for him and Klaus entered into the backseat as if it was muscle memory. He couldn’t tell if it was at this point because his bones didn’t even feel like they existed. He didn’t know what he had taken but he wished that he had enough of it to make it last a lifetime because he felt amazing.

He backed himself up against the door on the other side so that part of his back and all of his lanky legs were along the seats. The man that had escorted him out of the alley clambered over top of him so that his knees were on either side of Klaus’ hips. He had closed the door behind him so that they had some relative privacy.

Klaus felt his heartbeat jump into his throat as he heard the locks on the doors of the car snap shut, keeping him in there unless he was able to clear his brain enough to figure out how they came undone. He wished that it was easier to do that and still feel as blissfully out of it as he was. He knew that it wasn’t. This was the trade off that he made for not having to deal with the constantly screaming spirits that had plagued him since he was a child. He sacrificed safety and clarity for comfort and reprieve.

“You really are beautiful, you know,” the man said. 

The intoxicated superhero realized that he had said something like that before, so he began to wrack his floaty, spaced-out brain for something that he should say in return. He couldn’t find anything, but luckily he didn’t need to as someone whispered what he was supposed to say directly into his ear. “You’re not so bad looking yourself. Now, are we going to get down to business?”

The guy looked a bit shocked but then gave a nod. “Right, right. The guy that I talked to about where to find you said that I should bring lubes and a condom,” he dug into his pocket and then revealed the items.

The voice kept whispering into Klaus’ ears, so he kept talking. “That’s right. You know, I charge extra for guys that I want to fuck me and don’t just want a suck in a back alley.”

“I came prepared for that too,” he replied. It was really awkward to watch the guy move back so that he was sitting on his haunches and could dig through the other pocket. For a moment, Klaus wondered if he had ever slept with a guy before or if he was experimenting with some back-street prostitute that had a ghost for a pimp.

He pulled out a wad of cash with the hand that wasn’t holding the supplies and then tried to hand it over to Klaus. Whoever was telling him what to say told him to take the money, so he did. He shoved it into the pocket of his coat, the one that none of the cops had been able to find all the times that he had been arrested and dragged to jail. As soon as his money was safely where it could be found later when he was a little bit more sober, he removed his jacket and let it fall against the back seat.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” he asked, only because the voice told him to. Whoever it was that was guiding him through this interaction seemed rather antsy to get the whole ordeal over with. Klaus didn’t really understand why because as far as he could see, he was warm and the man above him seemed too nervous to be a serial killer or an abuser.

“Uh, uh, right,” he stuttered, his eyes going wide. The man reached the hand that wasn’t holding the condom and lube down to his pants so that he could yank at his zipper. As soon as it was undone, he shoved them down about six inches and then removed his cock. It was a little embarrassing to see that he was already hard at the mere idea of fucking Klaus when they had done literally nothing other than get in his car and exchange money.

Klaus was no stranger to embarrassing sexual experiences though, so he didn’t think much about it. Instead he reached down to his own pants and began to wiggle them off. He tilted his head back so that he could see the windows, just to make sure that they were tinted and no one was standing outside, waiting to catch them. That was one of the worst hookups that Klaus had ever had, one where the cop had gotten all the way through fucking him before he revealed that it was a trap and brought him right to rehab.

There was no one standing outside of the window and he took note of the fact that the glass was tinted, which was going to make it remarkably harder for them to get caught. Klaus preferred it like that, because it made his job so much easier.

The ex-superhero got his pants down just far enough that his entire ass was open for use, but not so far down that it would take him longer than about thirty seconds to put his clothes back on. The man hovering over him had just finished sliding the condom over his member. His hands were quivering slightly as he discarded the crinking package that the protection had come in. The man uncapped the lube and then spread a reasonable amount of his cock.

Without any preparation or even asking if Klaus had prepped himself, not that he could remember if he had or not, the man moved the head of his cock so that it was against Klaus’ hole. He pressed in with a fluid motion in his hips, breaching the tight circle of muscle and forcing his member even deeper despite the resistance he was being met with.

“Relax, baby,” the voice that had been telling Klaus what to do for the past ten minutes whispered directly into his ear. It was only then that he realized it was Ben, the superhero that had been guiding him through every moment of his drug-addled adventure on the streets after he had left that house. He felt his heart swell with adoration in his chest as he thought about how grateful he was that Ben was still with him even after Klaus had dismissed the ghost begging him again and again to get clean and live a better life. He loved Ben more than he ever knew how to express, which is why he hadn’t just ignored the advice that the other man had given him and let himself be killed. He was living because Ben wanted him to live, even if that meant prostitution and more drugs than one person should reasonably ever get their hands on at once.

Klaus let out a breathless moan, his back arching off of the seat a little bit. The muscles in his back were constricting so hard that they hurt like nothing had in a long time. The stretch around his hole was uncomfortable and burned. This didn’t feel at all like the sex that he wanted to be having, and that was when he realized that he was beginning to sober from whatever he had been high on. He wasn’t sure if that was because of how uncomfortable the sex was or just because it had been a while since he had taken anything.

“I know that it hurts, but it’ll hurt less if you just relax,” Ben informed him gently. He could almost feel his lover’s hands on his hips. 

He could starkly remember the first time that they had done something like this, but it had been a lot more pleasant. There had been a lot of nervous shaking from the both of them, especially since Klaus was suffering through a little bit of withdrawal due to the mission they had most recently come off. Ben had hovered above him after what felt like hours and hours of fingering him until he was wide enough open that he could probably take two cocks. Yet as soon as the other teenager had pressed into Klaus, he had felt like they hadn’t done any prep. They had stopped after every inch to that Klaus could adjust and the experience could be pleasurable for the both of them.

But that wasn’t what was happening here. Here and now, the man was pressing into him steadily without even checking to make sure that the other was okay. Klaus was used to that happening though. No one really cared about the health and wellbeing of the guy that they had just paid two hundred dollars for a quick fuck to.

He did pause once he had bottomed out, though. Klaus finally had the time to focus on relaxing all of his back muscles and his hole so that it was more comfortable to have the intrusion. He realized then that he hadn’t cleaned out before he had stumbled out of the apartment he was loitering in, so it was likely that the guy was going to be grossed out once all of this was done and over with. Thankfully there was a condom between him and everything in Klaus’ entrance, so it wasn’t going to be as gross as it could have been.

“Don’t think about him, don’t think about what comes after. Let your mind think about me and only me,” Ben whispered. 

Klaus was well aware that he wasn’t sober enough to conjure any ghosts or make them solid enough to touch anything, which was something he had only been able to do once as a child and would likely forget as soon as he got high enough again, but he could almost feel the featherlight kisses against his jaw.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Ben reassured him softly. “Imagine that it’s me above you. Our lives are wonderful, we’ve got that apartment that we always wanted. You don’t have to do this shit to get money and you don’t have to resort to hard drugs to make the ghosts go away. We’re spending some time together after a date, we were so excited that we just couldn’t wait until we had gotten home. I took you into the backseat and played with you so much that you started begging me to fuck you so I just had to oblige.”

The ex-superhero’s cock began to fill at the idea of coming apart in his lover’s hands. It was one of his favorite things, before that fateful mission, to spend the lonely hours of the night wrapped up in his boyfriend as they took each other apart piece by piece after a joint shared between them. It was something that he was never going to experience again, and that made him sad, but he was just high enough to be able to ignore that.

“Good job, baby, you’re doing so well,” Ben whispered. The man above Klaus had moved his hands so that he was grasping the back of the backseat as well as the headrest for the driver’s seat. Klaus was used to people not wanting to touch more of him than they had to despite the fact that they were having sex with him, which always seemed strange but he had grown up with only the weirdest.

“Imagine that’s my cock driving into you. It’s got that curve that you like, the one that can hit your spot every single time I thrust into you,” Ben commanded him. Klaus threw his head back against the seat and let out a loud moan. In all his years of sleeping with other people, whether for money or for fun, he had never been able to find someone with a cock that drove him as insane as Ben’s had. Just the mere idea of having it fucked into him again was driving him up the wall with arousal.

“I’m holding down your hips and all you can focus on is the way that my cock is pounding into you. It feels so good when I lean down and kiss over the hickies I put all over your neck. You know how much I like it when people can tell that you’re mine because I’ve marked you up so much. God, you’re irresistible to everyone that sees you and I have to make sure that they knew you’re mine,” the words that were pouring out of his ghostly boyfriend’s mouth were the most delicious thing that Klaus had ever heard.

This was the kind or arrangement that they had since they had left the house where their father had abused them for the last several years, trying to find respite anywhere they could in the streets. Ben was there to talk him through every paying sexual encounter that he ever had, and even a couple of the non-paying ones when they got really bad. It only worked sometimes, because there had been times in his life when the ex-superhero had been too far out of his mind on whatever the drug of the evening was to hear or even catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Ben had stopped talking, which let Klaus know that the man paying him for this encounter appeared to be getting closer to his orgasm. At this point, the psychic had sobered up enough that he was able to fake the moans that the stranger needed to achieve his completion. That had been the entire reason that Ben had been whispering all those dirty words to him, to make him aroused enough that he could put on a facade and hurry up the whole process. 

Despite the fact that he remembered how unpleasant the whole experience was now that he wasn’t being fed the most amazing fantasy of his whole life, he was grateful that Ben had stopped when he did. Klaus had only cum a couple of times when he was servicing someone and it was always a bit of an awkward experience. He had to clean himself up with something that the customer provided him and it meant that he had to hang around them for longer. He much preferred it when he could bring them to orgasm and then bolt away from them as quickly as he could do deal with himself later.

The man let out one last grunt as he finally orgasmed, shoving his silicone covered cock all the way back into Klaus. He could feel the way that the cum was spirting out of him and into the condom, stretching out his insides even more so that he was extra uncomfortable.

As soon as he had finished, the man pulled out. He seemed to realize his mistake in not asking if Klaus had cleaned out. Before he had the chance to get upset or start yelling, the ex-superhero shoved himself back into his clothes. He sat up and unlocked the car in the same motion as Ben told him what kind of a lock it was.

It was almost like his heart had started beating again as he was able to push the door open and then step out into the cool air of the city. He felt weird and uncomfortable from being fucked with no preparation, but the more pressing issue was how his cock was pressed against the seam in his pants.

Klaus stumbled away from the car as quickly as he could while checking to make sure that all of his possessions were still present. He had a little bag of weed in his pocket, his favorite blunt roller, a lighter, the flask that he had stolen from his father when he was fourteen, and the hand-sized copy of Hamlet that Ben had given him for their seventeenth birthday. He also had the wad of cash stuck in the pocket next to his heart, which was important. He didn’t have to had to do that for nothing, so having his reward was reassuring.

He passed by the alley that he had just been in so that the man wouldn’t be able to find him and then slowly made his way back to the apartment complex that he was squatting in. It was abandoned and set to be demolished in a couple of days, so it wasn’t a place that he was going to be able to stay in for long, but it served him pretty well for the time being.

It was only when he had found the actual apartment that he had been staying in that he was able to pick up where he had left off with Ben. He dropped his coat down on top of the backpack that was laying next to his sleeping bag. He collapsed down onto the aforementioned makeshift bed and then shoved his pants down. He didn’t bother to try and finger himself or touch his ass knowing that he hadn’t had a decent shower in quite a long time and also hadn’t cleaned out. He wasn’t a virgin when it came to gay sex like his most recent customer had been.

His cock flopped angrily against his stomach as it was released from the tight confines of his pants. “Ben,” he gasped as he wrapped his hand around the base of it and then pumped up once. He was already so sensitive since he had gotten so worked up in the car but had to delay his orgasm for almost twenty minutes while getting somewhere safe.

“We got interrupted, didn’t we?” the shimmery ghost version of his boyfriend appeared a few feet away from where he was splayed out over the ground.

“Mhm,” Klaus whined. He began stroking himself lazily. He was doing it dry, which was a little uncomfortable, but it was leagues better than what he had going on in the car.

“You’re so handsome, baby,” Ben whispered. “Just jacking yourself off to me, thinking about the way that I would hold you down and fuck you. I’d thread my fingers through your hair and pull your head so far back that you could barely breathe while I used you. Then I’d make sure that you came so much that your legs gave out. You wouldn't be able to walk all day because of how hard I had fucked you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You know that I would, Benny boy,” he groaned. He thrust his hips up despite the fact that he was in control of everything that was happening. The stimulation from the walk back to his hide out had made it so that he knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

Klaus let out a happy mewl as the fire inside of his stomach was finally allowed to explode out over his entire body, consuming himself with endorphins. He had a hypothesis, that if Ben hadn’t died and he had been able to get laid whenever he wanted, that he wouldn’t have resorted to hard drugs the way that he did. He had no way to test this hypothesis though, so he kept living the way that he did in the hopes that it would one day please Ben enough that he could join the other in the afterlife.

The ex-superhero dug an old towel out of his backpack and then cleaned his hand off with it. He stuffed himself back into his clothes and clambered back into his sleeping bag so that he could sleep off the rest of whatever he had taken despite barrelling closer and closer to sober. 

For a moment, as he began to drift to sleep, he could have sworn that he felt Ben’s lips press a kiss to his temple.

[that-glitter-chick]

Autobot Jazz Week day three! Prompt: Candy/Sweets. Jazz wants to play the Pocky game, naturally using Energon treats. Song is “I Want Candy” by Bow Wow Wow.

Ficlit: Candy Conflict

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.” Prowl strained backwards, not wanting to break their embrace but also trying to avoid the Energon treat, flipping up and down rapidly in a playful manner from its place clenched between his Conjunx dente plates.

Jazz scowled in irritation and removed the candy from his lips so he could speak clearly. “The kiss isn’t the point. I want to try the game. You know, try something different.”

The taciturn Security Officer squirmed. Why did Earthlings have to come up with such silly ideas to waste time? And why was his mate so fascinated by the little ones odd habits? “Couldn’t we just make out, then eat the candy like normal people?”

Jazz growled in frustration and threw up his servos in a rare sign of hostility. “Well excuse me for wanting to indulge in the local cultures. I mean we’re stuck here on Earth, might as well enjoy it. But fine, if my hobbies offend you so greatly, I’ll take my candy and find someone who does want to play!”

His beloved was half way to their quarters door when Prowl registered what he had just said. “Wait a minute! Jazz, hold on, you’re going to just go off and…” he ironically decided on a human term “snog some other bot?!”

The Master Spy coldly glared at him from over his shoulder and snapped “First off, like I said, the kiss ain’t the point! And even if it was, why not? You weren’t the first Mech I ever kissed, and it doesn’t have to be sexy, it can be an innocent kind of thing. I’m your Conjunx but that doesn’t mean you own me Prowl of Praxus!”

“No, no, of course not!” Prowl waved his servos and shook his head, “I’d never presume such a thing Love. It’s just…”

Seeing his one and only look so hurt made Jazz exvent and pinch where his visor rested on his olfactory sensor. He slowly turned with his servos spread wide in a slightly pleading gesture. “Look Prowl, I love ya darlin’ but there are solar cycles where I could just deck ya.” He chuckled in a sad way. “We’ve been Conjunx a long time and hardly get to see each other we’re so busy with our duties, and we never know if we’re gonna see each other ever again whenever we go on missions… I just wanted to play a little game I thought was cute, is this really worth arguing over?” He dropped the box of Energon treats into a small trash receptacle and looked so rejected it physically hurt the other Autobot to witness.

Prowl got up from his place sitting on their recharge berth and quickly transversed the distance between them. He embraced his Conjunx Endura tightly and peppered his helm with kisses. “I’m sorry Jazz. You’re right, you never ask for anything and this was such a simple request. I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of this.”

Before Jazz could respond, Prowl left the warmth of their embrace and retrieved the box of candy. He took his love by the servo and guided him back to their starting point sitting on the berth.

Jazz was grinning like a Sparkling with a new toy as he dug out a fresh treat with every intention of reinitiating the game, when he was interrupted yet again by an oddly suddenly shy Prowl.

“Heh… hey love?” The CSO mumbled, avoiding optic contact and his face plates were dusted a pretty blue blush.

“Yeah handsome, what is it?” Jazz was very intrigued now. What could possibly have his normally stoic mate acting like an unchristianed youngling about to have his first tumble?

“Who… uh, who would you have gone to if I hadn’t stopped you from leaving?” Prowl murmured. His EM field was radiating arousal despite his bashful nature.

‘You adorable, sweet, secretly kinky mech.’ Jazz thought to himself as he slowly grinned like he normally only did when getting the upper hand in battle. “You really want to know darlin’?” He drawled and felt his engine hum happily at the shy nod he received in answer.

“Then you better win the Pocky game. That can be your trophy.”