#hopefully i succeeded idk

[miscellaneous--bones]

was revisiting sextupods

some internat workings stuff under the cut (bare bones anatomical outline for the skeleton and guts placement)

[astralredart]

I am a coward but first I was a kid

(i'd hate me too- susannah joffe)

[girlivealwaysbean]

it's not sinking in that today might be the last day in my house and town for many months to come

[unheoly-confessions]

Mentioned by @bloodofyou ty!! <3

5 songs I'm enjoying right now:

Hysteria - Motion City Soundtrack

Big Bird - AJJ

Chloroform Girl - Polcadot Cadaver

Der Morgen Danach - Lacrimosa

Only - Nine Inch Nails

(Plus dishonorable mention for: This for That from Fraggle Rock: Back to the Rock season 2. Fuck you Brett Goldstein get out of my brain why is it so catchy)

Tagging uhh whoever wants to do this! Go wild

[kimmkitsuragi]

i cant wait to recruit jaheira and then try to go for her quest immediately in act 3 because 1) i want to and 2) roleplay reasons. lynn will be like wrowww THE high harper jaheira wants ME to do something? okie dokie!

[apocalypticdemon]

i hope that someday i'll be able to write without second-guessing whether or not the thing i'm trying to write is too much

[kp-alice]

GIRL ISTG YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME YOU CAN'T JUST SAY ALL THIS AND NOT EXPECT ME TO CRUMBLE ON THE SPOT!!!!!!

As You Deem Fit

Summary: Ever the generous lover, Yunho knows just the right gift to give you on your third anniversary - himself.

AKA an enthusiastically pliant!sub!Yunho x mischievous!dom!f!reader

Word count: 6 810

Warnings: free use (so seemingly dubious content but everything is fully consensual!!), oral (f rec), handjobs, pegging, butt plugs, ejaculating straps, just a lot of groping and tension in general, playful sex (they love each other so much it's lowkey gross), the tiniest speck of clothed f/naked m, an awful load of pet names

A/N: This fic is the fourth part of my sub!Yunho Kinktober 2024! The event's masterlist can be found here.

You sat on the couch in your dimly lit living room, facing your boyfriend of three years with a huge grin. As always, he'd gone above and beyond to make sure you felt loved and cherished, this time proving it by buying you that beautiful necklace you mentioned almost half a year ago. You didn't dare wish for it, knowing it was quite expensive and something you had only talked about in passing, but you were yet again beautifully surprised.

"Yu, it's so beautiful!" You marveled as you looked down at the necklace he had so eagerly helped you put on, reaching over to hold his soft hand. Much like your neck, his wrist was now adorned with a pretty yet elegant silver bracelet. Of course you got each other matching gifts. After three years together, you were practically one person split into two bodies.

"Not any more beautiful than the bracelet you've picked out for me," he grinned cheesily, mesmerized by the silver gleaming in the soft light. "I was worried my gift would be too expensive, but I see we've both decided to be generous this year."

You tightened your hold on his hand, faux offense on your face. "Nothing is ever too expensive when it comes to you, love!"

Yunho giggled at your reply, though you could sense a smidge of hesitance behind his warm gaze. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"But?" You pressed on, leaning closer to examine his expression. He was definitely hiding something.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Yunho asked back, feigning confusion. And yet, all the telltale signs were there. The slight raise in pitch, the widened eyes, the way he tilted his head to the side just a little too much.

You sighed, but there was no actual frustration to your words. "Bunny, do you really think you can fool me after three years together? I can literally see the cogs turning in your head; you're thinking about something important."

The silence between you lasted mere seconds, Yunho's facade quickly crumbling under your unwavering gaze.

Oh well, not like he wanted to keep this a secret anyway.

"Well, actually, you see," he began, a nervous smile playing on his lips the more he stalled, "I kind of have another present for you, but it's a bit... different, so to speak."

You chuckled, leaning even further forward to support yourself against his thigh. "Yuyu, if you're talking about anniversary sex then I'm afraid we've done that one already... twice actually. Not that I'm against it in any way, of course not! I'm just saying you don't have to be shy about it if that's what you had in mind."

"No! That's not what I had in mind at all!" Yunho exclaimed but then suddenly paused, "or, like, it kind of is, but uh, I had something a bit special in mind this time."

"And what would that be, pretty boy?"

Of course you had to call him that now, of all times.

You watched in amusement as Yunho's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he began squirming in his seat. "W-well, I was just kinda wondering about what we could do that we haven't tried yet, and, uh, have you ever heard of 'free use'?"

You furrowed your brows, casting your eyes to the side as you searched your mind, but nothing came up. "I don't think so, no."

"Ah, well, it is a bit unconventional," Yunho stammered further, avoiding your gaze at all costs, "which also means that you don't have to entertain it in any way if it makes you uncomfortable! I'm perfectly fine just doing what we already enjoy, don't worry."

"Yu," you said sternly, squeezing his hand, "just explain what it is and let me decide if I'm up for it or not. Like you said, the worst thing I can say is a respectful no and then we'll just enjoy ourselves in a different way."

Yunho nodded solemnly at your words, knowing you were right. Squeezing your hand back, he took a deep breath.

"So, uh, free use is pretty much exactly what the title implies. One person lets the other... well, use them, however they want, whenever they want. You can, like, touch me as much as you like, or make me do whatever. And while this can apply to both people, where they can 'use' each other, I was thinking that, maybe, it could be just me for now? You know, since I'm the one that proposed it and everything, it makes sense you'd be the one in control because then you can do everything at your own pace and stuff."

"Huh," you let out after a short pause, taking everything in. "And you're sure it's not just because you want me to use you and shower you with attention?"

"A-ah, well, uh," Yunho stammered, letting out a nervous chuckle, "yeah, maybe a bit of that too. Only if you want to, though! Like I said, no pressure at all!"

It was your turn to laugh now. Swinging one of your legs over his lap, you shuffled even closer to him. "Of course I want to, love. How could I ever pass up an opportunity to have you all to myself? You'll be all mine to enjoy, ready to please me whenever I want. No matter what you're doing or where we are, I can just feel you up as much as I like. What's not to love about that?"

You watched a visible shiver run down Yunho's spine at your words, an almost pained expression on his face as he imagined the scene. You nudged his crotch with the leg in his lap, swiftly bringing him out of his thoughts and back to you.

"So? When are we going to do this, Puppy? Do we just start now or do you want to set a specific date or signal...?"

Yunho took a deep breath, trying to think despite the growing issue in his pants. "Well, I was thinking maybe this weekend? Since we'll both be staying at home with the day off. And I can definitely wear something to show you I'm, uh, 'up for it', or we can just confirm everything in the morning and go from there? Either is- mmh! Either is fine!"

You suppressed a giggle at his whine, not stopping the way your leg was rubbing against his growing hard-on.

"Alright then, loverboy."

Saturday rolled around sooner than expected, and before Yunho knew it, he was stirring awake in your warm, cozy bed. Even through his sleepy stupor, he could feel your hand running up and down his side, occasionally slipping forward to graze his stomach.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," you whispered tenderly as you snuggled even closer into his back, making him chuckle. "Slept well?"

"Mhm," he nodded tiredly, pressing back into your embrace. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to tell me if you're still good to go with our plan today."

Yunho's eyes snapped open at that, suddenly remembering what specifically this week's Saturday would entail.

"You don't have to agree to anything if you're unsure about this, Puppy," you gently reminded him, kissing the back of his neck. "We can just do this another time, or not at all."

"No, no," Yunho shook his head. "I do want to do this. I'm just a little nervous, I guess? I want this to turn out well since I suggested it, but because I'm not in charge, I don't know how to ensure that."

"Don't worry, hun," you reassured him softly, but then tightened your grip on his hip. "I'll make sure we both enjoy ourselves, okay?"

"O-okay."

Yunho hadn't expected you to "make sure" right after you'd asked him, but here he was, lying in bed with his face planted in the pillows, already worn out. He still had his sleep shirt on but his bottoms were long gone, discarded in the wake of your morning ministrations.

Despite your thoughtful wipe-down afterward, Yunho could still feel a forgotten stripe of lube drying on his inner thigh once he'd finally gotten up. And judging by the first few steps he took towards his wardrobe, he already knew today was going to be a long day. The plug you'd chosen for him was nowhere near the biggest one he owned, but he was still acutely aware of it with even the slightest of movements.

Well, nothing to be done about it now - you chose it for him, and he had no choice but to take what he was given and wait for further instructions.

Just as he'd managed to put on some boxers and lounge pants, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing your curious yet slightly amused look.

"How are we faring, Handsome?" You asked, unabashedly looking him up and down. Of course he chose those plaid pajama pants today, knowing you loved the way they made his thighs and ass look. "Ready for breakfast yet?"

Yunho nodded happily, closing the wardrobe again before moving towards you. "Of course! Just needed a few more minutes to get up, sorry."

"It's okay," you said, holding the door wide open for him. "I didn't start off too eager, did I?"

"Not at all," Yunho chuckled, giving you a playful smile as he passed by you. "If anything, it was actually really-"

All words from your lovely boyfriend were cut off by a startled gasp, preceded by the unmistakable sound of your hand connecting with his ass.

"I'm really happy to hear that, honey."

Just as he'd thought to himself before, today was really going to be a long day.

Despite looking forward to spending the day together, you and Yunho still cherished your alone time. Thus, an hour or so after breakfast and washing up, you found yourself in your study, working on that random report your boss had been bugging you about. Yunho had stayed in the living room, likely lounging around on the couch while playing video games or scrolling on his phone.

Either way, he wasn't doing anything important right now, and you were awfully stressed out with this whole report thing.

Which offered a very easy, enticing solution.

"Yuyu, come here!" You called out, double-checking that your progress had been properly saved before moving on with your plan.

You heard an affirmative shout back, followed by the sounds of the couch creaking and footsteps stomping down the hallway. Even at that, you could already feel your tense shoulders relax, knowing what was to come. Holding onto the desk for leverage, you slid away from it to make just enough space and waited.

A very cozy-looking Yunho appeared in the doorway. "What is it?"

"Come here," you ordered softly, though your voice left no room for disobedience.

Yunho did as told right away, shuffling over to you with curious eyes. What could it be that you wanted from him?

"Get under the desk and make yourself useful, will you?"

Oh.

"There you go, hun," you sighed out appreciatively, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

Yunho just hummed in agreement, too focused on the task at hand to reply properly. His tongue was laving against your clit, nose bumping into your pubic mound every now and then. He almost looked cute like this, trying so hard to please you that it turned him just a little stupid.

Your hand tugged at his hair, angling his mouth away from your clit and down. "Come on, Puppy, let me ride that pretty nose of yours a bit."

Yunho immediately complied, letting you hold him in place while you rocked your hips against him. A moan left him as he felt your wetness spread all over his nose, feeling like a mere toy at your disposal. You gripped his locks even tighter at that, the vibrations of his voice making you clench down on his tongue inside you.

Deciding you were done playing around, you tugged his head up again. Yunho didn't need to be told what to do, quickly diving back in to kiss, lick, and suck on your clit just the way you liked it best.

"Fuck! That's it, baby, I love your mouth so much," you panted as you spoke, feeling the coil in your lower belly winding tighter with every second. "Gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours."

Yunho whined at your words, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He knew this wasn't about him right now, and yet, the way you spoke to him so lovingly yet so condescendingly churned so good in his stomach that he almost curled in on himself just from listening to you.

Unbeknownst to your boyfriend, you were watching him squirm the entire time, already plotting how to fix the obvious ache in his pants.

Soon.

After almost suffocating Yunho between your thighs and sending him off to clean his face, you went right back to work. You had to admit, the quick stress relief was rather convenient, save for the sinful ideas of what you were going to do to your unsuspecting boyfriend next that were now occupying your mind.

Nevertheless, after two more hours of slaving away at your computer, you were finally done and free to join your favorite cuddle bug in the living room. He was re-watching one of your favorite dramas, giggling to himself at the characters on screen. As you approached him and the pile of blankets atop him, he didn't even say a word, just lifted up one of the corners high enough for you to slip inside with a huge smile on his face.

Once you were comfortably lying down on him, you too got quickly invested in the show, accompanied by the comforting rise and fall of Yunho's chest beneath you. With your pending work done and your favorite person under you, you could finally just shut your brain off and relax.

For a while, at least.

As the time dragged on and the episodes slipped by one by one, an exciting mix of mischief and yearning bubbled up inside you. Yunho's body felt so warm under you, so soft and pliant - it would be a shame to just let it be, right?

"Babe...?" Yunho questioned softly as your hand smoothed down his side, thinking you just wanted to ask something. When your other hand began moving as well, however, he started to realize what this might be about.

"Get on top of me, honey," you ordered, leaving Yunho to gently roll the two of you over, now with you underneath him. He tried not to lie down on you with his full weight so as to not crush you, but that was becoming increasingly difficult with your increasingly teasing touches. With each squeeze of his waist, hips, or even chest, he could feel his strength falter, leaning further down into your body.

"L-love, what are you..." he tried to question but trailed off again as one of your hands slid into his plaid pants, skipping his underwear and going straight for skin-to-skin contact. You gripped the full, firm flesh in your hand, massaging it softly before moving on.

Every remaining bit of Yunho's composure disappeared as your hand brushed the base of the plug inside him, re-igniting the fire that had been warming his belly since this morning. He hid his face in the crook of your neck with an embarrassed whine, suddenly feeling too exposed and vulnerable despite still being fully clothed.

"How's the plug feeling, baby?" You murmured softly, brushing your thumb against its base. Your other hand stilled on his hip, holding him in place in case he got too restless.

"It's really weird," he admitted bashfully. "I-I mean, like, nice weird! Like, it feels good, but it's also strange to just... have it inside all day. I keep forgetting about it and then I move even the slightest bit and it just, you know."

"Reminds you of your role for the day?" You finished for him, earning a nod in return. "So you're okay with keeping it in a while longer?"

Yunho nodded again, letting out a shaky exhale as you tapped on the base a few times. "Yes, please. Wanna be your good boy all day, be ready for you at all times."

"Good," you replied, an excited smirk on your face. "Very good."

Before you knew it, the sun was already starting to set. And as much as you'd love to keep cuddling and fondling your boyfriend, the growling in your stomach was getting a little too persuasive.

As expected, Yunho volunteered to cook dinner tonight, getting up and disappearing into the kitchen before you'd even had a chance to argue. Not that you wanted to, anyway. Whenever Yunho got into his submissive headspace, he loved to provide more than anything, and you were not about to take that away from him.

You did eventually start to get a bit bored, though.

About half an hour had passed, the drama you were watching left paused on the TV screen while you checked social media. You could hear the soft knocking of metal against wood as Yunho chopped up some vegetables, along with the sound of water boiling on the stove.

...Nothing wrong with checking in on him, right?

Sitting up with a groan, you raised your arms above your head and stretched. The couch creaked under you as you shifted your weight, but Yunho either didn't hear it or didn't think much of it.

As expected, Yunho had his back to you as you entered the kitchen, focused on pouring all the chopped-up ingredients into the boiling water. After succeeding, he sealed the pot with a lid and set a timer on the stove before resting his hands against the counter. He let out a content sigh, seemingly fully lost in thought.

His daydreams were cut short, however, when he was enveloped from behind, causing him to jump in surprise.

"Relax, baby, it's just me."

Yunho hummed in acknowledgment, all of the sudden tension leaving him again as he leaned back into your embrace. "Missed me already?"

You chuckled at the cheekiness, squeezing him just a little tighter. "Oh, so much, you have no idea." Pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck, you let one of your hands wander along his body. "Also felt like paying compliments to the chef, you see."

"A-ah, but, don't people- don't you usually do that after the food is served?" Yunho asked in a shaky voice, the hand grazing his inner thigh feeling equal parts ticklish and arousing.

"Hmm, no," you muttered into his back, one hand splayed over his stomach under his shirt while the other teased the waistband of his pants again. "I already know it will taste amazing, so might as well thank you now, right?"

Yunho's grip on the counter tightened as your fingers finally dipped into his boxers, steeling himself for whatever you had in store for him. "I mean- yeah, but- but the food-"

"Just let go, Puppy," you insisted, drawing a meek whine from him. "You've set a timer anyway, you can spare some time for me now."

"I- alright," Yunho finally agreed with a tired sigh, only to gasp when you immediately grabbed his cock in response. Clearly, you were in no mood to stall anymore.

Yunho was fully hard in record time, already pent up from your previous activities. His head hung low as you stroked him, keeping him in place with the hand on his stomach while you pressed up against him from behind. Every now and then, a small whine or whimper left his lips, causing his eyes to scrunch shut even tighter.

"W-wait," Yunho suddenly gasped, wanting to stop you with a hand on your wrist but halting before he could do so.

"What is it, honey?" You asked, brushing a thumb against his weeping tip while you placed another clumsy kiss on his clothed back.

"I need to stir the- please," Yunho tried to keep his sentences as short as possible, not trusting his breathy voice right now.

You laughed at his explanation, finding him utterly adorable right now.

"It's okay, love, do whatever you want."

Yunho was confused by your words, unsure of what you meant. The fog in his brain certainly wasn't helping either, reducing him to a panting, jittery mess.

"But- you're not stopping?" He said half-questioningly, trying to break from his daze just enough to understand the situation.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm definitely not stopping," you said with a sly grin, speeding up your movements. "But you're free to keep cooking if you want, I don't care."

When your words finally clicked in his mind, Yunho thought he was going to pass out. Or cum. Ideally both.

With a pathetic, broken whimper, he nodded in understanding, muttering a simple "Okay, thank you" in response. His left hand gripped the counter even tighter, trying to keep himself still and stable while he removed the pot lid with the other. Just as he was about to pick up the wooden spoon, however, he felt you tugging at the plug inside of him.

You watched in amusement as Yunho curled in on himself with an almost pained cry, dropping the spoon to hold onto the counter again. "Y/N!"

"What? I'm just doing my thing, you can do yours just as fine."

Yunho whimpered as you pulled at the toy again, the widest part threatening to slip out of him. He felt so powerless, your indifferent attitude leaving no room for discussion. He couldn't fault you for it either; it's what the two of you had agreed on, after all. He was yours to touch and fuck as you pleased, whenever, wherever.

Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Yunho tried to regain control of his body as much as he could, though it was near impossible with your unrelenting touches. Even as he neared the stove, he couldn't stop the involuntary twitches of his hips, trying to meet both your strokes on his cock and the pulling at the plug inside.

"There's my good boy," you cooed, watching him finally succeed at stirring the pot. "Told you there was no need to stop, you're a natural."

Whether you meant a natural at cooking or being toyed with, Yunho didn't know. Either way, a groan left his lips at the praise, dropping the spoon again to lean back into you.

"Oh? Is my pretty prince close already?" You questioned, feeling him twitch in your hand at the pet name. Yunho nodded hurriedly, shallowly panting as he rocked back and forth into your hands. The timer was showing two minutes left, giving you just enough time to get your lover where you wanted him.

"Miss, can I please cum? Please?" Yunho begged with audible urgency, brain so scrambled the title came out without him even realizing.

"Of course, honey," you said, tightening your grip on him. "You've been such a good boy so far, you deserve it.

Yunho moaned loudly at the praise, eyebrows furrowing as he finally let himself get fully lost in the pleasure. His hands reached back to clumsily grab at your hips, pressing you as close to his back as possible. He didn't seem to mind the slightly awkward angle at which the hand holding his plug was now trapped. If anything, the way it pushed the toy back in even deeper made everything else more intense.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum," Yunho warned through gritted teeth, already sensing this wouldn't be any small orgasm. "I'm gonna, I-"

With a cry of your name, Yunho's entire body tensed up in your hold for a second or two before releasing again, trembling with every wave of pleasure washing over him. You held him steady the entire time, helping him ride out his orgasm with slow, steady strokes on his twitching cock. Your other hand slithered out of his pants, reaching over to turn off the timer before it could startle your spent lover.

Yunho panted as he came down from his high, the fog in his mind finally starting to clear up again. He squeezed at your hip, a silent signal that it was okay to let go of him now. You did so, unwrapping yourself from him to stand by his side instead and examine his face for any signs of discomfort.

"Feeling okay, baby?" You asked gently, drying some of the sweat on his forehead with a nearby paper towel. Yunho just nodded wordlessly, every part of his body feeling like jelly, lips included.

"Good. Now let's get you out of these before you ruin them any further, shall we?"

A small gasp left him as you suddenly pulled both his pants and boxers down, but he stepped out of them anyway. Despite the embarrassment of standing half-naked in the kitchen in front of you, he had to admit it felt a lot more comfortable than boxers full of cum.

"Are, uh, are you going to bring me fresh clothes?" Yunho asked hopefully, turning to give you a quick glance before approaching the stove again. He still had dinner to cook, after all.

"No," you said simply. "I don't think you'll be needing them much in the near future, anyway. I'll just keep you warm during dinner and then we'll see what happens."

Yet again, despite how small and vulnerable he was feeling right now, Yunho knew he had no say in the situation. You clearly weren't waiting for his response anyway, considering how you'd immediately left after your reply, but not before giving his ass a quick squeeze goodbye.

Just as promised, you kept Yunho warm as you sat back down on the couch, eating your dinner together under a warm blanket. You resumed the drama on your TV, letting the two of you calm down again and enjoy the simple comfort of each other's presence. Under the thick blanket, Yunho's legs were strewn over your lap while you kept a firm hold on one of his calves.

He was not going anywhere anytime soon. Not until you'd let him.

Unlike before, you didn't let him wash the dishes this time, pushing him back into the cushions while you put your two bowls away in the kitchen. You checked the clock hanging above the door, which read 22:30. Perfect.

"Ready, Yu?" You called out, returning to the living room. Yunho was right where you'd left him, curled up on the couch. His head rose at your voice, turning back to look at you in slight confusion. "For what?"

"The bedroom," you answered plainly, meeting him with a seemingly indifferent gaze. When he didn't react, you stepped right in front of him. "Come on, Pup. Don't make me drag you over there myself, 'cause you know I will."

Yunho gulped at the vague threat, reluctantly throwing the blankets off his body and rising to his feet. The shirt he had on didn't do much to cover his bottom half, making him resort to covering himself with his hands. That plan was quickly foiled, though, as you just nudged his hands away, leaving him bare again.

The moment he'd entered the bedroom, he could feel a slight tension in the air. Turning to you, he realized you looked somewhat nervous, but fought hard to hide it.

"Well? What are you waiting for? On the bed, hands and knees."

Your command brought him out of his thoughts again, limbs moving pretty much automatically at this point. This wasn't anywhere near his first or last time in such a position, so he had no issue planting himself into the mattress, arching his back just the way you liked it. The effect was almost immediate as he heard a groan from behind him, followed by a smack against his ass. "Fuck, such a pretty boy for me, aren't you?"

Yunho just whined, spreading his legs a little wider at the praise. He could feel you getting on the bed behind him, right after gathering all the things you'd need from the box in your wardrobe. A soft hand began smoothing down his back, making him relax and steady his breathing.

"I've prepared something new for today, if you're interested."

Oh, so that's why you were nervous.

"What is it?" Yunho asked, lifting his head from the pillows to be heard properly. He didn't turn around to look at you, too scared he wasn't allowed to without your explicit permission.

"I mean," you began, your free hand moving to massage the back of his thigh, "it's nothing too new. Just a small twist on what we already do, that's all. I can tell you right now if you want, but I was thinking it might be better as a surprise?"

Yunho shivered at the proposition, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Being surprised was one thing, but to have you surprise him while you're railing him into the next week? He wasn't sure what to expect. Which, of course, led him to only one possible reply.

"Sure."

After hiding whatever it was you were planning to use from his sight and easing the plug out of him, Yunho found himself on his back, legs spread nice and wide for you while you stretched him open. Thanks to the plug, the process was a lot easier than usual, but that didn't stop you from ensuring his comfort anyway. Not to mention you'd never pass an opportunity to have him moaning on your fingers.

"Alright baby, I think you're ready for me," you said, focused on the way his pretty hole clenched around your digits. "What do you think?"

Yunho whined at the question, trying to push back against the three fingers inside of him. "Please, I need it! I'm so hard it hurts."

You chuckled at his desperation, making the man under you blush even more. He really wasn't lying; his dick had been left alone for way too long, twitching sadly against his abdomen whenever you pressed into him just right.

"Okay, hun," you began, removing your fingers from him at once, "I'm gonna need you to close your eyes for a moment, and when you open them again, you're not allowed to look down, okay?"

Huh. Okay.

Yunho nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes. He heard you get up from the bed again before shuffling around. The bedroom was completely silent, save for the sounds of his breathing, clothes rustling, and the soft clinking of metal. The mattress dipped down again, and Yunho was allowed to re-open his eyes.

"Hi," you said warmly, an amused smile gracing your lips as you looked down at his unsure expression.

"Hey," he replied tentatively, scanning your eyes for any clues on what to expect. "I, uh, wanted to ask - how low can or can't I look?"

You giggled at his question, making him smile a bit as well. "No need to worry about any of that, Yuyu. Just keep looking at me until I say otherwise, okay?"

He obliged with a nod, keeping his focus on your face even while you yourself looked down between his legs. It felt strangely exhilarating, not being able to see what was going on down there, what was going to happen to him.

"Hold these for me, will you?" You said as you pushed his legs up by the backs of his knees, waiting for him to get the memo and hold them up for you. Luckily, it didn't take Yunho too long, still lucid enough to remember one of your most frequent orders.

A cold, slick, blunt object was suddenly pressed against his hole, making Yunho flinch at the unexpected sensation. He'd almost looked down then, wishing to see which toy you'd chosen today, but caught himself at the last second.

"I'm gonna push in now, okay?" You warned him, leaning further over his body for a better angle. "Just relax and remember to breathe."

Yunho did just that, closing his eyes and relaxing as much as he could. Still, he couldn't help but tense a bit when you began pushing in, the intrusion familiar yet oddly different at the same time. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought, confused about what it could mean. Did you get a new strap? Is that why you didn't want him to look yet?

Oblivious to the turmoil raging in Yunho's head, you kept pushing further, gaze flitting between his sinful expressions and his hole eagerly welcoming you in. It wasn't until your hips met his that his eyes opened again, watching you with almost alarming intensity.

"Something's different, isn't it?"

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling at your boyfriend's puzzled face but nodded nonetheless. "It is indeed. Do you have any clue as to what it could be?"

Yunho's brows furrowed at the question, fully concentrated on finding out the answer. You could feel the faintest tug from below, watching as he clenched down on the strap-on.

"I- I'm not entirely sure, but the shape feels different. It feels a bit smaller too."

"Is that an issue?" You teased, a wide grin splitting your face. "Maybe it's not about the size with this one, who knows."

Yunho let out another confused sound at that, trying to decipher your words. Maybe it vibrates? Or inflates somehow? Or changes temperature? Okay, no, probably not that last one.

But then what could possibly make this one special?

Despite being very invested in uncovering the mystery of this strange fake cock, the moment you actually began moving, all rational thoughts flew out the window. Big or small, thanks to your skilled hips, the toy still hit all the best spots inside of him just the way he liked it, reducing him to a moaning and groaning mess.

"Miss, please! Harder!" Yunho desperately begged. With each thrust, the hold on his legs slowly began to falter, resulting in him dropping one to hold onto your back instead. You heeded his pleas, snapping into him with newfound force. His nails dug into your back, trying to steady himself while you rocked him up on the bed. His cock yet again lay neglected on his stomach, slapping around in its small puddle of precum with each thrust. This time, though, you felt more merciful, dropping one of the hands propping you up to grab a firm hold of it.

"Fuck!" Yunho cried out, throwing his head back. His chest heaved up and down, trying to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure in two places at once. "Miss, I'm so close, please let me cum, please!"

"Is that so?" You asked back, stalling for time as he thrashed under you, desperately holding back his orgasm until you'd allow it. "Wanna find out about the surprise right now, then?"

Oh, that's right. Yunho'd forgotten all about it, too distracted by you rocking his world like you always do.

Quickly nodding his head, he could only muster a dumb "uh-huh" in response.

"Look down, then."

Eagerly, he complied, even lifting his head up a bit to see better. Just as he'd suspected, this was a completely new toy, looking nothing like the ones you'd used before. From the color and the way it filled him just a little differently, to the strange shape of its base. Speaking of which, he watched as you leaned back and reached your hand - one that wasn't tugging at his aching cock - down to said base, wrapping around it.

"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Yes, please let me!" He replied desperately, trying to push back against your hand and strap at the same time.

"Then cum with me."

For a split second, Yunho was confused again. What do you mean, together? Were you also about to cum, completely untouched? But you didn't seem anywhere near affected enough to just cum on the spot like that, so what could you possibly mean?

Yunho was about to ask just that, but then he felt it.

Watching you squeeze the base of the strap, Yunho felt a strange pressure inside him, a bit further than the actual strap itself reached. And then he felt it again. And again.

You were cumming inside of him.

For a small moment, Yunho thought he had died. There was simply no way he could ever recover from such an orgasm, not a chance. His vision disappeared for a moment, and so did his hearing. The only thing he could feel was overwhelming pressure in his core, exploding into the most intense orgasm of his life. His chest and stomach kept tensing and relaxing, making his breath hitch with every shake of his body. Electricity was coursing through his body, from his head all the way to his toes and back.

He had no idea how much time had passed when he finally registered your hand on his cheek, tapping him lightly in hopes of getting his attention.

"Yunho?"

He took another big gulp of air before finally replying, "...yeah?"

"Oh, thank god," you sighed out in relief. "I was beginning to think you'd passed out on me."

"Honestly? I might have," Yunho chuckled incredulously, still in awe of everything that had just happened. His eyes had finally refocused, letting him see the curious yet worried look on your face. You were still naked, though the harness around your hips was gone. Now that his head was clearer, he could also feel a towel under his butt. When did that get there?

"I think that was the hardest I've ever cum in my entire life. Thought I had ascended for a moment there."

You laughed at his dazed response, smacking his chest gently. "Good to know at least one of us was having fun! I was so worried I had hurt you somehow!"

Although you meant it as a joke, Yunho knew there was a bit more sincerity to it than you intended to show. Sighing softly, he beckoned you closer, only to then fully pull you into his arms, chest resting against his. He could feel the utter mess he'd made that was now smeared between you but decided to ignore it for now. That could wait until his brain worked at least semi-properly again. "Don't worry, babe, I'm completely fine. Just need a moment to calm down."

You hummed non-committally, still feeling a bit unsure after having your boyfriend turn unresponsive for like half a minute. "It was good, though, right?"

Yunho chuckled, jostling your body alongside his. "Love, I literally just told you I had the most insane orgasm of my life, how do you think you did?"

Sensing you were still unconvinced, he continued. "You were so amazing today, doing everything I've dreamed of and more, and then you top it all off with this? I'm quite literally the luckiest boyfriend alive. Seriously, you have no idea how much I loved today."

You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "Not really, I think you gave me more than enough evidence a few minutes ago. Evidence which should get cleaned up as soon as possible before we get even more sticky and gross, mind you."

"Oh, don't worry," Yunho grinned, holding you even tighter, "that's not up to you to decide anymore."

You stilled in his embrace, lifting your head up to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Look at the clock, love."

00:04.

Uh oh.

"So, now that our special day is over, how about you get up here and let me repay the favor, hm? I don't think I've had quite enough in your office this morning."

taglist: @justconniez @domribo @another-random-fanfic-blog @imrllytootiredforthis

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always very appreciated! <3

[aether-weather]

new pinned post!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

🌟hi!! my name's dex, but you can call me aether if you want! im an aroace genderfluid minor and beginner artist!!╰(*°▽°*)╯

🧠i use any pronouns, including neos, but if i have a specific set i'm using at the moment i'll put it in my description!! :]

🫀my current interests are: sonic, saiki k, tmnt, danny phantom, vocaloid, mlp, lego monkey kid, pokemon, monster high, and trolls!!

🫁my ask box is open unless i say it's not!! feel free to request a doodle, ask a question, or just say hi!!

🦷my art tags are #dex draws and #dex doodles !! i also have an alt art/spam account for non-sonic stuff here and an ao3 here :3c

🦴please DNI if you fit any of the criteria below:

👾 proshippers/tcesters/pedos

👽 transphobes/homophobes/terfs/radfems

🤖 racists/anti-semites/zionists

🦠 ableists/mysogynists

🦑 son\tails shippers/son\egg shippers/vec\pio shippers/anyone who ships illegal stuff

[ellecdc]

hii i've got a halloween request if ur up for it hehe

so basically there's this tell tale story of a board game where u solve a jigsaw puzzle and once u solve it, it looks like the room you're in including you in it. it's like cursed or paranormal or smth

what about this as humour or horror (up to u) with james or reggie or whichever u find best fit

love ya thanks for all ur pretty writings 🧸

-🩷

hahaha aaaah so spooky! this is my first time trying to write something like this, so hopefully I didn't completely botch it? but because it's Halloween, I wanted to give it a try! thanks for your request <3

Regulus Black x gn!reader who work on a puzzle together [700 words]

CW: cursed puzzle, spooky ending? but idk if it's actually spooky because I've never written anything spooky before

“What did you say this puzzle was supposed to be again?” Regulus asked as he scrutinised the edge pieces he’d accumulated.

“I didn’t.” You laughed. “I found the pieces in a ziplock bag, I have no idea what it’ll turn out to be.”

“It’s not very colourful.” He mused as he started matching pieces together, causing you to snort.

“‘It’s not very colourful’ he says. Reg, babe, I love you, but have you looked around your flat recently?” 

Regulus looked up at you before letting his eyes fall to the rest of his living room. The walls were the same colour they were when he moved in (i.e., sanitary white), and every piece of furniture he had was black (because they wouldn’t show dirt, amour). You had succeeded in convincing him to buy some art for the walls, but…they followed more or less the same colour pattern.

“It’s called minimalism, amour. It’s very trendy.” He sniffed.

“Of course.” You agreed with a smile. “My trendy boy.”

You laughed again as he flicked a piece at you, picking it up from the floor where it’d bounce off your jaw.

“You’re a minx.” 

“I’m your minx.” You corrected. He simply hummed in acknowledgement as the two of you continued your project. 

“Oh, I almost didn’t see this piece on your table,” you commented as you pushed the offending piece closer to Regulus for him to inspect, “it’s practically the same colour!”

Sure enough, Regulus’ brows furrowed as he pulled the piece closer to him. “Wow, that’s actually sort of freaky.”

“How’s that for a colour match, hm?” You chuckled as you took the piece back. “Next time Sirius accidentally knicks it with his astronomical number of bracelets, you can just bring this piece in as a paint sample.”

“There’s not going to be a next time because he’s not allowed over anymore.”

“Regulus.” You chided.

“Amour.” He volleyed quickly.

“Try again.”

He let out a long suffering sigh that you knew was mostly for show (though certainly not all for show). “We have a bowl at the front door that’s-”

“-there to keep his bracelets safe whilst he visits.” You finished along with him with a beaming smile. “That’s right.” 

“Tu as de la chance tu es si mignon.” He muttered under his breath as he continued the puzzle.

The two of you continued in relative silence until Regulus eventually broke it. “What did you say this puzzle was supposed to be?”

You went to laugh at his repeated question again before you felt your brows pinch in confusion. “I…didn’t… wait, Reg-” 

You pointed to a portion of the puzzle he’d finished whilst you weren’t paying attention. “That looks like the painting on your wall, over there.” 

His eyes darted behind you where you’d just gestured to confirm that the painting matched. 

“It even looks like the same wall.” You continued apprehensively. 

The two of you paused as you looked at the rest of the puzzle and the pieces each of you had in your hands.

Slowly - as if worried something was going to jump right out of the image should you startle it - you finished the puzzle that now showcased this very room that the two of you were sitting in…including each of you. 

The image was a perfect match, from the amount of light the windows were letting into Regulus’ living room as the sun began to set, the blanket you had thrown over your lap earlier but was now bunched up at the end of his sofa, the jumper Regulus had been wearing when the two of you were at the market that he laid across the back of the couch, and the outfits each of you were wearing. 

Neither of you made a sound as you both considered the image in front of you.

“Amour?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’d you say you found this puzzle?”

You let out a nervous chuckle as you rubbed the pads of your fingers and thumbs together. “Uhm…I found it on your bookshelf.”

He was quiet as he considered your response, eyes still glued to the finished puzzle.

“Amour?”

“Yeah?”

“Go put your shoes on.” 

Well, you certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

[angsthology]

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

the misadventures of being the only female f1 driver through the eyes of the grid’s renowned snoopy-loving kangaroo

mostly thank u to @sebscore and @disneyprincemuke for the idea of fem!driver on the grid (i love both of them by them please check it out)

anyway! these are mostly from random spurts of thought i have along with memories of my toddler self who wanted to be race car driver! (did not in fact become one btw. im somehow becoming a law student instead). i also try to not use any y/n (which so far i have succeeded in, hopefully, hehe) and psa, she is often implied as a non-european. (well more on how i write her cause i write what i know)

also, apologies in advance, this is going to have a LOT of projecting <3

talk to meee!!1! (or maybe request just whatever)

tag << everything rvstw (asks, brainrots, & more!!)

ABOUT THE DRIVER

☆ introduction

a little intro into our driver and the likes of her (hcs)

☆ re-intro

idk car stuff and some designs

☆ more

just random stuff about her

☆ behind the driver

behind every little gremlin is a group of tired adults

ROOKIE ERA (2022)

☆ the origin story

the journey of when what and whys of our driver

☆ the kangaroo!

the story of how she got the nickname “roo”

☆ the gig

she’s... in a band?

☆ the presence

roo has been acting a little too quiet and when the drivers take notice of it they had to ask

☆ the figure

it started as an accident, ended with family

☆ the dye

who told him this was a good idea?

☆ the m problem

so... we need to talk about roo?

OH, WELL, THE MORE YOU KNOW! (2023)

☆ the rise

lets get the year started, yeah?

☆ the button (–2024)

it went from that to this

NEW YEAR, NEW ME (2024)

☆ the shoot

welcome to 2024! who is this person...

☆ the streak

she is posessed by the demon (her real self)

HOLIDAY HURRAHS (from summer break to winter breaks)

☆ secret santa

the process of how the 2023 secret santa went

☆ beach day

spending the day at the beach with a large group of f1 drivers may seem like a good idea until you remember some of them are literal children

☆ beach day the sequel

the consequences of your actions and some more actions

PADDOCK ENCOUNTERS (misc & shorts)

☆ chilli-pepper

☆ sold

☆ teenagers and baseball gears

☆ roo vs. the cameraman

BEST OF ROO (the compilations)

☆ radio

☆ incorrect

SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS

☆ after the gig

☆ what’s your roman empire?

☆ there’s another side that you don’t know

☆ new year, new name, and a vacation dump

☆ into outer space

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

QUARTER-FINALS MATCH 2

Elliott propaganda:

“Just look at him. Pure hunk energy.”

“I will punch anyone who dislikes him. He’s like a fire emblem character in the modern day. He’s so flamboyant and handsome, he can play the piano and he’s best friends with the old fishing man!”

“dramatic writer man with sexy hair”

"Since I like elliott. I will state some reasons why I like him

Imagine if Mr. Darcy didn’t insult your family first time you met him, that’s Elliott. The man who’s basically the hallmark romance love interest. He’s a writer who moves to the small town in the country side to find inspiration for his writing. Then he finds the farmer.

He has a crab living in his pocket

He can play the piano (hopefully it isn’t the river flows in you however)

His fans sometimes hc him as a merman and that’s just a major plus IMO

He genre of the book he writes is dependent on what genre you say you like.

He also sends letters to you if you marry him

Okay and also some things I dislike

His liked gifts, the easiest one is pomegranates, which cost like 6000g to grow a tree if you don’t pick the fruit cave. I AM NOT GETTING SQUID INK IN YEAR ONE FOR YOU.

he might be British /j

The fact he has no kitchen but still likes food like lobster, like he is just a mystery. Lives in a cabin, with no kitchen, no washroom (okay no character has a washroom), but still likes the most fancy food out there and has luscious hair worthy of a L’Oréal ad.

Gifting him on rainy days when you don’t have two hearts"

Asra propaganda:

“He GIVES AWAY HALF HIS HEART TO REVIVE YOU okay but like. He's the MCs roommate and they were together for a few years before the MC caught a plague and died and he obsesses over a way to bring them back before succeeding by making a deal with a god to trade half his heart for MC and betraying the emperor. And then when MC comes back but without any of their memories, he takes care of them and teaches them how to live all over again and he never asks for anything in return. On all the routes where you don't choose him he's really supportive and helps you out despite your history and overall he's just really nice and supportive of the MC and is their rock no matter what route you go down. Also he has a pet snake named Faust and I love her she's so <33 

Idk I just appreciate him so much”

"He gave you half his HEART!! He would literally go to hell and back for you!! He wants to take you on adventures all around the world—doesn’t matter where, as long as he’s by your side!! AND he’s nonbinary!!!"

"He is so caring!! Anyone who says he is boring or his 'route' was boring is a LIAR or didn't really understand his character! He is such a sweet person

Asra propaganda on this poll doesn't even do him any justice!! He makes friends wherever he travels to , likes knitting for his familiar snake , is a sweetheart, WILL take care of you even in the lowest point of your life"

[inkynightmaresau]

ink demonth day 1: nostalgia

// did you know that i had this au before i had this blog? that i had another ask blog before now, back when i was like 14? yeah. awful times. anyways, i tried mimicking the way i drew hands back then, but idk if i succeeded. anyways, not only has bendy gotten shorter (and essentially blorbofied), he also went from being 29 or something to being 11. so um. sorry, man.

although, as much as i hate to admit it, that time in my life i did make a few friends. most of them have deactivated their blogs since, and i don't think i'll talk to em again. i have a lot of nostalgia for back then, but i'm glad to never return, as i'm now an adult. anyways, hopefully i'll be able to complete a bunch of ink demonth prompts this year, and maybe also get back on track with panels! hopefully! i'm getting there i promise!!!

-mod "wally" //

[luckykiwiii101]

https://www.tumblr.com/trynafindbarbiee/753249089223786496/i-wanna-manifest-for-youll?source=share

Hey! I just wanted to share that this blogger is doing paid service for void state...

Idk why but I feel like it's a scam (not that I will do but I have encountered some scammers who did this exact same thing like paid service for void state and it ended up in a bad way..) I just want everyone to be careful..

Idk if this blogger is genuine or actually trying to help but I felt like I wanted to share this to you so hopefully people can be more careful when it comes to paid service..

Thank you...

NOBODY and I mean NOBODY should be paying people to enter the void state for them, or even to coach them for manifesting.

NOBODY can enter the void for anyone. It’s YOUR assumptions that create YOUR reality. Nobody else’s assumptions create your reality. These people are scammers looking for money telling you that they’re going to enter the void state for you.

All those times that people have succeeded entering the void when bloggers “entered” it for them, was just their assumptions hardening into fact because they believed they would enter the void, so they did.

Don’t be used by people. (To everyone reading this)

Thank you for sharing this it really needed to be talked about.

Stop giving away your power to other people. Nobody can change your life apart from you.

[smuttyworks]

You're mine. - Mattheo Riddle Smut

oooooo im so obsessed with this mf.

warnings: shmut, idk im not good with warnings

summary: Reader and Mattheo have been secretly together and she wants more, but Mattheo is scared she will get hurt due to his standing. so reader uses Theodore to make Mattheo jealous and hopefully step up. (No Y/n)

-

“You won’t kiss me in public, you won’t hold my hand… you barely even acknowledge me outside of your dorm room.” You breathed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Mattheo shook his head, trying to block out his true feelings, not wanting you to realize why, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had.

You were good, too good for him, he worried every single day that you would get hurt due to him and his standings. People would see you as his weakness because you were. He couldn’t risk the one good thing in his life, the only good thing he could ever feel.

“I can’t do this, you should go.” He swallowed, brows furrowing at the hurt he was feeling, knowing he had to let you go for your own safety.

You covered your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping and stood from the bed, turning away from him and slamming his dorm room open and making your way out of the Slytherin common room and towards the girls’ dorms.

You burst through your dorm room and sat on the edge of the bed, tears now dripping down your chin and onto your white blouse. How could he do this? You two had been together for so long in private, he took your virginity, he taught you so much, you fell in love with the curly haired boy, and he couldn’t even love you in public…

You sobbed out as you gripped your blouse, feeling the pressure and pain in your chest. Anger soon took the place of sadness, and you decided to get him back. If he couldn’t love you in public, you would make sure he sure suffered.

-

You slipped on your black sheer pantyhose and pulled up your too short skirt you knew was the perfect one for tonight, and walked over to your closet in your black bra, trying to decide what shirt to wear.

It had been a few days since you last talked to Mattheo, and you did your best to avoid him at all costs, but it was hard seeing him in class, or sitting at the great hall table as he read his book, it was hard to not sit across from him as you usually did…

But you succeeded in avoiding him at all costs, and tonight’s Slytherin party in Hogsmeade was the perfect place to get back at him and show him what he was missing. You smirked to yourself as you pulled out the cute white cropped tank top, knowing it was one of his favourites, and pulled it over your head.

-

You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you sat on Theodore’s lap, giggling at the stupid joke he made. Theo’s hand ran up your waist as he eyed you up, “You look amazing tonight.” He smiled, his fingers grazing over your bare skin above the short black skirt you wore.

You leaned down as you played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck, “You look sexy out of your uniform,” you bit your lip, rubbing light circles on the soft skin of his neck, “but I think I’d like to see what you look like out of these clothes too.” 

Theodore laughed and pulled you closer, your bum now feeling his hard bulge against you. You turned your head slightly to eye up Mattheo, and your sight did not disappoint.

He sat across the room on one of the sofa chairs, his fingers angrily digging into the arm rests and his jaw tightly clenched, the view of him so angry made you feel powerful. He thought he could just hurt you and get out unscathed… 

“Take me upstairs, Theo.” You whispered in his ear, and that was enough for him to quickly lift you from his lap as he stood and pull you closely behind him. Theodore led you up the stairs towards an unoccupied room and shut the door behind the two of you.

As he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours, your mind thought about the boy you wished it was, Mattheo.

You pushed him against the wall and deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his hair and pressing your body into his, feeling his erection poke your hip. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned, grabbing your ass with both hands and pulling you closer.

You gave him a small smile and reached down between the both of you and pulling the hem of your white tank up and over your head, dropping it on the floor behind the two of you. Theodore’s eyes dropped to your black bra and he leaned down, pressing his lips to the skin of your cleavage. 

Your head fell back as you held him close by his neck, your eyes landing to the bedroom door, wondering if Mattheo even cared at all.

But your thoughts were cut short when you could feel Theo’s hands snake around your back, his fingers running over the clasp of your bra as his lips continued to explore your chest, inching closer and closer to the hem of your bra.

You sighed, and shook your head, this didn’t feel right. “Theo-“ you started, but you were cut off by the bedroom door bursting open. Theo held you close as you both turned to the door. “Get off of her now, Theodore.” He spat, clearly holding back his anger as he didn’t want to take it out on his best friend who had no idea what was going on in the first place.

“What the fuck, Mattheo?!” Theodore jumped, moving away from you. 

You sighed, “Just go, Theo.” He looked down at you and back at Mattheo before shaking his head.

“I knew it,” he rolled his eyes, slipping past you and walking out the door, to which Mattheo reached over and slammed the door shut, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him, “so you won’t claim me, and I can’t get with anyone else who doesn’t care to be seen with me in front of others?” you spat.

His eyes didn’t soften, he just continued to stare at you with complete anger. “That’s what you want? Someone to fuck you at a party where everyone else knows you’re getting fucked?” he laughed humourlessly.

You shook your head at him, “I want someone who isn’t ashamed to be seen with me!” you yelled, stepping closer to him.

“I have never been ashamed of you; don’t you think I want to hold your hand?!” Mattheo screamed, “Don’t you think I want to kiss you and not care who can see?” his hands cupped either side of your face, “I want to do all that, baby… but you know who I am, you are my only weakness and if the wrong people knew they would hurt you to hurt me.” He swallowed, his voice and stare softening.

“I don’t care about that, Mattheo, I love you and I want to be with you, we can’t spend our whole lives scared about what could happen and let that stop us from being happy.” You whispered, caressing his cheek softly.

His brows furrowed as if he was fighting his own battle in his head, and then he leaned down and crashed his lips desperately to yours. “I love you.” He breathed, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into him. “But if you ever do that again I will kill them.” He raised his brow.

You giggled and pressed your lips to his, reaching down and palming his dick through his clothes. You could feel him hardening quickly beneath your touch, and it excited you to be able to touch him outside either of your dorm rooms.

Mattheo pushed you against the wall and lifted you up, and you quickly wrapped your legs around his hips as his hands held you up by your bum. Moans escaped your lips as he pressed his erection against your core.

Mattheo’s kisses started to get sloppy as he got more and more turned on, and you couldn’t help how needy you were getting for him, all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. 

He seemed to have the same idea as you, as he pulled away and held you tightly as he walked to the bed, throwing you down roughly before ripping your pantyhose up your legs as well as ripping your thin thong panties apart and slipping them in his pocket.

You watched as he eyed up your half naked body with his lips slightly parted, “Beautiful.” He breathed, running his hands up your legs and creeping closer to your drenched cunt. You moaned when you felt his finger graze over your folds, his touch has always felt electric.

“I’ve always only wanted to be yours, Mattheo.” You breathed, reaching up and touching his hard chest over his black t-shirt. He smiled down at you softly and leaned over so he could press his lips to your chest, his arms slipping under your back and unclasping your bra, then he helped slip it off your arms.

“You’re mine.” He smirked, lifting your bare body, and placing you higher up on the bed, then inching his face between your legs, the torn pantyhose exposing your pussy. His eyes dropped to your core, and he licked his lips before running his wet warm tongue between your folds and circling your clit.

You moaned out, your hand reaching for his hair as he tasted your juices. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on you bringing stars to your eyes.

Mattheo’s hands held either side of your hips as he worked magic with his tongue. Your head flung back as you took in the situation before you… your Slytherin classmates all beneath the room you were in, the loud music couldn’t blare out your moans to whoever made their way up the stairs either looking for a bathroom or for another unoccupied room as you had found.

The adrenaline of knowing anyone of your friends could walk through those doors accidentally and see you with Mattheo turned you on more than you could have ever imagined. Mattheo wasn’t hiding you.

“You taste so fucking good, angel.” He breathed against your soaking core before pressing his tongue back onto your clit. You moaned his name as you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers.

“Mattheo,” you cried as he pushed two fingers inside of you, folding them to press on your g-spot. His fingers entering at a fast pace as he never missed your spot, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

His tongue swiped over your sensitive clit, your orgasm building hot in your body, and with one last flick of his dangerous tongue, he had you completely undoing beneath his heavenly touch.

You rode out the strong waves of pleasure with curse words and moans of his name falling from your lips for anyone to hear, and it only added to the arousal. 

When you felt like you could breathe properly again, you reached to him and roughly pulled him up to your body, his lips crashing down to yours as you tasted yourself on his lips, his wet cheeks pressing to yours as he held himself up with one arm and the other reached down between the two of you and he skillfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“Fuck me, Mattheo.” You begged, to which he pulled his jeans and boxer down enough to free his painfully hard dick and position himself at your soaking entrance. “Fuck me so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His brows furrowed and lips parted at how much your words turned him on. Mattheo watched you intensely as he pushed himself inside of you slowly. You cursed at the beautiful feeling you loved the most in this world, the feeling of him stretching you, something you’d never get use to due to his large size.

His face contorted in pleasure as he closed the space between the two of you, his dick fully inside of you as you cried out his name and he moaned yours. He started thrusting viciously as his moans filled your ears.

You were used to having to muffle your moans so no one would hear, Mattheo’s hand usually covering your mouth to keep you from screaming, so the fact that the two of you could enjoy each other’s moans without being worried about who might hear was one of the best feelings.

“You have me so close already, fuck.” He groaned, lifting his body up and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you up to him as he fucked you like that. His strong arms holding you up as he sinfully entered your body.

You pressed your lips to his neck, knowing exactly where his sweet spot was and licking the sensitive skin. He whimpered into your hair as you sucked on the soft skin of his neck, something you had always wanted to do, but you couldn’t leave marks on him before.

His thrusts got increasingly sloppier as you marked his skin, his grip on your body tightening as he thrusted hard deep inside you. “Mattheo!” you cried, your eyes squeezing shut as he took out everything on your body as his own.

With one last thrust he came completely undone, his face contorting in pleasure as he filled your cunt with his seed. 

He rode out his orgasm with his fingers digging tightly onto your body. “I’ve always wanted to hear your screams, baby.” He chuckled, kissing your jaw softly. “I hope they all heard it,” he smirked, “Especially Theodore.”

You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his shoulder, giggling at his stupidity. “I bet they all did.”

The two of you cleaned yourselves off as you both prepared to return to the party, excitement filling your body as you finally got to show him off as your own. Months of having to ignore girls gossip about how hot Mattheo was, you could finally shut everyone up.

His fingers interlocked with yours as you opened the bedroom door, instantly being met with Draco, Blaise, and Theo snickering at each other. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your giggles. “Shut up, idiots.” You joked, pushing on the blonde’s shoulder.

“You’re a lucky man, Riddle.” Theodore grinned, then returned to laughing with the other boys. Mattheo gave them the finger before pulling you down the stairs behind him. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you as he led you to a sofa, sitting down and pulling you down to sit on his lap.

[transmascutena]

i'm open to any type of analysis for rgu but i read this specific analysis about how anthy faked her suicide attempt to deceive utena according to akio's order and idk it didn't feel right to me. i think that was a truly genuine moment of vulnerability and hopelessness for anthy and through all of episode 38 she was so down and quiet... :( *sobs what do you think of this pov?

i've seen similar takes on that scene, and i agree with you in that i don't think that's true at all. it doesn't really make any sense, for one. like how does any of that benefit akio? why would this be part of his plan? this is the moment that leads to utena and anthy being the most honest with each other they've ever been, and their conversation on the rooftop is essential to their understanding of each other and to their escape, which is detrimental to akio's plans. i don't think anthy expected them to have that conversation, and if this was orchestrated by akio he wouldn't either, but i still fail to see what outcome he did expect if it was. no, this to me has always seemed like anthy acting on her own, because she genuinely doesn't know what else to do. it's caused by her own despair but is also a last ditch effort at protecting utena. she tells utena to let her go, and to leave ohtori after their conversation, which utena of course refuses. but i think the idea was that if utena failed at catching anthy, if anthy had succeeded at her suicide attempt, that it would make utena get out before it's too late. that if anthy was gone, utena would (hopefully) decide there was nothing left to stay for.

anthy knows what will happen in the final duel, that utena will either accept akio's proposal or die trying to fight him, and she of course doesn't want either of those things to happen to her. but it's still so hard for anthy to just tell her, and i'm sure she thinks utena still wouldn't understand, so this is the only way out she can imagine for both of them in that moment.

[loth-creatures]

So... how does Baylan become a wolf? In one post you said it was Sabine, but in another you said Sabine bit Shin who then got Baylan later on.Si which is it?

So originally Shin bit Baylan simply bc I hadn't yet committed to writing in the entire ahsoka series and didn't think about it much; that just seemed like a likely scenario.

But I decided on Sabine biting Baylan instead (she still also bites Shin first, on Seatos) when thinking about how she would attempt to escape and compromise the Sion, as well as developing Sabine and Baylan's dynamic more...I just so happen to have a substantial wall of text of ideas about the Sion's voyage sitting around if anyone is interested in that. It just needs some refinement.

ANYWAY, gory details below cut

Sabine makes her escape attempt a day or two before landing on Peridea. At this point, her and Shin are somewhat getting along and she's allowed her lightsaber for sparring. As soon as the opportunity arises she incapacitates Shin long enough to disappear into the walls Ezra style and spends the last 24 hours of the trip hiding deep in the guts of the ship and using the saber parts including the kyber to create a small bomb that can hopefully later be used to disable the Sion. Sacrificing the lightsaber almost breaks her heart again, and she is 100% banking on finding Ezra to pull this off, bc there's no way to detonate it without someone using the Force.

Once they've landed, she tries to get off the ship, and might have even succeeded if she didn't have to go back for her armor. She is then confronted by Baylan. He could have killed her using the Force the entire time but they didn't really want her corpse stuck somewhere hard to reach, so waited for her to make a move.

Idk why I got the idea but I've been imagining one of Baylan's Force talents as being really in tune with bodies, kind of like the heartrenders from Grishaverse, though not nearly on their level of percision.

He's been listening to Sabine's heartbeat since the moment she made a break for it. When he finds her, he squeezes her heart through the Force, crippling her. But before he crushes it, he makes the mistake of taking a moment to apologize for this, and the fact that she came this far only to never see Ezra again.

I mentioned before recently that Baylan knew of the Wolfwalkers from ancient stories in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and is lowkey a fan. He attempts to get on better terms with Sabine during the trip in part because of that. She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off but he still was hoping to not have to kill her.

In that moment of desperation, Sabine wolfs. It's like the moment in Wolfwalkers when Robyn's father becomes a wolf out of shear desperation to protect her.

Baylan wasn't aware that was a thing that could happen (spontaneous wolfing) and has about half a second to react before Wolfbine nails him. She misses his throat but crushes his shoulder and half his ribs in her jaws, fully intending to kill him. And she would have if WolfShin didn't show up just in time to intervene. And Shin would've ripped Sabine's throat out for reals, if Morgan and her soldiers didn't intervene just in time. Lucky for her they already contacted Thrawn and he wants her alive. Morgan, who watched Baylan leave to go kill her moments before getting Thrawn on the line is like 'Ahh. I'll see what I can do...'

Anyway, Baylan pulls through just barely, and is now a Wolfwalker as well, which he is actually very happy about. He hardly resents Sabine, even if he'll never be able to use that arm properly again and limps badly as a wolf. It is only fair, after all he tried to kill her first. Shin is the one Sabine will have to worry about seeking vengeance. Meanwhile Sabine is beating herself up even more for letting anyone affiliated with the Empire close to Lothal's secrets, though in the end neither Baylan nor Shin give a shit about the Empire.