#i just keep staring and wanting to keep rendering at the top left drawing

[spooky-activity]

women

[pyjamaart]

A looming presence... (A piece of fan art for Episode 11 of the Christmas Comeback Crisis)

Read more for an essay on all the memes and references ;)

So here it is. Finally. Only one month too late: This piece of CCC fan art I've worked on since the episode came out.

Sorry for the delay, but I just started at my new job this week and it's been a little stressful, so I didn't have much time to work on this. But now it's finally here!!! I gotta say, the hardest part by far was the background, lol. I didn't mean for it to escalate that much. At the end I was honestly running out of memes to draw.

I bet we can all agree that episode 11 of the Christmas Comeback Crisis was so worth the wait, right???? My god. Peak entertainment. I still can't believe I'm getting all this awesome lore and music for free, feels kinda criminal.

I'm so invested in this story, it's unreal. I can't wait to see how it will end. I can already tell it's gonna be pretty emotional. (And not to alarm anyone, but I have a slight feeling that the Voice is not gonna make it out of this story arc alive. I mean, after everything he's done, it's safe to say that he kinda deserves it. Of course I really don't want him to die, cause that would mean…….. Woodman would also have to die??? Otherwise the Voice will just keep coming back again and again because Woodman is keeping his memory alive…….. Oh man wait a moment….. I don't even want to think about that. Forget I said anything about this.)

Anyway, let's talk about this piece of art for a moment.

In the foreground, we have our brave protagonists. I really really like how Nozomi turned out, so I decided to make her my new icon from now on. Don't get me wrong, I love my old icon, but it's kinda zoomed out and you can't really make out any details when it's really small. So Nozomi it is. Meta Knights sword was shockingly difficult to draw, especially because I had to figure out how to draw it when he's holding it at an angle like that. Otherwise, drawing him was actually one of the easiest things about this whole thing. His design is really just two circles with some arms and armor. Figuring out how the circle tool in Gimp works has never felt this good. (Kinda crazy I can just draw him like this now, considering how obsessed with him I was when I was about 12-13 years old. Back then you had to download official renders of your favorite characters onto your computer, then print them out and hang them on your walls all around your room. Yeah I've always been like this.) Drawing Santa was really fun too, just his right hand was a little difficult. But that's just because I still can't draw hands in general. Maybe I should practice drawing hands more. (Naaaaaah I'm just kidding, I'll never do that.) Now that I'm looking at him again, he's also longingly staring at President Haltmann in the background. Doomed yaoi fr.

Speaking of the background, let's talk about that next. There's obviously the title-giving "looming presence" the Voice. I had his hands completely in the background at first, but I thought it looked cooler when they were hanging threateningly around Santa's shoulders. (You may ask yourself, 'man these hands look kinda alright for my usual hand drawing standards', and that is because I traced over pictures of my own hands. I love "cheating" at art.) I also gave him his stupid little bow tie and the colored buttons on his suit sleeves. Not only is that kinda my trademark for drawing him at this point, it's also supposed to show, that under all the threats and the evil villain persona, he's just kind of a loser. A real (male equivalent of a) girlfailure. That's why I made sure that half of the things shown in the background are there to make fun of him a little. I love the Voice dearly, but that's just what felt right.

And now let's get to the actual main course of this essay. I probably spent half the time working on this on the freaking background. I'm just gonna start in the top left corner and then go down each column and explain what each of these mean or what they reference. (Since there are some quite obscure ones in there.)

Let's start with the two ponies in the very top left. They're actually ponysonas of Nozomi Tojo (left) and Takane Shijou (right). Nozomi is an earth pony and has a tarot card as her cutie mark, specifically the ace of cups. Takane on the other hand is a unicorn and has some musical notes as her cutie mark, which you can't really see. I don't know enough about the Idolmaster to think of something more meaningful for her, sorry. ;)

Under that are Susie Haltmann and her father, President Haltmann. They were (after Woodman) the first characters I wanted to draw into the background. Susie has this black bar covering her face, since she was never really there to begin with. The whole story line with her father wanting to bring her back was actually so freaking sad. And when the Voice killed him in episode 11 and that image of Susie flashed on screen as the last thing he saw before he died….. Oof……… That's also why I drew that cursor looming next to her "window" about to click on the closing button. Haltmann himself is also the only character in the background to actually leave his little window, wanting to reach his daughter. He's also glaring at the Voice for causing him all of this grief and anger in the first place with his false promises.

Then there's…. ahem, "Hot robots in your area". With drawings of a random unnamed robot and Mettaton from Undertale. Which the Voice has apparently bookmarked. This is just a head canon, but I like to think he has a thing for robots, lol. ;)

Oh and on the left next to that on the very first column is Simpleflips' logo. Shoutouts to Simpleflips indeed.

Onto the next column. At the very top is Haruka Amami (also from the Idolmaster), who played a pretty huge role in the CCC, especially in the latest episode. That moment at the very end where she saved Grand Dad from certain death was just fantastic. Absolutely goated scene. She's kinda pressing her face against the window she's trapped in. I hope you can even see that from far away, haha.

Under that is one of the more obscure references. It's from a King for Another Day video, specifically one titled "The Hobart Hootenanny - SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day". It's a slideshow made of beautiful Hobart pictures. One that struck me personally the most was a little family picture of Hobart and the rapper Eminem, who was also a contestant in the KfAD tournament, looking lovingly over their son sitting in a cradle. Eminem is seen saying "Our son is beutiful". A truly touching photograph indeed. In that same slideshow is also another scene of Hobart together with the Voice, but we'll talk about that one later.

The next one is a reference to the CCC side story "I wanna thank me" and shows a pie chart with the election results that were discussed in that episode. Under the pie chart itself is a little box containing all the different parties and showing their respective percentages. On the left is a poster for the "Poké Poké Literature Party", showing Monika's head with the words "Just vote Monika" at the top of the poster. The words (and Misha.) are scribbled on the bottom, lest we forget that she's not running this party alone. This side story was first featured in the Christmas Comeback Crisis Watchalong in 2020, which was actually the first time I watched the CCC in its entirety. It all went downhill from there. ;)

Then there's the Voice's… thing? Object? Weird apparatus where no one really knows what it does or what its purpose is? Every time we see the Voice sitting in his office, this thing is sitting on his desk right next to him. There's been loads of jokes about its purpose. They've all been made before. I'm not going to repeat them. Only the Voice himself truly knows what this thing does. Probably. Could just be a decorative piece of art.

Then we have something veeeery self indulgent on the next column. It's Aquaman from Megaman 8 (With a not so subtle skull right next to him). You should all know by now that I'm the founding father of the Aquawood ship. And I also have the head canon that Woodman and the Voice are very divorced. Interpret into this whatever you want.

Next to Aquaman is the internets' favorite panel from the web comic Tails Gets Trolled. I fucking love that comic. If you haven't read it in its entirety, I highly recommend doing it. (Though be warned that it contains some pretty heavy topics, many many slurs and a plethora of gore.) Okay, maybe I don't recommend reading it. (Just read it with all of that in mind.)

Under that is a personal favorite joke of mine. It's supposed to be Spotify, with a playlist open that I created some time ago. I called it "Die Pizza Playlist" (Remember that die in German is just "the") which I always listen to when I'm baking my own pizza. Highlights include "Pizza" by Antilopen Gang, "Pizza Heroes" by Lemon Demon (You can actually see the album art for Spirit Phone on the left of the playlist.), "Pizza Pizza Pizza" from the Ratatouille musical and so on and so on. The first song in the playlist is obviously "We like pizza" by the Pizza kids, which is even playing in the image. On the side are two more music artists, at the bottom is the image for the Veggie Tales soundtrack, which also featured a song called "Pizza Angel". And over that is Mitski. I just feel like the Voice would listen to her music. Do not question me on this.

The audience laughs at the funny 7.

On the Voice's left shoulder sits a single green bean. It's flashing you a cheeky grin and a peace sign. While I didn't intend for this to happen, I accidentally referenced my own Woodman birthday gallery art from two years ago, where the bean also sits atop the Voice's shoulder. I know that next to "Yankin'", the bean is one of the most hated memes on SiIva, but I think he's just a silly little guy! :D

Let's head on over to the next column. Seems like the Voice has an incoming call from one of his guards, but he's ignoring it as he has more important things to do, like hovering intimidatingly over Santa Claus.

Next to that window on the right are the Voice's messages. I almost wrote "messanges". That would have been embarrassing, thank god I caught that in time. This is also (yet again) a little self indulgent, since the Voice apparently has the last message he sent Woodman pinned to the very top of his messenger app. His big triangular head is blocking most of it, but since I'm the artist, I can tell you exactly what it says: "Please call me back", which was sent on February 1st 2023, the day "The Disappearance of Woodman" was released. Yeah, I'm still very upset, how could you tell? :( Under that is a message to his trusty pizza guy asking for a pizza with extra cheese.

Next we have two of my favorite memes on the SiIvagunner channel (My absolute favorite being "Funny budots", since I never wrote that down anywhere.), one being Frisk Undertale becoming uncanny and the other one being the goat. I don't really know how to describe the goat, but apparently it was crafted by the same artist who made the stoned fox that's also very popular online?? I may just be stupid, but I didn't know about that until I looked up a reference for the goat. Since it often appears alongside Undertale and Deltarune, many have made the assumption that this is what Asriel would look like in real life. That's why Flowey is there next to it with an equal sign. Whoever drew up that calculation wasn't really sure of their work, which is why they drew a question mark right next to it. Between Frisk and the goat is a little Soul, also from Undertale/Deltarune.

Onto the next column, where I'm dropping very subtle hints that a specific character in this image might like pizza. Or might even be a little obsessed with it. On the left is a list with the contact details of three well known pizza chains, on the very top is Sonic the Hedgehog who just recently became a brand ambassador for Totino's and on the bottom right of this section is a flyer for some kind of pizza sale.

The next window contains my favorite joke of any rip on the entire SiIvaGunner Youtube Channel. "Peepoona 5. Let us shart the pants." Just typing this out is making me die of laughter yet again. (The rip in question is "Our Beginning - Persona 5".) But as you all know, I am very into toilet humor. That's why Aquaman is one of my favorite robot masters. And why I'm such a big fan of Youtube Poop. And why I watch Minion fart gun religiously. But enough of that, you get what I'm trying to say. I love funny poop jokes. That's why this is here.

Oh man. This next one is why I wanted to write this very detailed essay in the first place. A reference so obscure, even I can't find its origin anymore. And believe me, I tried. Thankfully, I took a screenshot of the original comment thread this was based on. A user called "The New Guy" commented on a SiIvaGunner rip, something along the lines about how much they enjoyed this specific rip. At the time, the comment had 920 likes, so I'm guessing it must have been a pretty popular video. (The comment should also be about 4 years old now?) Anyway, under that comment, someone asks them what their profile picture was from. They simply answered "wagon", since that was exactly what their profile picture showed. Someone on the SiIvaGunner team must have found this exchange so funny that they commented "wagon" as well. And that's the origin of this joke. If anyone knows which rip this is from pleeeeaaaase tell me. I need to know.

I don't think I need to explain who the next guy is. Just the love of my life. I specifically drew Woodman in his getup from the Nuclear Winter Festival, since that was the last time he appeared on the channel. He's looking kinda concerned in the general direction of the viewer, for obvious reasons. And right under him is his trademarked >:] emoji.

And last but certainly not least, the final column! Now I finally get to talk about this other scene from the Hobart Hootenanny. It shows Hobart and the Voice having a romantic stroll at a beautiful beach, while the sun is slowly setting in the background, making the water shimmer with its breathtaking colors. Okay, the last thing didn't really happen, since it's a shitty MS Paint drawing, but I like to imagine it did. Maybe I should draw a remake of this image one day. Now I'd like to quote the video in question: "A man and Hobart were walking together on the beach. He looked back and saw that in his times of sadness and need, there was only one set of footprints. He asked Hobart why he would leave him in his time of most need. Hobart simply turned to the man and said, VVVVVRRRRR SRRRRR RRRRGGGHHHH--" (Thank you SiIva Wiki for the transcription.) Now I don't think I need to explain why I drew Hobart in a bikini top and fishnets. The question answers itself.

The next image is actually quite easy to explain. It's mm5charge and smol Maki. In another universe, Chargeman and Maki might have been integral to the SiIvaGunner lore. This specific image is just stolen from my piece of fan art called "Megaman 5 Brainrot (featuring Acidman)", which I posted in 2022. I still head canon that Megaman and Love Live take place in the same universe. Just because I think it's funny. And because I want to see funny robot masters interact with the girlies from Love Live. How do I explain this? It's like…. balancing out the world? The robot masters are almost all male (with a few exceptions) and the characters shown in Love Live are all female. How would Thanos say? "Perfectly balanced, as all things should be." Don't question my cool head canons, okay?

After that we have a poster featuring the Jazz Cats! I really really love the little animations that showed their backstory when KfAD2 first came out. I don't know if it's okay for me to say this, but I also really really enjoy the song "But Not You" written (in universe) by Doge and Naxx. The text is veeeeeeery questionable, but man, does it sound good regardless… And shoutouts to wolfman1405 for the heavenly vocals.

On the right of that is a missing poster for Wade L.D.. Nothing much to explain here I guess.

Left of that is the Voices shopping list, which lists flour, oil, yeast… Wait a minute…. All of these are ingredients for pizza dough! Guys, I'm beginning to think that this guy might like pizza.

On the very bottom of this column is Mario 7 Grand Dad himself, who has his hostile gaze directed at the Voice. I would be pissed off too if someone kept me locked in a glass tube for 7 years.

The last little window just shows the Vineshroom with the words "fecal funny" written under it.

And with that, it is done. The entire background thoroughly explained. (I may have gone a little overboard this time.)

It's been a while since I posted new art, huh? In the meantime, a lot has happened. As I said before, I started a new job, got a tattoo of Woodman on my leg (best idea I've ever had btw) and I also started watching MLP, which explains the Love Live / Idolmaster ponysonas, lol.

And that's all I wanted to say. I hope that the next piece of art isn't that far off. Jenny out. (I think this might have been the longest essay I've ever written here. I'm so sorry. By which I mean, I'm not sorry at all. I'm not forcing anyone to read this.)

[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

college!bucky x reader

summary: bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

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Bucky’s room is at the end of the hall. It’s decorated simply—white rug in the center of the floor, a desk sharing a wall with the door, a few posters littering the walls, a dresser across from the bed in the corner of the room. His bed frame is metal and cheap; flimsy, to say the least. He holds onto it while he fucks you—arm outstretched above your head, trying desperately to keep it from slamming against the wall and using the leverage it gives him to pound into you harder.

His friends’ rooms are both attached to his, with their common wall being the front one that the door is on. Sam and Steve have gotten used to banging on the walls of their bedroom in protest of the loud sex happening on the other side, or even sitting in the hallway and knocking on the door. Of course, this means nothing to Bucky, who could probably ignore a category seven earthquake in order to finish. He’s nothing if not thorough.

He tries to be considerate. He plays music loudly—something with lots of bass, to drown out at least a little bit of the sound—but it renders itself useless in between every song, when both of the guys can hear every sound the two of you make. Good sleep is a lost cause in apartment 4B.

Arriving home from a double date with your roommate, you let your jacket—Bucky’s, actually—fall from your shoulders, and you catch it in your hands to hang it up by the door. You kick off your shoes, run your fingers through your hair, find your boyfriend who scurried away to the kitchen, plant a kiss on his lips.

“That was fun.” You say, running your hands up his chest, remembering how he kissed you in the cab on the way here. He smiles and leans on the counter with the heels of his palms, with you in between his arms, in front of his chest.

His lips find yours, and you cup his cheeks in your hands, accepting the tongue that he runs along your lower lip. He tastes like the red wine that he had with his dinner and smells like the expensive cologne that you gifted him last Christmas.

“I don’t think the guys are home.” He says against your mouth, and you smile, breaking the kiss and practically running down the hallway.

He follows you to his bedroom, his hand making contact with your ass, leaving it stinging while you twist the knob and push the door open. He beats you to the bed, sitting on the edge with his legs open, waiting for you to climb onto his lap. You straddle him, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his lips attach to your neck, delivering wet, hot kisses to your throat and collarbones. He runs his hands over your body—along your shoulder blades, down your spine, across your lower back—appreciating the figure-hugging black minidress that you’re wearing.

You lean forward to push him onto his back, catching yourself on your hands, which are positioned on either side of his head. You grind against his lap and he flips you onto your back in response, rolling his hips into yours.

You kiss like pornstars, swapping saliva between your mouths through tongues and clashing teeth, sucking and biting at plush lips. With his hips between your thighs, your dress inches further up your legs, making your red thong visible.

Your hands are free, and you use this opportunity to pull his shirt out of his pants and unbutton it until it’s open. The two sides hang down, exposing the top of his prosthetic arm and the outrageously defined muscles of his torso.

“Bucky.” You breathe, lips wetly separating from his.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Just want you.”

He chuckles teasingly, nudging your chin upwards with his nose and kissing down to your chest. You arch your back into him, pushing your fingers into the hair at the base of his head.

The room is dark, except for the animated screensaver of the open laptop of his desk and the moonlight that pours through the blinds perfectly, casting rigid bars of light across the wall opposite the bed. You reach to the nightstand beside you, pulling the cord on the lamp and wincing when it turns on as you’re staring at the bulb.

He pulls away and gathers himself, licking his lips and pushing hair from his forehead while he catches his breath. He looks up at you and smiles sweetly, kissing your cheek before standing from the bed and unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his slacks, pulling the zipper down, shoving them past his thighs. His belt hits the floor with a jingle and he steps out of the pants that are now pooled around his ankles. Dark gray briefs are revealed, and you appreciate how nicely they cling to his legs and ass. You remember an earlier comment from him about “fancy underwear,” and you giggle to yourself when you realize that this is what he was talking about.

“What’s funny?”

“‘Fancy underwear.’” You repeat to him, and he cracks a smile before he steps over to you to get back to business.

Instead of removing your dress, he pushes it up past your hips, harshly pulling your panties down and out of his way. He kneels in front of you and kisses your inner thighs, moving up to your pussy, ghosting over it with his lips for a moment before pressing a delicate kiss to your clit, his eyes trained on yours. His gaze remains unwavering when he licks a stripe up your entire pussy. His tongue pushes between your folds and applies pressure to your sensitive bud, and you both moan—you at the sensation and him at the taste.

“Buck.” You whine. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He sighs, disappointed that he can’t eat you out. Not that he isn’t excited to fuck you.

He stands and steps out of his underwear, tossing them behind his right shoulder. His cock stands against his stomach, seemingly thrilled to be freed from its fabric prison. You can’t take your eyes off of it—pretty and pink, fairly long and definitely thick enough.

He spreads his large hand over your lower stomach and lets his thumb hover over your bundle of nerves, keeping it still, for now. He gives his cock a few pumps, holding it just below the head to line it up with your entrance. He looks at you while he pushes in, because he loves the way that your eyes squeeze shut and your hips wiggle to get more comfortable with his intrusion.

He chews on his bottom lip, waiting until you stop clenching and fluttering around him before he moves. When he does, you reach to the hand on your stomach and hold his wrist tightly. He uses his other hand to put your right leg over his left shoulder, the cold metal of his mechanical hand at variance with your hot skin. You take the initiative to put your other leg up on your own.

His movements are less of a rhythmic roll and more of a pistoning in and out of you, giving you what you begged him for only a moment ago. At first, the thrusts are shallow, but after about a minute he can’t help himself anymore. With every jerk of his hips, his cock slams against a spot inside of you that only he has ever reached—although you’d never tell him that, because you’re too proud to admit that he can make you feel better than you ever could yourself.

When you let go of his wrist, he withdraws his hand, licking his thumb before putting it back where it was and putting it to use. He draws small circles into your clit, just like you taught him to do when you first started dating. You buck your hips up and it makes him smile, and you want to smack that look off of his face. You hate that he knows exactly how good he makes you feel.

You tighten around him when you study his concentrated face—how his brows furrow and he licks his lips.

“Feel good?”

“Yes.” Your voice is strained by desire.

“Good.” He mumbles, and starts to put a little more behind every thrust. He pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in, and the slapping noises that your skin makes upon contact with him is obscene. The bed frame squeaks as it rocks, and it hits the wall over and over again, at a moderate-but-still-annoying volume.

Loud knocking on the closed door startles you, but doesn’t phase Bucky.

“What?” He asks, not stopping, or even so much as looking in the direction of the interruption at the door.

Sam’s raised voice is on the other side. “At least put on the music, man. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. Go away.” Bucky replies. Footsteps descend and a door closes. Bucky pauses his movements, clearly annoyed, to lean over and fish his phone out of the pocket of the pants that he let fall to the floor earlier. He thanks God for Bluetooth when it automatically connects to the speaker that lives on his desk, and all he has to do is press play. He tosses the phone onto the mattress, lets it bounce behind your head, and picks up where he left off.

The music is loud enough to drown out the squeaking and the slapping, but definitely not the bed hitting the wall. You can’t bring yourself to care, because the circles against your clit are growing bigger and faster, and your eyes are rolling back into your head.

“Fu-u-uck.” You moan, syllables choppy from the way that you’re being fucked.

“You’re so hot.” He mutters, letting a breathy moan slip out after his words.

Something hits the part of the wall that Steve’s room is behind, and you both can hear shouting. “Shut up!”

Neither of you respond.

A familiar feeling pools in your lower stomach, tightening and threatening to spill. “I’m so close, Buck.”

You tense around him, squeezing his cock and surely bringing him close, too. He pulls out suddenly, but quickly replaces his dick with two of his fingers, curling them against the upper wall of the inside of your pussy. It shoves you violently over the edge, and you cum with a moan that rips through your chest and leaves your throat burning. His fingers continue to move through your orgasm and he watches your legs tremble, kissing your calves that are still rested beside his head.

“You good?”

You only nod.

“We’re being too loud on the bed. Get on the floor.” He orders, and you breathe through your nose, exhaling through your mouth before you stand on wobbly legs. Before you lower yourself to the floor, covered by his pristinely clean, white rug, he clarifies, “Hands and knees.”

The bass of the music booms through your chest, reverberates through your bones, echoes through your head. You feel him kneel behind you, putting one foot onto the floor for balance. You wish you could see him right now—shirt open, sweaty chest heaving, cock standing at attention, ready to fuck you to completion for the second time. He tilts his head down and you can hear him spit onto his dick before shoving it back into you, exercising no restraint.

Your head bows between your shoulders, and you try not to be too loud, because Sam and Steve hardly ever let you hear the end of it when you do, but Bucky’s making it extremely difficult. He’s taking what he wants now, since he’s already made you cum.

His hands hold your hips like they’re handles, yanking your body backwards onto his cock at the same time that he’s ramming into you. His breathing is heavy, and you close your eyes to picture his face right now. A piece of hair over his forehead, fallen from the gelled mass atop his head, jaw tight, abs tensing. That’s what he usually looks like, anyway, when he’s fucking you into oblivion. It’s an image that’s forever burned behind your eyelids.

His hips are moving bruisingly fast, bringing you closer to another orgasm. It’s actually more like you’re being dragged behind a pick-up truck that’s approaching a cliff and is showing no signs of stopping.

It takes only a hard clench to throw off his rhythm and have him cumming inside of you, scrambling to blindly locate your clit with only his fingertips so that you can finish together. He rolls it between his fingers, rubs haphazardly, and gets lucky when you cry out that you’re there again.

“Bucky! Oh, fuck!” Your knees sting from the rug beneath them, and your hands make a fist around the strings between your fingers. “Oh my God.”

He pulls out slowly, kissing down your spine while his warm seed spills out of you, trickling down your leg.

You lay on your back on the floor, much too tired to stand, and watch him pull his briefs back up, on a mission to dampen a face cloth to wipe you down with. He comes back with one, and wipes the cum from your legs and pussy, leaving small kisses in the wake of the warm water that refreshes you.

He gives a final kiss to your lower stomach before he tosses the cloth in the direction of his hamper. He lays beside you on the floor, taking your face in his metal hand and pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks and forehead and chin.

It's silent for a moment, before he decides, "I need to invest in a sturdier bed."

[pivsketch]

👍👍👍

timelapse and artist rambling under the cut, cuz why not:

hardest part? probably just drawing a group photo in the first place augh!! but actually: probably trying to give them all semi-regular lookin' facial expressions while still keeping it true to their character, lol. trent's wide-eyed but somewhat blank stare, orange looking bored/blase but not overly annoyed, and chuck's always toeing the line right in-between "genuine smile" and "awkward grimace". theyre my faves so i gotta get it right, ya know. i shouldve made chuck's smile like 5% more weird tho i chickened out

couldnt get orange's left hand to not look weird which is why i cropped it the heck out. also didnt want to expand my canvas to fit the ref photo because it would've messed with the composition of the timelapse, which is why i was shuffling it around so awkwardly. i could've just opened it in another window, but i wanted you to witness my struggles. just so you know i usually draw in a tiny portion of a giant canvas, which makes exporting timelapses suuuuuckkkkk because it just looks like really tiny squiggles in a corner! terrible viewing experience!!! i didnt even start at the beginning for this one! i forgot!!

i wanted to color this, but i already spent too long on it, and i dont think its set up in a good way for coloring either. real mess of layers and values. maybe i'd split off the shadows and the highlights into two separate layers...? or just try and gradient map my way through it all? i could just take the easy way out and set the grayscale to a multiply layer and start draping overlay layers on top, but i'd basically be throwin' away all my value work in the process. this is the problem when you dont plan or expect to get color involved u_u i didnt segment everything off into specific kinds of layers to prepare for it.

i'll get around to it eventually though. their tiedye gear looks like a real pain in the ass to paint/render and i love me a good artistic challenge

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy ��� that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[gumisgirl]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, somnophilia

Whereby Gojo knows just how to wake you up

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your white haired boyfriend comes home early for once, excited to see you. He's almost giddy with excitement from having some free time to himself, which he plans on spending with you.

When he slips into your dorm room he stops himself from calling out y/n when he sees your curled form slumped on the sofa. You look ethereal even in slumber, in a just a tank top and shorts, hand still clutching your phone against your chest.

Seeing you so peaceful, so comfortable after months of coaxing you out of your shell, is enough to make his chest tighten.

You were so apprehensive and unamused by Gojo's advances towards you ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech, his fuckboy tendencies evident from miles away.

You eventually became good friends, bickering and mirroring his playful nature, but you seemed otherwise immune to any of his charm.

And to the strongest, cockiest Jujutsu sorcerer around, he just couldn't understand why. Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right, but you only saw him as your sensei and now friend.

Only when Satoru finally stopped trying so hard n actually got to know your tough but shy self, did you open up to him. And he's basked in the warmth and joy ever since.

But seeing you like this, fuck, it ruined him.

He walked over to you slowly, careful not to wake you, as he took you in. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the  windows, making you look so heavenly and fragile at the same time.

"Fuck", Gojo gasps as he notices your nipples hard and poking through the light material of your top. He can feel his pants getting tighter as he thinks of all the abominable things he wants to do to you.

He can't help himself, so pulls down the front of your top, one breast popping out, and then the other.

You stir in your sleep from the sudden cold, but Gojo immediately cups both your boobs, drawing circles around your buds with his thumbs. He kneels before you to take one nipple in his mouth, licking it and swirling his tongue around it so sweetly.

Soon he's pulling your shorts off, pushing your panties to the side to find your hot core already wet. He slides a finger between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and the scent of your arousal hitting him, making him growl with desire.

He spreads your lips wide and makes one broad stroke all the up your pussy, his hot mouth on you finally stirring you from slumber.

"Mhmm?" you mumble something, trying to shake off your sleep, feeling exposed and wondering why.

"Hey sleepyhead", a white tuft of hair mumbles from between your legs, right before dipping his tongue all the way inside you, not giving you a chance to reply as you grab onto his hair to support yourself.

You can feel him smirk against you, humming low and making you feel the vibrations all through your core. You bite your lip to keep from screaming, pulling his hair back so he can look at you.

"What a way to be woken up." you muse, your smile drunken from just waking up and the state he has you in.

"It's not my fault you were looking so delectable, like you just wanted me to ruin you right here." He punctuates his statement by sucking your nub, making your hips buck against his mouth, but he let's go too soon with a pop! sound.

You fight the urge to cover your breasts and cunt, feeling so exposed, yet also exhilarated, heart racing at the way you were on display for him.

"Missed me much?" you tease, running your hands through his hair, enjoying the sight of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer between your thighs, his lips slick with your juices.

Gojo reaches up to grab your titties, pulling and pinching at your nipples, all your thoughts flying out the window. He sucks hickeys all along your inner thighs, loving to mark you as his territory. Not that you mind though.

He slid his tongue back inside you, hooking it upward to press on the bundle of nerves that make you come undone, squeezing his face together with your thighs but that doesn't stop his deft tongue from licking you over and over and over again, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, as you practically ride his face now.

"Yes, fuck yees!" your panting as you fuck yourself with his face. Gojo squeezes your boobs together to hold the with one hand as he brings the other one circle your nub.

You start clenching around his tongue, making him moan into your cunt, pushing you over the edge, Satoru's tongue working you through your high.

You chuckle when you finally compose yourself, pulling Gojo up for a deep, wanting kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and groaning, as he puts his full weight on you, crushing you and feeling his hard length flush against lips.

"Well hello there", you smirk up at him, staring into the endless pool of his eyes.

"Hello Princess", he shoots right back at you. "I missed you", he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relaxing.

It's amusing how much of a baby this renowned bad boy could be when it's just the two of you. His jokes and innuendos are always present, and your sarcastic nature enjoys the constant back and forth.

But moments like this where he drops his walls and is so soft with you are so precious to you.

Your brought our of your trance when Gojo ruts against you, his length hitting your clit just right, a startled moan escaping you lips.

"What're you thinking about Angel?" He asks as his hand wraps around your neck, gripping the sides and applying pressure.

"You filling me up to the balls", you say in the most innocent voice, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip around your neck tightens, making you gasp as he smashes your lips together, kissing you so passionately your head feels light.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You help him pull them off, his length springing out and hitting his stomach, already glistening with precum. The sight of his pretty, thick cock makes you salivate, wanting to taste him, already imagining how the slight upward curve will feel when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

He spreads you're legs apart for him, one leg on the back of the couch as he grabs his shaft and lines it up with your heat. He rubs the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and slapping it against your clit to make you jump.

"Gojo I need y-", your cut off by him fully bottoming out in you in one stroke. You both gasp at the tight fit, feeling yourself try to adjust to his girth inside you.

He stays still for a while, watching you squirm and fidget underneath him, frustration building inside you.

"Please", you beg, he immediately snaps his hips forward, thrusting in you hard and fast, pulling all the way out before sinking back in into your needy core.

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, nails digging into him as he leans forward to nibble on your earlobe and bite more lovebites on your neck.

You feel high on him, surrounded by him, bodies flush against each other, nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust. One hand presses down on your stomach, the other kneading and spanking your ass making you tighten around him.

"You're such a good little brat", he spits at you, "Always so willing and ready to take my cock, practically begging for it."

You feel your pulse race, breathe hitching as he continues to edge you on.

"You like to tease me don't you? Sleeping on the couch with your tits half out, where anyone could walk in and see you."

He says this with a sharp roll of his hips, this angle ensuring he hits your sweet spot with every stroke, rendering your brain pudding.

"You jealous?" you barely manage to retort, his pace never slowing.

"You don't want anyone else to see me like this? Wet and spent and so inviting?" you push.

Gojo practically growls at the thought, imagining anyone else walking into your dorm room and finding you splayed out the way you were for him. He almost ripped the chair with how tight he was gripping it, fucking you even deeper into the cushions.

He grabs both your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, the other putting one leg over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he starts fucking you so agonizingly slow, your walls clinging to him, and your breasts bouncing every time he pulls out and slams back in.

"Why would I be jealous babygirl? Anyone that even looks at you wrong is as good as dead." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"Now be a good girl and come for me." And that's all you needed, to spiral into oblivion, your pussy sucking and clinging to his length as he fucks you through your high. You can feel him throbbing inside you, veins so prominent against your walls. You squeeze him so hard you can feel as grunts inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

"You're mine!" He growls as he fills you with his warm cum, choking you so hard you cunt clenches tight around him, making him groan.

"You- yours- only yours," you pant as you climax together. He stays inside you, not moving as your walls flutter around him, watching how your torn apart you look underneath him.

Your face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and bruised from all the nibbling and sucking at each other. It's a sin to look as good as you do and you can feel him getting hard again inside you.

"Satoru-!" you gasp as he suddenly flips you, so that you're now on top of him sitted in his lap, his dick never leaving your cunt.

Your face heats up as you feel the juices dripping down your thighs, Gojo's face now planted firmly in between your breasts.

"You didn't really think I was done with you so easily, did you Angel?" He smirks, his piercing blue eyes gazing right into your soul.

"Someone might hear us, or walk in", you stutter.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Of course you weren't.

"Would you even care if someone saw us? Would you want me to stop?" He asks, as he plays with your nipples, his dick so full inside you you can barely think straight.

He knows your answer, of course he does. You were such a slut for him, underneath that sweet façade, your libido matching his, which is a lot to say the least.

It makes you even more wet, imagining someone, like Megumi, walking in on you going absolutely crazy for Sensei's dick. You don't even stop riding him, watching as Fushiguro goes red at the sight of Gojo's dick slipping in and out of you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Running out of the room flustered as you cum all over his length.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He starts to fuck upwards into you, gripping your ass hard, slamming into you over and over as he leads you towards your nth orgasm within the last hour.

"You want everyone to know you're mine don't you? To see you come undone by my sweet loving?"

His filthy words making your core clench, squeeze him hard, more so because they were true.

"You're such a fucking whore, let them know then, let them hear how good I make you feel." And you couldn't help it anymore, moaning and panting as he increased his pace with every thrust.

He latched onto your titties, squeezing them together and sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. You grabbed his fair locks n met his thrusts, your movements becoming erratic as you got closer to your end.

"Toru! Toru! Pl- pleease-!" Gojo held you in place and pounded you hard, the squelching and slapping of his balls against your ass sounding so vulgar and erotic as you clawed at his back and held on for dear life.

His teeth grazed your nipples and that was all you needed to see stars, the overstimulation too much to bare as you squirted all over his abdomen, milking him as he hit the back of your cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Angel, you look so hot when you're cumming all over my dick", he grunts, and he's right there with you, emptying his load so deep inside you you're dizzy with euphoria.

"So, you want a milkshake?"

The lustful glint in his eye replaced with such tenderness and affection as he peppered your face with kisses. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your weekend.

"Only if you carry me."

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Broken Trust, pt.4

Part one // Part two // Part three  

Summary: Time passes, but certain things don’t change. In light of their emotions, both make a choice that will inevitably lead them to one another - for better or worse.

Warnings: angst (my apologies), fluff sprinkled on top

a/n - It’s likely the last one before the finale, so settle in and get some tissues.

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Y/N swore she’ll never be so stupid, so naïve, so helpless ever again when she  left the orphanage. She swore she’d be stronger, for herself and Mal, yet she found herself in the very same position.

Mal returned to her side, alive unlike what she believed. In a way, Aleksander couldn’t take away the one person she had left and a small part of her loved him more because of it. Mal wrapped his arms around her, aware nothing he says would do them any good as she began to cry. She didn’t want to, she didn’t want anyone to see her weakness for the man she’s supposed to hate. She couldn’t help it, though. She felt utterly alone and helpless. She felt like her mind and heart are breaking into two – one meant to love Aleksander and the other meant for hate.

Her screams echoed long into the night, filled with raging despair and the sorrowful betrayal she had been a victim of. After all, it’s those we love who hurt us most and she didn’t break quietly. It felt like every atom of her being screamed in unison, traumatized by all the things she kept inside since she was a child. She thought she was safe with Aleksander, that she could entrust her heart and soul to him. And she could, but she’d have to sacrifice who she is in return and she caught herself wishing she could. Y/N wished she could shed that part of herself that saw the world as black and white, to see it in the same shade of grey Aleksander did, but she couldn’t.

When the wracking sobs passed, she cried in such a desolate way that Mal couldn’t bear to listen for long.

“We need to go”, Mal whispered, looking around anxiously. They’ve stayed for too long, her cries have been too loud. He could feel it in his bones, if they didn’t leave, something sinister would happen. “Please, Y/N.”

Mal attempts to help her up, but she sinks to her knees. Her entire body is trembling, inconsolable. Y/N found herself robbed of her ability to love and trust, not only others but herself for her heart had lied to her mind who trusted the muscle blindly. It’s much more painful than a simple betrayal – she would have taken a dagger to the heart much kinder than what he had done to her.

And she hated him with burning passion for leaving now. If he persisted, she wasn’t certain if she’d be capable of resisting him much longer. But he left. He told her he loves her, her told her he would be kind to her and then he left her for trying to save his soul.

“If we do not leave now, we will be killed!” Mal raises his voice and she flinches, snapping out of her thoughts. She stands, her tears glistening in the faint light of the moonlight above them. Nodding, she walks with Mal, refusing to wipe the tears away.

She might not be like Aleksander, she might not share his darkness, but she is too proud to surrender, too proud to bend, too proud to lose. If he wants to make war instead of love, she’ll give it to him.

“How do I look?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips as she twirled.

Her cheeky smile acted like a wrecking ball for the wall the Darkling erected long ago, meant to keep the light out. He cultivated his darkness, convinced it would give him all his heart desires, yet the sight of Y/N struggling to stand with his kefta engulfing her the same his arms would if they embraced, it had rendered him speechless.

Y/N’s smile falters in the silence, her eyebrows furrowing as a frown crinkles her forehead. “Should I not have done this?”

The disappointment in her voice forced Aleksander to act, shaking his head while sending her a disarming smile.

"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect you to wear my clothes."

On any given day, she’d be blushing at the sight of his smile. His smile had healing properties as far she was concerned, but today wasn’t an ordinary day and her nerves made her particularly sensitive. Pursing her lips, she attempts to fold her arms with the extra fabric making it much harder, while casting her gaze to the ground. “You don’t like it.”

Raising his eyebrows, his smile grows. He comes closer, placing his index finger under her chin to tilt her head, properly meeting her gaze. "On the contrary", he speaks slowly and clearly, "I find you irresistible."

If she didn’t know any better, Y/N would have guessed he was the Sun Summoner with the way his glowing smile set her alight.

Licking her lips drew his attention, his eyes flickering down momentarily. It seemed like such an innocent moment, but it was enough to make her hands shake in anticipation.

Sighing, Y/N forces her eyes open. While she kept Aleksander out of her mind during the day, the nights favored his memory. It had been an almost that came to her dream, their almost first kiss when she had been in Little palace for a full month – she remembers because he made the dinner all about her presence.

No matter how hard she tried to let it go – to let him go, she always found herself clutching her chest in the morning. She wondered if she ever crossed his mind, almost a year since they’ve parted. Does his heart ache the same? Is that why she had hardly heard anything of him?

Her mind conjured up the worst, most painful explanations in the lonely nights. She wondered if he ever truly loved her and if he had, where had the love gone?

Can a person just stop loving someone? Did Aleksander Morozova finally stop loving her?

She wanted to stop loving him, but she couldn’t. She found herself making up excuses in his place to cover up the mistakes he’s made. In this distance that was freezing her soul and collapsing her heart, Y/N’s sole wish was to meet with her darling Darkling again. But she couldn’t travel to Little palace with the knowledge that he likely didn’t want her there or that he’d still further his plans despite her wishes. She’d have been by his side if he truly wanted her with him.

If he loved her enough, he wouldn’t have deceived her.

If he loved her enough, he would have helped her destroy the fold.

If he loved her enough, he would be here to reassure her instead of letting her question everything.

“I can do this”, she whispered under her breath, reassuring herself. She spent so many months trying to conjure up enough light and maintain enough control for it to seem Aleksander wasn’t wrong about her.

She wanted to make him proud, to draw him in with her light ever since he named her Sunshine. It’s silly, but the endearing name passing his lips made her insides quiver and she was prepared to do anything to hear it again. After all, if she does spectacularly well during an evening where she’s the main attraction, she was certain he’d see her as the only woman in the world.

Yet, as she makes her first few steps into the room, Y/N realizes she was wrong. She hasn’t done anything yet, but his eyes are chained to her regardless. The way he’s looking at her now makes her feel as if she is the only woman in the world that matters.

She saw his chest rise as he drew breath, then he was coming toward her, moving with his usual predatory grace and the intimidating flare. She wasn’t sure which she found more unnerving the intimidating Darkling or the graceful General.

"We are matching", she presses her lips to suppress an excited smile creeping up on her. She didn't expect his kefta to match hers despite his request to wear it. For Y/N, it felt strangely intimate, but she welcomed intimacy as long as it was with him.

“You look stunning”, he breathes out, a handsome smile appearing on his lips as he holds out his hand for her to take.

She doesn’t hesitate, awestruck by the twinkle in his dark eyes.

“They tell me you refused the gloves”, he raises his eyebrows.

Lifting her shin up, she smirks, “Have faith in me.”

Leaning in, Aleksander’s nose brushes her earlobe, “I never said I don’t.”

Helping her up on the stage, Aleksander stepped before her. She could hardly focus on his words, staring at his broad shoulders as they entirely shielded her from curious glances. He eclipsed her long enough for nerves to subside and she was grateful.

“You still think you’re ready?” Mal settles beside her, lips pressed as he looks at her disheveled state.

Clearing her throat, she nods, “I’ve never been stronger.”

“I know, but if you need more time –“, Mal begins, but Y/N’s irritated glare shut him up.

“We head to the fold today.” Taking a sip of her water, Y/N stands, intent on going into the woods.

“You love him”, Mal’s words stop Y/N in her tracks. “I know you do. It’s why you suffer so much in his absence.“

Swallowing thickly, she exhales through her nose to stop herself from saying anything she might regret. There’s a reason she refused to speak about Aleksander with Mal, with anyone if she could help it. Other than occasionally asking around if he’s been seen, Y/N had kept him out of her mouth. Mal couldn’t understand her feelings, he never would. She knew it to be true.

Aleksander is still an active heartache she couldn’t heal with time nor practice. Truth be told, she wanted him with her all the time. She wanted him there to cuddle when she’s on the brink of breaking, for him to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and remind her she’s loved. She wanted him there when she bathes to splash water in each other’s faces like children, to hear him gasping for air when he laughs so freely like nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

She is his. Despite the way things started, she was truly his and no amount of denial will ever change that. Unable to form words, Y/N closed her eyes as her face contorted. Her lips pressed together to hold in a sob and her head hurt from all the pressure building up in her attempt to stop herself from falling apart. But she couldn’t. There were no walls left inside her to hold the hurt encased from her mind any longer. She was shattering after nearly a year and a half of being strong – silent as she missed him, as she loved him, as she defended him from herself.

Meanwhile, in Little palace, Aleksander sat in her old room with her blue kefta in hand. He brings it up to his face, inhaling the faded scent in hope of remembering the warmth mere traces of her scent could evoke. He missed the smell of her hair when he buried his face in her neck, the gentle touch of her skin, the sweetness of her lips.

"May I ask for a dance?” He asked her with a half-smile, surprised she seemed reluctant to take his hand after her demonstration. “I won't bite”, he winks, making her roll her eyes and giggle simultaneously.

“I can hardly dance”, she admits, nibbling on her lower lip mercilessly.

Taking her hand with his right hand, he brought her closer with his left hand on her hip. She gasps, caught off guard as she looks at him with amusement.

He raises an eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle as he begins to sway her from side to side.

"When I first saw you, I couldn't get over how breathtakingly beautiful you are.” Aleksander tells her, the softest smile adorning his lips and she wished she could just reach out and touch them to see if they feel just as soft as they look. “I tried to stop you from leaving because I was bewitched by you, but then your light came out and I couldn't believe how lucky I was."

Inhaling sharply, she stared at him with lips parted in uncertainty. “So you’d say you care for me?”

Sighing heavily, Aleksander leaned his forehead on his palms, realizing not much work would be done as her face is all he thinks of, all he sees. The night he walked away, he finally saw what his love had brought her – pain and suffering. He took all she was and picked her soul apart until she was left void of love, of hate, of all emotion. After so many lifetimes, the Saints answered his prayers and sent him a dream encased in a good woman, to love and to care for and he had ruined her.

Loneliness was a punishment too kind for his awful actions.

He thought what would have happened if he had given her the truth before – had he told her what he knew, but also what he kept from her. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she would have stayed. Would their bond grow stronger? 

It couldn’t be worse than it is now.

That’s his fault as well.

Pressing his lips together, Aleksander closed his eyes for a moment. “I’d say you’re the light of my life and I never want to see it dim.”

Dipping her, his lips pause at her throat and he could feel the exact moment her breath halted, caught right below his lips. He could feel her quiver, gripping his arm strongly but not out of fear of being dropped, but from a need to be closer.

Bringing her upright, he had no more desire to remain among the people where every action is judged, controversial. He wanted to take her somewhere where he could just be Aleksander, more than the Darkling they branded him as.

“Want to go somewhere more private?” She tilts her head ever so slightly to glance at the grand entry door, waiting for his response. He couldn’t believe how easily she read his mind.

Instead of speaking, he simply pulls her toward the door, feeling as if he had been given a chance to do what he never thought was possible – live. To live and possibly love.

Once they entered his room, closest to them from the reception, Aleksander stopped. He turns to her with a smirk, his hand still holding onto hers. His fingers curl around it gently, encasing it. Slowly, he brings the hand up to his lips, leaving a feather light kiss on her wrist while her cheeks darkened.

Y/N couldn’t ignore the smile upon his lips. Smiles are supposed to be soft and inviting, but his is charming and deadly. She knew he had captured her heart and no matter what she does, he’s rooted deep inside her. He’ll always run through her veins, even if they part.

Problem is, she didn’t mind it. Not at all.

She could feel her lips tingle, parting in need. All she wants is to press her lips against his, close her eyes and take him in. She didn’t care about her previously established beliefs, she’d burn them all down for a single kiss. Barely holding onto who she was before she met her sweet Darkling, Y/N cups his cheek.

His eyes are alight with desire and craving he’s been suppressing for a long time, intoxicating her, captivating her.

Her hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him down and he complies. His forehead rests on Y/N’s, the tip of his nose brushing hers while her fingertips grasp at the short hair at the back of his head. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes closing, so she allows herself the comfort of closing her own while bridging the distance between them. 

She presses her lips firmly onto his and the world melts away. His hand clasps gently into the back of her hair, pressing in softly. His lips are softness, passion, the promise of the sweetness to come.

Pulling back for a air, she hears the breathless chuckle accompanying his dashing smile.

“That was a perfect kiss”, she pecks his lips once more and he feels his heart stop. At a loss for words, he blinks a couple of times, seeing her lips curve into a small smile.

“Don’t go shy on me now, Sunshine.”

Aleksander remembered how they made love that night, leisurely, savoring each other’s bodies until their passion mounted. He thought about all the times she had given herself to him willingly and yet it felt like he was the one who gave her small pieces of himself each time. He loved not knowing what to expect with her for she was never the same twice. One time she would be quiet and sensual, the next aggressive and demanding. At other times she would be laughing and teasing. But no matter how she was, he loved loving her. Even the thought of touching her excited him.

She drove him mad, but she also showed him what it means to love someone. She could have killed him at any given moment had it been her true desire, just as he could have done the same to her and yet he couldn’t. Even thinking about someone hurting her upsets him.

Y/N could have stayed or killed him, he’d be fine with either way. At least then he wouldn’t suffer alone. She let him go so easily that he couldn’t help but think her love was never his. He wished he didn’t resent her for it, because a part of him wished she’d let him go long before, he wished for her to go far away from him where she’d be happier.

In his eyes swam ghosts of regrets and self-loathing, for he could have done a lot of things much better, made her life much easier. He could have been a better choice for her, a happy ending she’s deserving of. But he had already messed everything up and it is easier to have her see him as the bad guy. 

She’d let him go easier.

“General?” Ivan paused in the doorway, aware no one’s allowed in Y/N’s room and he valued his life greatly, far too much to dare take another step.

Swallowing thickly, Aleksander remained on the bed while the Darkling rose to his feet. He had been planning for too long, hiding away from what needs to be done. It was time to act and the Darkling’s mind is made up.

“We’re heading to the fold today.”

PART 5

[lavienjin]

jimin drabble with pain kink? softly slapping your face or clit turning harder each time maybe ? thank uu

hello hello! i went a little bit overboard as always

wc: 1k

warnings: impact play (pussy, ass), fingering, hard dom!jimin, name calling (slut), dirty talk, slight humiliation, dumbification

drabble requests are open!

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“I’m sorry,” you gurgle.

Bent over his mahogany desk, your hips are supported with shaky legs and you shudder when his warm hand caresses the bruises and marks he left on your backside.

Jimin clicks his tongue once, his fingers dancing on your folds as he leans forward to plant kisses on your temple. “What was that, baby?” he mumbles into your hair.

Slowly, he pushes two fingers past your entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, head snapping upwards as you begin to rut your hips. “I’m sorry,” you moan, repeating your earlier words, your movements erratic as you search for the friction you’ve been craving all night.

But, the relief disappears immediately and instead, a searing pain blinds your vision when Jimin digs his fingernails into your marked skin. You sob, stopping your movements instantly, and the tears make their familiar trek down your face to drip onto his desk.

“Stupid, stupid baby,” he hisses, removing his hand from your cunt to tilt your chin further upwards. “You can’t even follow simple instructions. Do you even remember what I asked you to do?”

“T-To be still,” you mumble.

This earns you a couple of taps on the cheek and you open your eyes gingerly to stare into his handsome face. Jimin wears a sadistic smirk on top of his evening suit and his raven-black hair is pushed back, giving off a dangerous vibe when coupled with his equally dark eyes.

“Good,” he praises, smoothing out your hair before kissing your lips sweetly. “And have you been listening to me?”

You chase his lips when he draws back; a brow cocked upwards as he stares down at you. Whimpering, you shake your head, pushing out more apologies from your swollen lips.

“Please, I won’t do it again – I promise,” you beg, jutting your bottom lip out and blinking tearily up at his dark gaze. “I’ll be good. I can be good.”

Jimin listens with amusement, stroking your ass with one hand and cupping your face with the other. “I’ll give you one more chance,” he mumbles.

As soon as a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, Jimin’s fingers return to thrust into your cunt. You sigh at the pleasure coursing through your veins. Gritting your teeth and screwing your eyes shut, you lock your legs in place as Jimin continues to pull moans from your throat, using his spare hand to press circles into your clit.

“Good girl, see what happens when you listen to me? God. You’re so wet, I can’t wait to fuck you. Would you like that, hm? Would you prefer to cum with my cock or my fingers?”

“Want your cock – mmh – Jimin, feels good—”

“Okay, baby, I got you. Just a little bit more, can you hold on for me? Don’t cum just yet, yeah?”

Jimin’s fingers serenade your body, pounding faster into your aching pussy as the sound of your grunts mix with the squelching wetness between your thighs. You try to keep the orgasm at bay; pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in hopes that the pain would divert your attention, but it’s no use. Your orgasm looms over you like a great wave, threatening to pull you under in its abyss.

“Jimin!” you screech into his empty office, your hands tightening on the desk below. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“You can. Be a good fucking slut for me,” he commands in an unkind voice.

You shake your head, chanting out ‘no’ amidst heavy breaths. Your body convulses. Unable to stop yourself, you meet his thrusts with your hips, moaning loudly as Jimin thrusts his fingers roughly against your walls.

“I’m gonna cum—Jimin, don’t stop, please!”

Just as you’re about to topple over the edge, Jimin removes his fingers and lands a hard smack against your wet folds – the loud sound ringing sharply in your ears. You pitch forward and crash on his desk, heavy breaths and sobs tearing through your throat. You hear him laugh, but the sound is distant.

Your chin is seized roughly in his hand and he turns your face to glare down at you. “What did I fucking say? Stupid slut,” he hisses; the words punctuated with a harsh slap against your swollen folds.

Still, the pleasure continues to build with each slap and it goes unnoticed by Jimin.

“Look at this,” he chuckles, displaying his wet fingers to your face. He wipes your arousal on your lips with a soft smile. “You’ve made such a mess, baby.”

You whimper, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his fingertips. When he doesn’t react, you gradually move to down to his knuckles, taking great attention to not break eye contact. Jimin hums, leaning against the heavy desk. The grip around your chin tightens and you’re pulled away from his fingers.

He lets your head fall back on your desk before standing up to his full height. Grabbing a handkerchief from one of the drawers, he wipes his hands clean of your saliva. “That was your one chance,” he smirks. “Clean yourself up, slut.”

Your heart sinks, apologies falling past your lips like a waterfall as you call out to him. With a concerned look, Jimin kneels to meet you at eye-level with a delicate smile, cocking his head to the side. You think he’s being merciful when his soft fingers tuck your hair behind your ear, but the illusion is shattered when he grasps your hair in rough hold, rendering you incapable of moving your head.

Jimin licks a broad stroke on your cheek, making you whimper as you shudder with need. Your heart thumps loudly against your ribcage when he whispers, “Pretty sluts like you don’t get to make demands when I’ve given you so many chances. You’ll earn your right to cum when you learn to behave.”

[fics-by-caroline]

Bloodlust

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Magical!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are part of the Avengers, but the pair of you have different ideas of what justice entails than the rest of the group; i.e., more horror, more drama, an eye for an eye. And man, do you two ever look sexy covered in blood.

Category: Smut (18+ only, please!)

Warnings: Smut (blood kink, oral sex -- f receiving), rough sex, porn with some plot), language, graphic descriptions of violence, gore, smoking, alcohol consumption, mention of human trafficking.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so please be nice 🥺

   Taking a drag from a cigar in the corner of the dimly-lit speakeasy, your target looked you up and down. Even without tapping into his thoughts, you could tell that he liked what he saw; how the black dress you wore hugged your figure, how you had crossed your legs in a way that allowed him to catch the red bottoms of your heels, red that was reflected in your lipstick and nails. You turned to make eye contact with him, and were immediately hit with hearing him imagine you on your knees sucking him off in one of his fancy cars and afterwards kicking you out onto the street.

   Typical, You thought with disgust, finishing your martini. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your back. Feeling him get up and walk towards you, you shot a knowing look at Loki across the bar.

   “Can I buy you a drink?” The man’s voice was dripping in disgusting salaciousness. He sat beside you, reeking of the over-application of cologne, whiskey, and cigar smoke.

   You shot him a demure smile. “A dirty martini, drier than the Sahara.”

   The man waved down the bartender before leaning closer to you. “Michael Ashbourne.”

   You suppressed an eye roll, taking instead to lighting a cigarette. “I know who you are, Mr. Ashbourne.”

   “And what is it that you know of me?” Ashbourne stroked your hair with a drunken finger.

   Uncrossing your legs, you turned to face him. “That you are one of the worst Midgardian men alive today. You cheat people out of their winnings in various casinos around the world, making yourself and your friends — no doubt the ones who surrounded you in that corner over there — some of the richest men in the world, while managing to operate under the radars of your enemy governments. You sell weapons and drugs because you always want even more money on top of the billions you already have, not caring about the damage you cause. You drink the most expensive liquors, sleep with all the women you please, and leave people eating the dust in your wake. But what brings you to the epitome of disgusting actions is your engagement in the trafficking of girls, once again, for even more money.” Even though you kept your voice low, you made sure to lace every word with biting poison.

   Ashbourne pulled back in shock, unmoving and speechless.

   You smirked at his silence. “Your cunningness is almost impressive, especially for a human. You manage to remain one step ahead of the mewling mortals who are left to crawl in your fading footprints. Bravo. Unfortunately for you, however, I am not one of them.” You waved a finger, from which a small ribbon of white magic followed.

   “Who the hell are you?” Ashbourne hissed.

   “A hero in the eyes of the people you have crossed, and the villain in yours.”

   Ashbourne scoffed condescendingly. Stupid bitch, you heard him think. “Speaking in mysterious riddles just makes you look stupid, missy. I don’t know how you know what you know, but it’s a bit too much for my liking.” He raised a hand, beckoning over the large men who had accompanied him.

   You sighed, unimpressed. Before they could so much as reach for their belt, you pulled the pistol from your garter stockings and fired silenced shots in between their eyes, before holding a dagger against Ashbourne’s throat. The speakeasy froze in horrified silence.

   With a small chuckle at the sudden shock and fear in Ashbourne’s muddy eyes, you called to Loki. “Darling, are there others?”

   “No darling, not here … but we can’t have witnesses, can we?” Loki sauntered up to you, kissing you on the head. He looked around at the few bystanders in the bar, terror keeping their feet rooted in place.

   “Loki, is that really necessary —”

   You were cut off by Loki launching towards the horrified bystanders like a cat pouncing on prey, his daggers slicing through their necks gliding ease. He finished off by throwing a knife into the bartender’s skull, silencing his terrorized mind that shrieked in your own so annoyingly. Loki looked back at you with an amused glint in his eyes, blood on every surface of the speakeasy, including Loki’s own body. Gesturing around him, he noted dryly, “They were dead in seconds, no suffering.”

   You rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to Ashbourne, who sat with eyes wide and mouth agape. You smirked and applied a bit more pressure to the blade in your hand, drawing small beads of blood. You snuffed out your cigarette and stood up, toying with his bowtie as your heel dug into his foot. You could taste the fear that drenched his mind. “What’s this?” You cooed. “Feeling scared?”

   “Ah, you’re so right, my love,” Loki smiled, looking around the room at the bloody mess he created. “Not using magic is so much more fun. I missed getting my hands dirty.”

   You chuckled lowly. You couldn’t help but stare at him hungrily; there was something in the way the blood splatter stood out against his pale skin that awoke an arousal in you. Shaking your head, you turned back to the man under your knife and cocked an eyebrow. “How do you think I should do this? Stabbing is too classic, going for the neck is too neat.”

   “Unzip him, dear,” Loki hummed. He shot a bolt of green magic towards the man, binding him in glowing ropes that wrapped around his pitiful body. Noticing your dry look, he shrugged. “I want a proper view of your handiwork, and I can’t have that if I’m holding him.”

   “Fair enough,” You said. After a moment’s thought, you waved your hands, making Ashbourne’s shirt disappear in a white flash of your own magic.

   “Wait, wait, stop. What do you want? Money? I have money. What do you want?” Ashbourne pleaded.

   “I want ...” you said coldly, “to hear you scream.”

   You stepped forward and sunk your dagger into his lower abdomen, slicing upwards smoothy, careful as to not sever any major blood vessels. Ashbourne screamed in agony — music to both yours and Loki’s ears. You grinned at the blood that spurted out to meet you, and tossed the dagger onto the surface of the bar. You looked at the open mess in front of you and sunk your hand into the open cavity, making Ashbourne wail.

   Loki smacked Ashbourne’s face with a deadly glare. “Stay awake, you.”

   You reached farther into Ashbourne’s gut, quickly finding the pulsating aorta. You looked up at Ashbourne’s paling face, cheek now sporting a bloody handprint from where Loki had slapped him, and pulled on the artery, which snapped and spurted hot blood all over you. Loki released his magic binds, leaving the body of the man to collapse like a rag doll onto the floor, very much dead.

   You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as you discarded the shred of aorta in your hands onto the lifeless body. You turned to look at Loki, who was smiling back at you with a familiar, blazing fire behind his eyes. He reached over and picked up your discarded dagger from the tabletop. He looked it over once, then swiped his tongue up one side of the blade. You groaned in arousal at the sight.

   “The taste of justice, my dear,” He said, licking his lips.

   He turned his fiery gaze back on you, holding the knife out for your taking. Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the other side, the metallic taste of Ashbourne’s blood spreading through your mouth only adding to the wet ache between your legs.

   “Fucking hell,” Loki breathed, the large bulge in his dress trousers clearly evident.

   You took the dagger, swiping away the rest of the blood that stained it on your finger and licked it clean. A deep rumble escaped from Loki’s lips before he smashed his lips onto yours, your tongues trading the tastes of blood and saliva. With a sharp tug, Loki tore your dress down and pinched your nipples between his bloodied fingers as he backed you up onto the bar. While normally, he would take his time with you, tease you at a torturously slow pace, make you plead and squirm beneath him, he now was fuelled purely by an animalistic flame, his lips and teeth marking your lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, collarbones. You broke apart only for you to render the pair of you naked by way of a flick of the wrist and a flash of white light. You stared at each other, both of you breathless and admiring how the blood that drenched your clothing had stained your bodies in a beautiful pattern of death.

   “I love you so much,” You whispered.

   “I love you too,” Loki said, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip lightly.

   In a flash, the momentary gentleness was gone as Loki pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them. You shouted out in pleasure, then gasped when you felt Loki’s tongue on your clit.

   “Fuck, Loki!” You hissed, throwing your head back and grinding deeper onto Loki’s fingers and tongue.

   The most audacious and obscene sounds filled the speakeasy as Loki twisted his fingers inside your cunt and attacked you with his mouth. You moaned unabashedly and Loki in return groaned against your body. His nips against your clit were anything but gentle, his fingers fucking your cunt so deeply, so gloriously, that your entire body sparked with invisible electricity.

   “You’re going to cum for me,” Loki growled, “you’re going to cum for me and make me drink it as you do.”

   You nodded into the air, gasping, panting, writhing under him. You clenched around his head, locking Loki into place, and came on his face, rolling and thrusting your hips against his mouth. Loki held your hips and drank your release until your orgasm finally finished washing over you.

  Before you could begin to catch your breath, Loki seized your neck in one large hand and pushed himself inside of you in one fluid motion, causing the both of you to moan loudly. He started moving his hips immediately at a quick and relentless pace, splitting you apart in pleasure. You reached up to wrap your arms and legs around him desperately. As he hit that sweet spot that no other could, you brought your nails down his back, no doubt drawing blood. All thoughts had disappeared from your minds, pure animalistic pleasure and arousal clearing everything else out. Your combined energy made the lights spark and flicker, furniture going flying as your grip on your magic became weaker. Loki slammed into you, your walls tight around him, his pelvis grinding in such a way that he moved against your clit. You were only barely registering how you clung onto him for dear life, the most indecent noises pouring from both of your mouths, bodies slick in blood and sweat sliding against one another. Your connection into each other’s minds let you both know that the other was just as close to their climax without speaking. Expletives punctuated your shared groans and screams, Loki’s grip on your body so tight that bruises were sure to follow, your teeth and nails marking his skin.

   “Loki, I — fuck — Loki!” You cried as you felt your body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

   “I know, I — ah! I know —!” Loki groaned, biting your neck.

   You exploded again with a scream and you slammed your hand onto the table, releasing a huge pulse of magic that levelled the room around you. Green explosions set off around you as Loki lost control and spilled into you with a stammering thrust and deep groan. Even though your eyes were both closed, you could see each other in your minds, totally blissful and exhausted, chests heaving. Loki’s lips found yours in a loving kiss.

   “We should ... we should clean up here before the others come by,” You said, still out of breath.

   Loki nodded wordlessly. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper. We waved his hand, and the speakeasy righted itself in a glow of green light. Tables and chairs fixed themselves, light fixtures hung back up on the ceilings, blood and bodies disappeared, until the only remnant of your activities was the gore that still covered your naked bodies. You stood up and cricked your neck before cleaning yourself and Loki up, and dressing the pair of you in the dress and tuxedo you two were wearing. 

   “What will we say to the others when they ask about the sudden disappearance of everyone here?” You asked slowly.

   “Don’t worry, love,” Loki grinned, “we can tell them the truth. We’re both too valuable for them to kick us out of the group.”

   You laughed and took Loki’s outstretched arm, walking out into the cool night.

[blu-joons]

When He Looks After Your Children Alone ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

His eyes widened as he walked back into the kitchen to the state your two youngest children had made of their food on the floor and their seats. “You’re never this messy,” Jin muttered under his breath, “why are you like this for me?”

“What?” Your daughter asked innocently as Jin grabbed the paper and wipes to clean it up.

His head shook, kissing against the top of her head, “you like causing trouble for daddy, don’t you?”

“Me?” She continued to tease, staring across at her brother who matched her own clueless expression. “We didn’t do anything wrong; we just ate our dinner.”

“Sassy like your father too,” he frowned, kneeling down on the floor. “Did you even manage to eat any of this?”

His question was answered when his son opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of food. “Yeah!” He spluttered, only adding to the mess for Jin to clean up.

“Alright, let’s stop talking and eat,” Jin chuckled, tapping the top of his head, “it’s like cleaning up a zoo in here.”

“We’re not animals,” your daughter smartly responded, rendering Jin speechless.

“No, you’re beautiful humans little one.”

Yoongi:

The sight of the living room left Yoongi stunned, noticing the toybox of your children turned upside down, leaving the toys all over the floor. “My doll fell right to the bottom,” your son announced, holding up the toy he searched for.

“Your mum will be home in a minute,” Yoongi sighed, kneeling down to pick up a couple of the toys.

Your daughter followed behind Yoongi, noticing the mess. “She won’t like the house being this untidy.”

“Exactly,” Yoongi frowned, looking between the two of them. “Do you reckon we could clear up the toys and then I promise we can all play with our toys.”

“But I want to play with my doll now,” your son cried out, crawling to the back of the room. “Y/D/N can help you clean up; she’s not doing anything.”

Yoongi’s head shook, taking the doll from his son. “You’re the one that caused this mess, so you can help clear it.”

“I’ll tell mummy,” your son continued to whine, but Yoongi’s head shook, refusing to let him get away with doing nothing.”

“I’ll tell mummy your trouble,” he challenged, watching your son’s eyes widen.

“Fine, I guess I’ll help.”

Hoseok:

His arms wrapped around his two girls who curled into either side of his chest, gripping tightly onto their blankets as their eyes threatened to close. “Daddy, can you sing to us?” Your eldest whispered up to her father.

“I don’t sing,” he reminded them yet again, “I don’t think a rap is good to get to sleep.”

Your other daughter’s head shook, glancing up at him. “You can sing, that’s why you’re famous.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the tops of both of their heads. “Is there a song you can agree on for daddy to sing you to sleep then?”

“Butterfly,” your youngest called out, but straight away your eldest groaned, shaking her head across at her sister. “What’s wrong with butterfly?”

She let go of a sigh, “I prefer when daddy sings Mikrokosmos, it reminds me of when we went to go and watch him in the concert with uncles.”

“How about I sing both?” He suggested, determined to keep the peace between the two of them. “I can do a medley of the two to keep you both happy.”

“But Mikrokosmos first,” your daughter quickly chimed, making Hobi chuckle.

“Maybe I’ll choose a different song first.”

Namjoon:

He couldn’t help but groan as the shrieks of your three children playing downstairs gave him no peace to carry on with trying to get his lyrics written. “What’s wrong?” Your eldest asked when Namjoon sighed yet again.

“You’re so noisy,” he laughed loudly, “how does your mum work with all of this noise every day?”

Your youngest shrugged beside him, “mummy plays with us too, not just sit on her computer all day.”

“Does she?” Namjoon frowned, noticing the third spin around to nod in agreement with their siblings. “I guess I have been a bit neglectful of you this morning.”

“What if we help you write a song?” The eldest of the trio suggested, “you always say that you want us to be like you.”

Namjoon hummed, glancing at the three of them, “why don’t you grab a pen and some paper, and we can see if we can come up with something good to write?”

“I’m on it!” Your youngest yelled, racing through the house. “Maybe we could be the ones to write BTS’ next hit.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Namjoon smiled, “but it’s worth a try maybe.”

“Don’t underestimate us daddy.”

Jimin:

His eyes lit up when he noticed the drawings your two sons had drawn, squinting his eyes to try and figure out what exactly it was. “What have your drawn?” Jimin asked, trying not to hurt their feelings with his question.

“It’s mum,” the eldest of the two pointed out, as if it was far too obvious for Jimin to doubt.

Jimin looked a little closer, still struggling to see the resemblance. “How come you’ve drawn mummy?”

“We miss her,” the younger announced, “we want to give her a present for when she came back from her work trip so she wouldn’t forget us.”

“She’s not forgetting you,” Jimin quickly assured the two of them, “she’s only been gone for two days, it’s impossible to forget you.”

Their two sets of eyes turned up to look adoringly at their father. “Do you think mummy would like to come home and see our paintings up on the wall.”

“Of course, I do,” Jimin grinned, knowing how much you savoured all of their work. “We can put them all up in the living room.”

“Really?” The elder asked in slight disbelief, “can we make more for her?”

“We can make plenty.”

Taehyung:

When you were called into work last minute, Taehyung was terrified about being the only parent, waiting anxiously for you to come home that evening. “So, how was everything?” You asked him and your children as you sat to dinner.

“We had fun,” Taehyung began, trying to stop his children to spoiling the truth about the day to you.

Your head nodded, looking across at your three kids. “Did you have fun with daddy, was he good?”

“Well,” your eldest stuttered, feeling Taehyung’s eyes stare across at him. “It was a little bit chaotic; daddy definitely needs you mummy to look after us.”

“He broke some of the dinner plates,” the middle child interjected, “and I’m pretty sure he burnt our dinner, it was a bit black.”

Your eyes widened, glaring across at Taehyung. “How did you manage to burn their lunch? It’s one of the simplest meals to make, which is why I chose it.”

“It’s not as easy as you make it look,” he protested, “and they were no help, all they did was laugh at me not help me.”

“They’re children,” you reminded him, “what more did you possibly expect from them?”

“Single parenting is not for me.”

Jungkook:

Your two daughters groaned as Jungkook finally pulled out the karaoke machine, much to their dismay. “We don’t want to sing,” the eldest cried out, “we always just end up listening to you singing to us instead dad.”

“It’s fun,” he protested, plugging the machine in. “And you love to hear me sing? You always ask me.”

Both of their heads shook, “we enjoy going to your concerts, not singing in our living room together.”

“Mum would never do this with us,” the other chimed in, rolling their eyes. “She does things that all of us want to do, not just what she wants to do.”

“What does she do?” Jungkook asked them, refusing to acknowledge that you might just be the better parent of the two.

Their eyes looked across at each other, “she always takes us to the park, and she knows how much we love to bake, that’s why you always come home to cake.”

“Then, let’s make a cake,” Jungkook established, unplugging the machine. “If mummy can make a cake, then daddy can also make a cake.”

“Can you make a cake?” Your daughter squirmed, staring hopelessly at him.

“Of course, I can make a cake.”

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Masterlist

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (Part Five)

Warning - serious sexual tension....

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This scene was going to be tricky enough for you, but you couldn't help but feel sorry for Cillian. He'd been so hard in his hotel room earlier and you could see he was still struggling with it now. Fully done up in his Tommy costume, positioned behind you, even through the thick padding in his trousers you could feel the heat. He leaned down over your back, his lips at your ear.

"That orgasm you gave me earlier - repeat that and you'll be fine," a quick squeeze of your hip under your dress and you felt ready. Extremely turned on and desperate for him to do this for real, but ready.

Anto called action and the thrusting behind you began. His groin never leaving the back of your thighs. It wasn't anywhere near as difficult to make the necessary moans and groans this time. You couldn't resist glancing at him in the mirror behind the bar. His face so full of concentration, the occasional bite at his own lip. Ten thrusts, then climax, that was the direction, and you watched his face change. You gave your best 'climax' possible, gripping onto the edge of the bar for dear life. His voice behind you hitched, his hand on your back as his own 'climax' peaked. The thought of him doing that for real later that night made your core throb, but you didn't have time to focus on it. Within seconds of him 'pulling out', Kimber's boys were there. Tommy was held back by four of them, while a fifth grabbed you and sliced across your throat. Your eyes wide, staring into Tommy's as you fell to the floor.

"CUT!!! Holy shit that was intense! Whatever you guys did in rehearsals, it worked!" Anto cheered, helping you off the floor. The fake blood around your neck was cold and sticky, Cillian couldn't help but laugh.

"You look delightful," he smirked. You responded by flicking as much of it as possible at him, catching his square in the side of the head.

"You have no idea how much I've loved having you as part of the show y/n... I really owe you one," Anto have you an awkward hug, trying to avoid the blood. You promised to catch up with him later.

"It's certainly been fun, hasn't it?" You said to Cillian as you both walked out.

"Who said the fun ends here?"

"Come on Cillian, you're a Hollywood movie star, I'm a university lecturer with no expectations whatsoever. And I'm okay with that by the way, I came into this single, I'll leave it single, I'm good with that." He pulled your arm gently, leading you off into a quiet corner before you headed into makeup.

"Listen, I'm not the kind of guy who fucks and fucks off. Forget about the Hollywood bullshit - I've never signed up to that nonsense in my life. I know you don't have any expectations, but I kinda do.."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I want to get to know you better. I want to take you out, I want to visit you when I'm not working. I want to see where this goes? Don't you?" You were speechless. And stunned.

"Really? Me? You want to be with me?"

"I've only known you a week y/n, I'm not asking you to marry me, I just.. I'd like to see you again. After you leave tomorrow." His hands clasped yours, stroking your fingers with his thumbs.

"Oh my god you're serious aren't you?"

"Come to my room tonight, after the wrap party. I'll show you just how serious I am." He pulled you close, not caring that you were in the middle of a corridor full of cast members bustling around. One small, gentle kiss on your lips, a squeeze of your waist, goosebumps all over your back.

"I'll see you at the wrap party then.."

"Looking forward to it."

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The party was already in full swing by the time you and Liane arrived. Even your students had been invited, which made things awkward for you - you certainly didn't feel comfortable being close to Cillian with your class so close. You'd text him before you arrived to warn him no funny business in front of your class. His reply made you nervous, yet excited all at once.

"I'll behave if you do."

You'd be chatting to your students when a hand would brush casually across your lower back.

He'd be talking to Paul when he'd glance over and catch you looking at him, your lower lip between your teeth.

You'd be on the dance floor with Liane, Sophie and Natasha when you'd gyrate your hips in his direction, making sure his eyes were on you.

You'd never felt so desired and wanted - every time he caught your eye your heart would dance. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl again.

You went outside for a cigarette and some fresh air, two hands suddenly grabbing your waist and dragging you round the corner, out of sight of everyone. You didn't scream, you saw him following you, you just giggled as he pinned you against the wall, his body pressed against yours. A quick glance around the corner to make sure no one was there and his lips were on yours. His hand on your cheek, up into your hair, his groin pressing hard against yours.

"The fuck are you doing to me..." He groaned, biting your lower lip.

"I don't know what you're talking about Cillian..."

"I thought you said you were going to behave?" He smirked, brushing his nose against yours. The building was on fire, that was the only explanation for how fucking hot you were right now.

"You can talk, undressing me with your eyes all night."

"Can we leave now..."

"Nope, still got dinner to get through, them my awards for the students to give out and Anto will definitely make an embarrassing speech. Only another few hours and I'm all yours for as long as you want me. Did I mention I'd cleared my diary for the weekend?"

"I've got you all weekend have I?"

"If you want me?"

"You have no fucking idea..." You have him a quick kiss, before straightening your dress out and heading back into the bar. You didn't even look back but you heard him wolf whistle as you walked away.

You were handed a table plan for the dinner in the restaurant of the hotel as you walked back in, Liane grinning at you.

"Top table Y/n, with the cast! And look who you're sat next to," she winked. You never told her what had happened in Cillian's hotel room, but you didn't exactly deny it when she asked you either. This was going to be interesting.

Sitting at the table between Cillian and Paul, you felt so odd. What had started as a university trip had ended with you being one of the stars of the show and potentially ending up in bed with Cillian Murphy. You had to keep pinching yourself.

"Hungry, y/n?" Cillian leaned over and whispered in your ear.

"Depends what's on the menu."

"Not sure if you can handle it."

"We'll see about that. Now behave, we've got the whole crew watching us." The thrill of it all excited you beyond belief but you kept your game face on.

Dinner was served, he was remarkably well behaved but he was distracted by Helen, who spent the meal talking to him about the potential for series two. You couldn't help the pang of jealousy that you wouldn't actually be in it though. You were dragged from your thoughts by a hand on your knee. Slowly inching up your thigh under the dress you were wearing. You clenched your legs together firmly, crossing them, and the hand went away, a quiet chuckle from next to you.

Dinner over, speeches given, awards given to your students, the night was drawing to a close. You'd had your fair share of wine, but the adrenaline was coursing through your veins so much you didn't even feel tipsy.

"Ready to head back y/n?" Liane asked, grabbing her car keys. Antibiotics had rendered her the designated driver. You shook your head and pulled her to one side. You made her swear to keep quiet, and told her you wouldn't be coming back with her.. and why.

"Oh my god you're fucking with me??" She shrieked and you punched her arm.

"Shh!! Don't say a word Liane please, we're taking it slow, see how it goes.."

"You absolute legend - go have fun I'll sort the kids out in the morning back on the coach. Call me tomorrow okay, I wanna know EVERYTHING!" She kissed your cheek and grinned at you, before heading off to drive back to the hotel.

Two hands snaked around your waist, lips against your neck. You went to pull away before noticing it was only the two of you and a few of the cast left in the room.

"You coming y/n?"

"I'd better be."

[1littleshippergirl1]

Teachers have lives, too

Percy/Oliver

Modern AU with magic. Teacher AU. Zoom style

Prompt 23 (I think) from my challenge: secret relationship

My first and only Percy/Oliver fic. Hope y'all enjoy it!

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"What, no robes?" Oliver raised his eyebrows when Percy came out of their bedroom dressed in one of Oliver's muggle style t-shirts and casual trousers instead of strictly adhering to the dress code of wearing his teaching robes like he'd set upon himself to do since the start of online school.

"I didn't feel like it," Percy shrugged as he took a much needed gulp of tea. Swallowing, he added, "It's Friday and I doubt the kids will care."

Oliver propped himself up on the countertop by his elbows, simply adoring the way his shirt highlighted the muscles that his boyfriend was adamant didn't exist. "You're staring," Percy remarked idly.

"can't help it. You're irresistible, love."

Percy scoffed, but Oliver saw that tiny smile appear when he made to turn around. Grinning, he maneuvered around the counter to sneak his arms around the red-head's waist, pressing a kiss to his temple. "We should take the day off," he murmured into his ear. "Tell Minerva we're both sick."

"Much as I would simply love to," Percy turned to face him, "we can't and you know that." He moved away and Oliver sighed dramatically.

"Don't see why we have to keep it a secret, Perce."

Percy shrugged again. "I don't want our private life aired out for everyone. You know how nosy the kids are."

"I know how nosy Phoebe is," Oliver chuckled as Percy snorted and rolled his eyes.

Phoebe Wren was one of Hogwart's newest students, a Gryffindor and a complete and utter chatterbox. She had no qualms about asking personal questions or blurting out whatever came to mind, no matter how embarrassing it was to the other person. She was a nice enough girl, a real sweetheart but that mouth of hers needed controlling.

"Didn't she ask you to take off your shirt so she could see if that rumor about you having a tattoo was true or not?"

Percy groaned good naturedly. "Don't remind me. I've yet to figure out who even started that ridiculous rumor."

Oliver's eyes dropped and a broad, yet sheepish grin came across his face. "Well-"

Percy's jaw dropped but he was smiling as well and choked out laughter. "You didn't."

"In my defense," Oliver chuckled, "I was bored and Phoebe was willing to listen."

"You should be ashamed of yourself, spreading rumors like a third year," Percy had a sparkle of mischievousness and playfully swatted Oliver's bum.

"I should be," Oliver agreed, smiling cheekily. "But I'm not."

Percy rolled his eyes good naturedly and opened up his computer. "Quiet, now,' he ordered mildly. "I don't want her hearing you."

Phoebe had a tendency to bring up irrelevant subjects in class that had absolutely nothing to do with the lesson. Other times she was late to another class because she stayed on chat with Percy to talk about anything and everything she wholeheartedly believed he needed to know. So, being that she was in his first hour of the day, he let her get on early so she could get everything out of the way ahead of time.

In a very unPrecy like manner, he curled up on the couch, with his feet facing one way and the computer resting on his lap. He clicked on Zoom, waiting for his students to sign on. In the meantime, Oliver moved Percy's legs, raising them up a bit and sat down, laying them on top of his upper thighs. The redhead raised his eyebrows but his boyfriend merely smiled innocently.

He didn't buy it one bit.

Oliver began to gently rub Percy's legs, massaging them. The redhead would be lying if he said it didn't feel good. "I know what you're trying to do," Percy closed his eyes.

"I'm just giving you a massage, love," Oliver momentarily passed, grabbing Percy's hand to press a kiss to his knuckles.

Quiet, Percy mouthed as Phoebe's window screen popped up. Immediately, red came into his vision. A bright red. She'd dyed the ends of her hair red with some muggle beverage. Today, she wore her hair in two knots on top of her head with the end pieces sticking upward for the world to see. She beamed as soon as she saw him, bouncing in her chair. He couldn't help but smile back. She was contagious in that aspect.

"Hello, Professor Weasley!"

"Hello, Phoebe," he said, warmly. "I trust you had a good weekend?"

"oh, yes! Unless you count my mum's mood swings. I think she's going through menopause."

"I see," Percy said as he noticed Oliver trying not to laugh and waved him off for it.

"Your mum's still around, right? Is she going through menopause, too?"

That was just something he preferred not to think about. "Remember what I said about asking inappropriate questions?"

"Yes," she nodded, more like bobbed her head up and down. "But it's not like I asked something personal."

"Actually-"

"Professor Weasley, how old are you?"

"Excuse me?" Percy raised his eyebrows.

"You're like thirty five, right?"

Percy spluttered indignantly. Oliver was laughing in one of the couch pillows to keep from being heard. "I'm not even thirty yet!"

"Really?"

"Yes," he said shortly.

"Woooow. Talk about being unlucky."

Percy pinched the bridge of his nose. He loved his job....he loved his job....he loved his students....

His thoughts were broken through by an excited squeal. "Oh my gosh! You should totally let me give you a makeover! I read this magazine and I can totally make you look twenty."

"As kind as that is," Percy lied through his teeth, "I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

She pouted.

Percy inwardly sighed in relief when the rest of the class popped up. They said their hello's and he allowed the kids a few minutes to talk before he dove into the lesson. All the while, Oliver had a free period so he stayed where he was, poking and touching Percy. First it was his knees, drawing circles on them. Then he grabbed the red-head's hand again, interlocking their fingers. When they couldn't keep it like that, Oliver's hand slithered up to Percy's bum--to what he could reach anyway--and the red-head gave him a subtle warning look.

He let out a grunt when Oliver gave it a squeeze. Oh, he was so in trouble once school was over. If it weren't for the fact he was still in charge of twenty five students, he would toss the laptop aside and tackle Oliver now. Soon, he promised himself. Right after class when he had a bit of a break.

"Professor Weasley!"

"What's he staring at?"

"I dunno."

"He looks constipated. Professor, are you constipated? I can relate. See just the other day-"

"No, Phoebe," he said, cutting her off. "I'm fine. Sorry everyone, just spaced out for a moment."

Discreetly, he mouthed to Oliver, this is all your fault

Oliver looked pleased.

Percy rolled his eyes.

"Professor, I was thinking about something."

"Yes, Phoebe?" He said, warily.

"You totally need a date!"

He spluttered. "Excuse me?"

Some of his students snickered and giggled.

"Men your age need that companionship. And the sex. Unless you're like a virgin," she said with a thoughtful expression. "Are there virgins at your age? Oooh, if not you could be the world's oldest virgin! Do wizards have a record book? Muggles do. I think you get money for it...."

Oliver's face was fairly red now from trying to refrain from laughing out loud.

He sighed heavily. He did not get paid enough for this job. "That is inappropriate to ask-"

"Do you fancy anyone? I could totally set you up. I've seen a gazillion rom coms. I know what to do!"

Percy checked the time. No he couldn't leave yet. He sat up straighter, figuring that if he started the lesson now, he could salvage what was left of the time.

And his dignity.

Suddenly, someone--Phoebe, of course-- let out a gasp.

" Professor, you're wearing Professor Wood's shirt!"

Percy's head snapped down to look at it. It wasn't anything distinctive that could be traced back to his boyfriend. Nothing about Puddlemere or how much of a fanatic he was (he'd gotten a shirt like that as a gift for Oliver's birthday once). Just a plain olive green shirt. How did she-

Oliver was surprised too.

"How do you know?" One of his other students demanded.

"isn't it obvious? He's worn it before."

"You also said it makes his muscles pop," someone else pointed out.

Shamelessly, Phoebe agreed and added, "No offense, Professor Weasley, but that looks hideous on you. That is so not your color."

"It's a good thing I have you, Phoebe. Otherwise I might have worn the bloody thing outside," Percy deadpanned.

She nodded vigorously in agreement. Then something seemed to click in her mind. "Oh my gosh!" She let out another squeal. "Do you guys know what this means?!"

Her classmates simply blinked.

"If Professor Weasley is wearing Professor Wood's shirt....they must be together or something!"

Alarm was clouded over Percy's face. He was rendered speechless at how she'd figured it out. Oliver jumped to his feet and came around to the camera on the laptop so the kids could see him. "Hey, kids," he waved.

"No way!" Phoebe exclaimed excitedly. "Hi Professor Wood! I can't believe you hooked up with our History professor. This is so cool! Everyone thinks you're both hot. This is like double hot....like fire!"

Both men regarded her with amusement.

"I feel like I should warn you, Professor Wood, that if you break Professor Weasley's heart, there's gonna be problems."

"Oh?"Oliver chuckled.

Phoebe nodded. "He's the nicest professor ever and if you make him cry just know I'm good with a knife."

"I have no intention of breaking Perc-Professor Weasley's heart," Oliver reassured her and kissed Percy on the forehead. The girls awwed and the boys grumbled about how gross it was.

Percy was grinning broadly. He'd been wrong about all this. Perhaps they didn't need to hide in the first place.

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After class was over with, Percy placed the laptop on the floor and laid on the couch with Oliver on top of him, his head resting on his chest. The red-head threaded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, craning at his neck at times to nuzzle him.

"Do you regret telling them?" Oliver murmured.

"No," Percy decided, dropping a kiss on Oliver's soft hair. "Not one bit."

"Me either."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Even if you are the world's oldest virgin."

"Oh shut up!"

[goosedawn]

original artwork: [x]

how did i put this together? find out... under the cut!

with a lot of difficulty.

joking aside lets get into it! i... gave up on uploading the speedpaint because both tumblr and youtube werent responding to me but if you would REALLY like to see it i can figure something out ;P

The steps may not entirely be in order, but I tried to keep this as simple and as streamlined as possible because otherwise I will just. Keep Going.

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Usually when I start drawing I already have a composition in mind, and would just sketch out something like the image on the right side. Regardless, I started out with a few criteria:

- tiny bench trio in the rain

- leaf umbrellas

- tommy getting distracted by the rain and ending up with tubbo getting dripped on

- teal-blue colour scheme

At first I had planned a longer composition with two umbrellas, but I liked the idea of all 3 of them stuck under one leaf!

INITIAL SKETCHES

I used the thumbnail sketch I had done to guide my larger sketch, adding in more details and the background.

Since I tend to draw over multiple sessions and/or get distracted by drawing something else while working, I like to leave little notes for myself! I also just use them to lament over difficult things sometimes though shdjfbsjbf

Personally I like to sketch each character on their own layer with a different colour so its easy to identify who's who, and it makes it easier to seperate certain areas if I'm not sure if I want to redraw them (e.g. Tommy's boots, Ranboo's raincoat)

I also tend to do the same when lining characters and/or different items or background layers, as seen in the next image on the left!

CLEANUP

I ended up filling in the colours for the characters first just because I didn't want to worry about erasing lines behind the characters :'D

Around this point I also added a dark blue background at the very base layer to catch any areas I may miss when colouring!

FLATS

Fill/Bucket tool my beloved. Especially when I use the pixel/digital pen, it is a lifesaver.

When putting down the colours for the background, I kept to using 3 colours/distinct shades so the foliage would have better contrast and be easier to see, while also not varying too far from each other.

I also added small gradients like blushes over faces and hands, and some gradients in the background to add some depth.

I tend to do each colour on a seperate layer, so I can adjust each part until I'm satisfied with it, then I merge them all into one (e.g. Tommy's colours are all on one layer in the end, but his jacket and pants were different initially). The same goes for the plants in the background!

SHADING/LIGHTING

I tend to draw shadows first on a Multiply layer and then go back and do all the lighting in a seperate Add layer.

The lighting, as is everything else was also split into foreground/middle/background. I use one main lighting layer with low opacity, and then go back on another layer with a blurry/soft brush to add some light gradients on both shadow and light layers.

RANBOOS JACKET

When rendering plastic I like to make it Super Shiny. So, I used around 3 layers with cell shading/lighting, all layered on top of each other with various opacities.

For some reason I also decided instead of making the base raincoat transparent, i was just going to draw over the top to emulate transparency...? It worked the way I wanted anyway, so I can't complain ;P

RAINDROPS

Raindrops! Straight up I just searched up "arietty rain" and stared at Ghibli screenshots until I figured out what was going on. I put a lot of thought into where the raindrops would sit (e.g. the leaf at back on the right is bent, and raindrops would gather in that crease) as well as trying not to overwhelm the piece.

OVERLAYS/VFX

I actually set up the overlays a lot earlier, but this is the best way to showcase the difference they make. There are 2 seperate overlays in images 2 and 3 (marked above), one being just for the background, and another over the entire image.

The overlay shown in 3 was added as soon as I started colouring, so I could get an idea of what everything would look like as I went along.

The fog in the second row of images was done with a blurry/soft brush at low opacity on another Add layer! Some parts of the fog are thicker than others.

REFLECTIONS

The box in the bottom right explains it all really. I also replicated Ranboo and Tubbo's legs in the puddles, but they are mostly covered up by other leaves. They are still there though!

For the water I also ended up erasing some of the middle, to make it seem deeper/more realistically like water. Once again this can be attributed to Ghibli rain puddles.

MORE VFX

The left column of images is focused on the raindrops, while the right is just smaller details, adjusting contrasts and adding a slight vignette. In each of the raindrop images I've drawn arrows pointing out particularly clear examples of what I added!

1. The raindrops are ever so slightly opaque, with a highlight opposite to the very shiny white glint.

2. I added shadows (2 Multiply layers) one with sharp cell shading, and that same layer copied and blurred slightly.

3. I went back with a blurry/soft brush and added some shadows INSIDE the drops, just to add some contrast and make them pop a little more. Give them a little more depth.

I... forgot to draw in the highlighted areas. But if you look to the left of Ranboo's head you can see the background is slightly darker in the second/final image! I added areas like that through the background just to give a little extra contrast/depth!

And DONE! :D

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After finishing this piece I do think there are some things I want to change/improve on next time (e.g. Tommy's posing/positioning, maybe trying more realistic leaf shape/s, amongst other things) but I'm very happy with how it turned out!! :D

If you read all the way down to here, thank you for taking the time to do so!! Please let me know if you would like to see more of these, and if there is anything in particular you want to see me cover ^^

I've never done this before so if you have any feedback/thoughts they are much appreciated <3

[divinerulerluvr]

Let Me Violate You

Summary - in 1985 after taking some funny coke at a recording studio, she finds herself at the Cortez and meets Mr. James Patrick March only to meet her fate, as well

Warnings - smut (duh), bondage, coercion, murder, bondage, drugs, power kink, james is a dom per ush, idk its very dark dare i say

Words - 2.7k

Inspired by the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails ;)

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The world was blurry as i stumbled into a random hotel in Downtown LA. I had been recording a new song at the studio just a few minutes away and the idiots i work with gave me some fucked up coke and now here i am, barely lucid and tripping out of my mind.

Leaning against the receptionist counter for support, i look up to the woman who reads a book. She peers at me over it, a certain look of disappointment in her eyes as she sets it down. “I-I would like a room,” i ask, blinking quickly.

“Fifteen dollars for the night,” she says flatly. I give her a twenty, too high to care about change. She smiles at me before standing up and grabbing a key from the wall and handing it to me. The key had a ‘64’ chain on it.

“Room sixty-four. Sixth floor,”

I nod before stumbling to the elevator, getting to the sixth floor, and walking through the halls until i got to room 64. Unlocking the door, i push it open and walk into the large suite. Going straight to the bed, i lay back on it with an exasperated sigh.

I am too high for this.

Staring at the ceiling that looks like it was twirling and twisting, i feel eyes on me. Sitting up, my eyes glance around the room. My eyes land on a man who stands at the end of the bed, a cigarette in his hand.

I jump, trying to confirm whether he was real or not with the state i was in. “W-Who are you?” i stutter nervously, my eyes wide with fear. The man smiles, drawing at his cigarette to build some sort of anticipation.

“I should be asking who are you? This is my suite,” he says in return, his voice coated with a thick 20’s accent. He was an attractive man. His dark hair was styled perfectly and in the dark of the room i could make out his sharp jawline and piercing eyes.

“I paid for this room,” i argue, confused to who this strange man is.

He grins a predatory and evil grin that made my stomach twist. “Would you like a drink?” he offers, ignoring the previous conflict. “I’d like you to get out of my room,” i bite back. He turns his back to me, pouring something into a glass.

Turning back to face me, he extends a glass of the drink to me. “No need to be so rude, darling,” he advises, his head tilted patronizingly. He takes a slow step towards me, his eyes dead on mine. Swallowing thickly, i accept the drink.

Suspiciously, i drink from the glass. The alcohol burned down my throat and the drugs already in me didn’t help. Finding it wasn’t poisoned, i chugged the rest of it down.

He sips from his own glass, his eyes never leaving mine. “Who are you?” i ask yet again. “James March,” he replies simply. I just nod, finding that i had this strange fuzzy feeling in my mouth.

I had already finished the drink he’d offered and it was too late to go back. I had jinxed the fact that it was drugged. Because i know what being drugged feels like.

Before i could do anything, i was out like a fucking light.

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I woke up after god knows how long. I felt rope rubbing my wrists raw and rope that kept my feet tied to the bed. Panic fills me as i look around the room frantically. It was that James guy who fucking drugged me and fuck knows what he’s going to do to me.

I breathe out quietly, trying to calm myself as i pull at the ropes that keep my arms tied apart to either post of the bedframe. I was in a starfish position, rendering me completely helpless.

“You really should never take a drink from a stranger, my sweet Y/n,” i hear James’ voice say from beside me, startling me at his sudden appearance. “Fuck off. Let me go,” i complain, glaring up at him.

He chuckles, reaching his hand down and petting my hair. I recoil from his touch, my heart beating quicker than if i was on acid. He notices my reaction to his touch, a look of anger crossing his face right before he slaps me.

Not a playful smack, either. A real smack. It stung my cheek, a groan leaving my lips. He exhales sharply, his ominously black eyes glaring at me with disgust. “I think you forget who’s the one tied up and the one who did the tying,” he says, walking away from me.

I still fight against the ropes, my wrists burning like hell. I was lucky i was still clothed. But with this man, i wasn’t sure what he wanted from me.

“Why are you doing this?” i ask him, watching as he takes off his belt. My heart jumps, my thighs instinctually trying to push together but failing due to my position. He glances up at me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“You were just so beautiful, dear. I had to have you for myself,” he says with a charismatic smile. His white button-down sits loosely on his shoulders, exposing his toned chest and abs to me. “That’s fucking creepy,” i scoff, watching his every move with precision.

He shrugs. “I think it’s romantic. When i’m done, you’ll never leave the confines of this hotel again,” he counters.

“Yeah right,” i mumble to myself, moving around on the bed still trying to free myself from the bonds keeping me at his mercy. He glares at me. “You have a horrible habit of talking back,” he points out, running his hand up my bare leg and playing with the hem of my skirt.

I swallow thickly, a dull heartbeat growing between my legs as his soft touch trails further up my leg and under my skirt. His hand cold but his touch was warm. Bunching up my skirt, his eyes fall onto my black panties.

“Maybe i should do something about it, hm?”

Keeping quiet, my cheeks burn in embarrassment as his eyes rake over my bare legs. He walks away from me, retrieving something from a drawer and coming back to me with it in hand. He presents a ball gag and i feel my breathing pick up.

Placing the pink plastic ball of the gag in my mouth, James buckles the strap around my head and i could feel myself lose every last ounce of power i had.

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a hand knife and placing it to the waistband of my skirt. In one fluid motion, he cuts it into two pieces and tears it off of me. He does the same to the top i wore, shredding it and discarding it carelessly.

His eyes fall on my now bare chest. I never wore bras. Softly, he runs his fingers over my breasts, enjoying how my skin breaks out into goosebumps at his feather-light touch. He runs his hand down my stomach, feeling how i pant with anticipation.

Cutting off my panties, i was completely exposed to him. He sees how wet i am, a proud smirk spreading on his lips. “I’ve barely even touched your pretty body yet, doll. And yet look at this,” he taunts, running his finger through my slick folds.

I whimper, my hips bucking back at the sensation of his touching me. He uses his free hand to hold down my hips, keeping me flat on the bed. “I thought you didn’t want this,” he teases, his eyes admiring my naked body.

Unable to speak, i just furrow my brows pathetically. He smiles, enjoying how mindless i look. He rubs slow and teasing circles over my clit, his touch gentle as he stimulates me.

Weak moans leave my lips but are ultimately silenced by the gag in my mouth. My legs tremble slightly as i occasionally jolt with pleasure. He was giving me the bare minimum but it felt so fucking good.

Spit falls from the corner of my mouth, my eyes watering with the pain of him only touching me lightly. I could see the bulge in his pants and i knew i was in for quite the night. Men like him didn’t like vanilla sex. I would know. I’m in a goddamn rock band and it’s the eighties.

His hand leaves between my legs and instead uses his already wet fingers to wipe the spit that had left my mouth. His dark eyes meet mine as he returns his hand to my pussy, this time pushing his middle finger into me.

I arch my back, my head pressed into the pillow i lay on as i feel his finger curl inside of me. Not caring, he pushes a second finger into me and starts an even rhythm of finger fucking me

My whimpers sound pathetic and tears fill my eyes. I beg internally for more pleasure. But i was unable to actually ask for it which i knew was his entire point. I was wetter than i’ve ever been before. His fingers were like heaven inside of me.

His palm every once in a while grazes my clit, making my body shudder from the brief stimulation. “Look at you. How pitiful you are,” he degrades, his eyes taking in the way my eyes water and how a squirm on the bed.

“Little girls like you need to be taught a lesson,” he clicks his tongue, his fingers slowing down from their rhythm before he pulls them out. I groan at the loss, my eyes locked on his. “They need to be put to good use, for once,”

I watch with doe eyes as he throws off his shirt and takes off his pants. He gets on top of me, staring at me like i was prey and he was a starving predator. “You look positively beautiful tied to my bed," he compliments, caressing my hot cheek.

“To be fair, it is also very beautiful to watch you squirm with pleasure, my pet,” he says with a grin, repositioning so he was kneeling between my legs. He runs his hand up my stomach, reaching my breasts and massaging them. Giving special attention to my sensitive nipples.

His clothed boner rubs against my sensitive pussy, making me want him even more. My hands pull against their restraints, causing the red marks on my wrist to hurt more. He sees this, noticing how raw my skin was. “You know better than that,” he tsks, trailing his hand down my body and running it along my leg.

I didn’t know how to convey to him that i wanted him to absolutely destroy me, so instead, i just push myself against him, grinding my hips against his clothed dick.

He smirks, pushing my hips flat against the bed to stop me. “Patience, my pet,” he warns, feeling every inch of my naked body with a tender and almost caring touch. My eyes fall shut in irritation, trying to just enjoy his teasing touches that continue to lead me on.

His hand runs up my thigh, following the curve of my body and stopping at my neck where he lightly wraps his hand around it. I whimper, knowing full well he could feel my pulse against his hand.

“Do you think you’ve earned the privilege of pleasure?” he questions, his eyes dark with lust. I nod rapidly, my pussy practically hurting due to the lack of stimulation. He smiles, tightening his grip on my neck so he’s squeezing the sides.

His hand leaves my neck and i watch as he pulls off his boxers. Getting excited, i let him pull me down to meet him, the ropes pulled tautly and rubbing on my ligature marks even more. The sting was damn near unbearable but the pain would soon be forgiven.

Without mercy, he pushes himself into me. I cry out, my pitiful cries muted by the gag. It hurt. Of course it did. I may have been wet, but his dick was too big to just pull that shit. My nails dig into my palms as he bottoms out in me, his tip pressed into my g-spot deliciously.

The tears in my eyes fall down my cheeks, causing black streaks to trace down my face in the trail of the tears. I pull my hips back a little, his dick hitting unmarked territory inside me. He places his hands on my hips, pulling them down even closer to him as a way to punish me.

The ropes were now extremely painful. He pulls his hips back and starts fucking me rough without warning and especially without care. The pain quickly blossomed into pleasure. His hands dig into the flesh of my hips as he holds me steady so he can use and abuse me.

His hair had fallen out of its pristine style. A curl falling in front of his face as his eyes took in my body as he destroyed it. Soft grunts and groans would leave his lips, his thrusting pace harsh and deep.

If there wasn’t a gag in my mouth, i’d be so fucking loud right now.

He uses one of his hands and slithers it up my body, dragging some of the spit on my face down my chin and neck. His eyes lock on mine, a sort of animalistic starvation in them. He felt so good that i thought i would cum right now.

I wanted to touch him. To run my hands down his back and pull his hair. But then again, i couldn’t. Because i was tied up. Powerless. I knew his game and i knew it well. But i also fucking love the game.

My walls contract around him and i can already predict his reaction. He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips just a bit as to pull me back from the edge of an orgasm. I groan, my eyes falling shut and my head laying back.

He reaches and grabs my neck, startling my eyes open. “I want you to watch me use you, darling,” he instructs. I have no choice but to obey. My eyes trail down his toned torso to where he fucks me roughly.

It was so hot. Watching him go in and out of me. My wetness coating my pussy and even his dick. How you could see how deep he was hitting inside me due to the way my stomach pushes out in sync with each snap of his hips.

My eyes water even more, making it hard to keep them open to watch the scene before me. “Be a good girl for me and listen to my instructions,” he comments, noticing how my blinks got longer with each close of my eyes.

I try my best, my eyes flicking up to meet his. His hand that was around my neck moves to my pussy, rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb. I shudder, my entire body writhing at the new sensation.

The pleasure got to the point where i couldn’t take it anymore.

I attempt to pull my hips back, my body overwhelmed with pleasure to the point where it is borderline painful. “Uh uh,” he hums, reaching his hand up and smacking my cheek hard enough to make the previous mark sting even more.

With a dull cry, i stop trying to resist and give up every last ounce of power i had left to him, letting my body go limp so he could have his way with me.

He uses this to his advantage, fucking me harder than before. My breasts bounce with each merciless thrust, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as the mix between his touch on my clit and how he fucks me brings me to an orgasm.

Surprisingly, he lets me have my orgasm. My ears ring and i can feel every single drop of blood that runs through my veins. All my senses were heightened as he fucks me through my orgasm. With my eyes closed, i feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I open my eyes to see he had stabbed me, a proud look on his face. I begin to bleed as he removes the knife from my chest. “Now you’ll be with me forever. Like i said,” he comments as i feel his cum fill me up.

He collapses on top of me, my blood coating his pale skin as i take my last breath.

And i was dead.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon: Let’s break up on the 30th of February

This work, 我们 2月30日号分手吧, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

Every failed prank pulled on Victor has only served to embolden you. Once again, you’ve come up with an idea on how to challenge him.

“Victor. After giving it much thought, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February.” Exercising your acting skills, you bite your lower lip, standing before him with a pitiful expression. Your eyes are welling with tears as you pretend to be torn between reluctance and resoluteness.

“Mm,” Victor responds simply.

Without lifting his head, he circles some data on your proposal with a red pen, then draws a cross.

Hold on, why is this situation turning out different from what you imagined? Wasn’t he supposed to tug on your hand, begging you not to leave with reddened eyes? Turns out the television dramas lied!

You gripe, pinching his ear. “You actually responded with just a ‘mm’!”

“What else?” He creates some distance between himself and the desk, giving you more space to move. Resigned, he covers his hand over yours, rescuing his poor ear from your clutches. 

“Do you not love me anymore? As expected, men don’t know how to treasure what they’ve obtained!” You lunge at him, and the chair swivels backwards along with this action. Fortunately, Victor holds you before you fall.

“Didn’t you say it yourself?” After keeping you steady, he brings you into his arms.

Enraged, you give him glare, climbing up from his body and giving him an angry stomp on the foot. “Who was the one who said he’d never leave me? Now that I want a break up, you aren’t even trying to make me stay.”

Victor’s brows scrunch up in pain. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the 30th of February doesn’t exist?” 

Seeing that your plot has been unravelled, you chuckle in embarrassment. Trying to placate him, you nuzzle into his arms. “Heheh, Teacher Victor is really smart!”

He encircles his arm around your waist. As though he’s forgiving a playful child for the umpteenth time, he pinches your waist as a small punishment. “Since a certain someone doesn’t have sufficient IQ, I’ll have to make up for her absence of IQ.”

“Victor, there’s no need for personal attacks!

[ GAVIN ] 

Having an off day from work, the two of you decide to stay at home instead of heading out.

He’s currently reading a book while you’re scrolling on your phone as usual. All of a sudden, you come across a pretty interesting prank, and decide to use it on Gavin. “Gavin, let’s break up on the 30th of February.

Gavin freezes, the arm around your shoulders loosening by quite a fair amount. He turns his head stiffly towards you, a dash of pain flashing in his dimming amber eyes. “Have you... thought it through?”

“I have. We’ll break up on the 30th of February.” You give him a nod of certainty.

Gavin retracts his right hand which was around you earlier. With his brows tightly knit, he speaks carefully, his tone filled with unease. “Then... before you find someone who can protect you, could I continue protecting you in the meantime?”

Oh my goodness, I forgot how honest this man could be.

“Gav, look at the calendar.” Knowing that you’ve gone too far, you hurriedly tap open the calendar app on your phone.

“I’m not looking! I know that it’s the 26th of February today, and there are four more days till the 30th.” Gavin cranes his neck away, pushing away the phone you’ve brought to him, tone slightly upset. If he had ears on the top of his head, they’d definitely be drooping.

“Why don’t you take another look?” Suppressing your laughter, you push the phone in front of him again.

“I don’t want to!” He squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re going to tell me that it’s a non-leap year, which means there’s a year and four days left. But a year passes by really quickly, and the 30th will arrive soon.”

Oh no, I’ve shocked this poor boy silly.

Not receiving a response from you even after a long time, Gavin opens his eyes to find that you’ve been rendered speechless. He lowers his head with a pout. “Am I wrong?”

With a sigh, you lift his head, giving him a gentle gaze as you explain. “Dear, it’s a non-leap year, but there are only 29 days in February even in a leap year. There will never be a 30th February, which is why I’ll never break up with you in this lifetime.”

“...”

Gavin blinks, reacting only after a long while. Reaching out to encase you back into his arms, his fluffy hair nuzzles the crook of your neck affectionately. “You gave me a scare. In compensation, go stargazing with me tonight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

The bathroom is always the easiest place for inspiration to strike.

“Lucien, I’ve made a decision. I’ll break up with you on the 30th of February.” Your expression is solemn as you step out of the bathroom, looking at Lucien as he reads a book.

The light in Lucien eyes dim, and he sets down the book. With a mellow tone, he asks, “Little Butterfly, are you serious?”

You nod, repeating yourself once more with the acting skills you’ve picked up from actors during filming. “I’m serious. We’ll break up on 30th February.”

Lucien pauses for a moment, then lowers his head in thought. The situation dawns on him, and he releases a sigh, casting you a resigned glance. Tugging on your hand so that you sit in front of the dressing table, he takes out the hair dryer and dries your hair slowly. “Sorry. Even though I know there won’t be a 30th February, I won’t agree to it.”

“Huh? Why not?” You turn your head, speaking loudly amid the whirring wind. “Since you’ve already figured it out, just play along with me!”

He pats your half-dried hair, then turns the hair dryer off. Then, he locates the styling brush and tidies your hair. “I don’t wish for us to be tainted by the term ‘break up’, even if the chances of that happening is zero.”

Lucien is indeed pretty sensitive when it comes to this matter. Realising this, you obediently sit still on the chair like an elementary school kid, leaving him to tidy your hair. “Okay okay, I was in the wrong. I won’t joke about such things next time. Also, I can promise that the butterfly will never leave her painter in this lifetime.”

“Good.” The corners of Lucien’s lips curl upwards, satisfied. 

He picks up the hair dryer again. “Since you’ve admitted your mistake, your punishment will be to make me cream puffs, and accompany me to class tomorrow, in the capacity of a family member.”

[ KIRO ]

Once again catching Kiro red-handed as he steals your snacks, you grab a fistful of his hair angrily. “Kiro, since you’re always taking my snacks, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February!” 

“Miss Chips, you saw that post too?” Kiro completely ignores the first half of your sentence. As though lacking even a shred of remorse, he places your favourite snack back in its original position, unable to hide it in time. He stands up obediently, the innocent expression on his face causing your anger to dissipate.

“Huh? You already know about it?”

“Of course. There’s nothing Kiro doesn’t know!” Being able to escape unscathed, Kiro’s imaginary tail wags in the air.

You roll your eyes, chasing him away from the snack cupboard. “Boring.”

“But Miss Chips, let’s not say such things in the future. I’ll admit that I was a little frightened earlier.” He lifts his hand, showing you a gap between his thumb and forefinger. “But just a little.”

“Really! Did I really scare you?” Pleasantly surprised, you turn around. 

Kiro arches his brows in astonishment, then lowers his head as though upset. “Miss Chips, what’s with that excited expression?”

“Ever since we returned from the haunted house, I’ve always wanted to give you a fright, then snap photographs of your expression and make them into memes,” you laugh, taking out a small box from your pocket. Retrieving the lock from within, you clasp it onto the snack cupboard under Kiro’s shocked gaze.

“Miss Chips!!”

On that day, all the citizens within 10km distance had a discussion online about how they heard a man mimicking the voice of superstar Kiro, but his tone sounded so miserable that it was akin to a squealing pig awaiting its demise.

[ SHAW ]

After who knows how many times of facing Shaw’s mockery, you decide to give him a scare by employing a new prank you learnt on the web.

“Shaw, I’m ending our relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend on the 30th of February!” 

Shaw’s eyes flit to you leisurely as he grabs the final chicken cutlet on the coffee table. Revealing a triumphant grin, he begs to be punched as he responds, “Pick another day. There won’t be a 30th February in your lifetime.”

???

Finding this incredulous, your eyes widen. “You little brat - you’re looking forward to the end of our relationship, aren't you?”

“I wouldn't say that I’m ‘looking forward’ to it, but it’s inevitable.” 

He doesn’t explain further, licking the corners of his lips. Then, he takes a sip of mixed cola from your coke. The longer you watch him, the more enraged you are. It’s often said that people tend to lose their rationality when angry. Without much thought, the words in your head leap out of your mouth.

“Fine! Since you’re so certain, I’ll end this relationship with your annoying eggplant head today!”

“Sure.” Shaw feels around in his pocket.

You turn around to leave, never wanting to see this eggplant head ever again.

“Hey, wait.” He suddenly calls you. “I haven’t gotten my household register.”

Puzzled, you turn around with a glare. “A break up is just a break up. Why do you need your household register?”

Shaw stares at you as though he’s looking at a blockhead. “We’re ending our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, so isn’t the next step to start our relationship as husband and wife?”

At this stage, it’s difficult to remain angry. Yet, in order to preserve some dignity, you stutter and stammer, face flushed. “W-who even wants to start a relationship as husband and wife with you!”

“Who else but you?” Shaw digs through the drawer, retrieving both of your household registers. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you out of the house. “Let’s go and get a marriage license.”

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[duskholland]

Getting His Fill | Mob!Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ you’ve been a brat all day, and Tom’s had enough.

requested ↠ yep, twice! similar concepts were suggested both by an anon and @a-singleboat, so I combined them.

warnings ↠ this is really quite hardcore. includes d/s dynamic, elements of bdsm, mean dom!Tom, c*ckwarming, bondage, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected MxF rough sex, dirty/filthy talk, angry Tom, cursing, mob-related themes? aka -- pls pls pls don’t read if rough stuff freaks you out.

a/n ↠ I’m starting up a new thing which I’m gonna call Mob Mondays... aka, every Monday I’m gonna try to post something mob!Tom related, and it will probably be filthy. all the oneshots are based within the same universe, but you can read the pieces as stand-alones. feel free to send me suggestions or concepts for mob!Tom and I’ll see if I can incorporate them in the future :) until then --- happy reading (and don’t forget to wrap before ya tap!)

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

You know you’re being a brat. You’ve been acting like a spoilt, entitled bitch all day, but you’re not going to stop until you get exactly what you want, and Tom knows that.

It had started this morning. You’d woken up to Tom’s head between your legs, his thick curls tickling your inner thighs. He’d teased you, his brown eyes meeting yours mischievously as he’d nuzzled his nose up against your covered clit, the hard pressure to your silky lingerie making you whine and buck your hips. He didn’t stop his teasing until you were so flushed and breathless that the entire front of your panties were soaked through and you were practically begging just to get him to touch you. And you’d almost got it. Just as Tom had dragged his hot tongue over the front of your panties, his phone had started to ring, and he’d left you high and dry, fisting at the satin sheets as he’d swept from the room with a lingering, don’t you fucking dare that rendered you immobilised.

He hadn’t come back, and when the house started to fill with the sounds of his men arriving for work, you’d given up on waiting and got on with your day. But the ache between your legs has persisted, and it really doesn’t help that Tom’s been avoiding you ever since.

Now it’s early afternoon, and you’ve decided you can’t wait on him to come to you - you’re just going to have to bait him into finishing the job. You’re so horny it feels like your skin is on fire and your body longs for him in a way that puts you on edge. Tom rarely leaves you hanging, and it’s a sensation you can’t stand. And you know he’s busy, but you don’t really care as you slip on one of his favourite dresses and go to cause trouble. It’s a silky little number that skims the tops of your thighs as you walk down the hallway, and it draws the attention of his men as you walk into the open reception hall where Tom’s hosting a few guests. But if Tom notices, he doesn’t show it. In fact, he pays you no attention beyond a fleeting glance as you enter the room, and you’re forced to make polite small-talk with some of the guards until you notice Tom’s at a break in conversation and seize the opening.

You’re not shy as you approach. There’s no need to be. Everyone in the room answers to Tom, and you’re his, so that leaves you invincible. You know he can sense you approaching, but he doesn’t do anything, even when you’ve swaggered up to stand right behind him. Infuriatingly, he just pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling through his emails as you run a hand over his toned back, pressing your chin on the flat of his shoulders as you peer down at his hands. His fingers are slim and long, and you find yourself gulping as memories of intimate times pass behind your eyelids.

“Baby,” you try. You dig your fingers beneath the crisp collar of his shirt, giving you the perfect leverage to tilt his neck and expose his pale, sensitive skin. You press a few wet, open-mouthed kisses to him, grinning as you feel him stiffen.

But much to your irritation, Tom keeps his eyes fixed firmly on his phone, even as your mouth goes up to tease his ear, your tongue flicking gently over his lobe before you leave another hot kiss just behind it. “Pay attention to me,” you whine. You run your hands down the sides of his shirt, twisting your fingers up and around to his front, and you’re so close to snatching his phone away when he pulls away, turning around to finally look at you.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” Tom crosses his toned arms over his chest, his stature pulled wide and domineering, and you swallow deeply as he stares at you intently, eyes dark and firm. His hair is styled up and away from his face, looking smooth and slick in the way you like it, and you find yourself biting down on your lower lip as you admire him. “I’m busy.”

Your lips roll into a pout. “Not too busy for me.” You step closer, pressing your hand to his shoulder as you lean up to his ear again, whispering hotly. “You left me hanging this morning. ‘S not fair.”

Tom’s sharp fingers briefly dig into your waist as he pushes you away, your hands falling back to your sides as your frown deepens. A whine slips from your mouth as you glare at him, the sight of his jaw pulled tight only causing you to grow more aroused. Wanting to test him, you try to get closer, your entire body burning to feel him again, but he just steps back teasingly.

“Not fair, huh?” Tom taunts, his voice pulled lower and drier. Your mood dips as you realise he’s feeling mean. And sometimes you love that side of Tom - the part of him that pins you down and edges you until you’re a wet, slippery mess, and grips your chin as he spits obscenities in your ear - but today, you’re so fucking desperate to have him touching you that it’s enough to ruin the playfulness you’d had spinning between your ears as you’d walked in. “Don’t come in here and act like I owe you anything, love.” He glances down at the leather watch strapped to his wrist. “I’m too busy for this. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

A shiver passes down your spine as he looks at you firmly, his expression saying try me. And you know you should leave the room and let him continue to mingle with his partners, but his husky tone and the way he’s staring at you like you’re just a bratty bitch makes the ache between your legs worsen. You’d stopped wearing panties around the house as soon as you’d moved in because Tom has such a habit of ripping them off, and now it’s come to bite you in the back as you feel your throbbing cunt begin to drip, your slick wetting the insides of your thighs.

“Please,” you beg, letting your teeth catch your lower lip again. You widen your eyes and stare at him pleadingly, and you know your interaction is being watched by the other men in the room, but you’re too distracted to care. “Tom, baby- I need you-“

“And I need you to leave before you cause a scene.” He steps closer and brings a hand up, his fingers briefly cupping your cheek as he stares at you firmly, eyes slightly softer. “Stop being a needy brat, sweetheart. I’ll deal with you later.” He brushes the flat of his thumb across your lower lip teasingly, and then he’s pulled back and it’s as if he’d never touched you.

Knowing your cue, you begrudgingly turn and dramatically walk from the room, feeling him watching you and the way you swing your hips as you get further and further away.

But you don’t give up there. His refusal to satisfy you is just a minor setback. For the rest of the afternoon, you lounge about in your queen sized bed and model a few of your favourite lingerie pieces, sending snap after snap to Tom. He leaves you on read, but you notice he’s opening the messages almost immediately after you’ve sent them. You already know you’re in for it later, but he gets really hot when you’ve pushed him too far and so you’re more than willing to aggravate the situation. 

You spot him around the mansion a few more times over the course of the day. Tom doesn’t ignore you, but he keeps his distance, always somehow finding a way to be just out of reach. It drives you up the wall as he ignores your stares and appears to care more about the contracts that he’s pouring over with Harrison, and your arousal only grows worse as you realise he’s doing it on purpose. Every time you look away, you feel his gaze resting on you, but he’s always turned away before you can catch him.

This frustrating game of cat and mouse continues on until 10pm, when you’re finally able to get him alone.

The mansion is quiet and his office door is shut, but a golden line of light cascades out from beneath it and you don’t hesitate to slip inside. Tom looks up from his desk as he hears the sound, his eyebrows drawing together in outrage at being interrupted, but then his gaze falls on you and he sighs deeply instead. His brown eyes drift back to his work, nimble fingers twirling a golden pen through the air as you approach him. You’ve ditched the silky dress from earlier in exchange for one of his large grey t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts, and you feel swaddled in his musky scent.

“What makes you think you can be in here?” He speaks quietly as he underlines a few lines of the contract on his desk. “The door’s shut for a reason, love.”

You walk around the front of his desk and slip up onto an open spot, the cool glass pressing against your exposed thighs. You rest your chin in your hands as you peer at him innocently. “Why are you so mean today?” You dare to ask.

Tom’s breath hitches as he slowly, slowly, tilts his head up to look at you, an expression of irritation spreading across his thin pink lips. “You think I’m being mean.” His voice lulls deeper, and it’s with a thrill of anticipation that you realise your word choice has irked him exactly like you’d intended. He reaches up to wrap his arms around your knees and pulls you until you fall into his lap. As one of his hands finds your waist, the other slides underneath your shirt and up your front. His rough thumb presses over one of your stiff nipples and you whine. “You’ve been so fucking bratty today, darling. Hm?” Tom nudges you from the crook of his shoulder and forces you to look at him, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I missed you.”

“Sure.” His hand moves away from your waist and he fists it in your hair, his eyes dancing darkly as he pulls your head to the side. “Turn up at my meeting in a dress that shows off everything, then you try to make a pass at me in front of my guys. After you finally take the fucking hint and leave me alone, you spend all afternoon sending me those photos.” Tom pauses, swallowing deeply as his brown eyes stare into yours. He looks tired, with his hair arranged looser than it was earlier, but he smells so intoxicatingly of Tom that you find yourself inching closer. He releases your hair and brushes his light touch over your cheek, fingertips gentle and contrasting the way his other hand continues to grope you under your shirt. “I’m not being mean, love, I’m trying to show you that you can’t always get what you want.”

You reach up to fist his curls, intending to use your grip to jerk him down into a steamy kiss, but Tom catches your hands, a knowing look in his eyes. He reaches back and grabs a tie from his desk, and you gasp as you realise what he’s planning to do.

“No,” you whine, shaking your head vehemently. But he just pulls your long t-shirt up and over your head and then draws your wrists together, carefully binding them with the black tie. His touch feels hot against your skin, your naked chest prickling from the sudden coolness of the air. “That’s not fair, Tommy. I wanna touch you.”

Tom presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back and raising his eyebrows. “You think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I’m going to let you have anything you want?” He reaches down and quickly pulls off your shorts, leaving your centre bare and glistening as he pulls you back into his lap. His mouth is at your neck and you whimper as he drags his lips and teeth over your skin, biting and licking over your sensitive spots as you squirm. You can feel his length through his slacks, pressing up deliciously against your aching cunt, and you grind messily against him, knowing you’re digging yourself a deeper hole, but enjoying the way Tom’s face squints pleasurably.

“Just...fuck me,” you suggest seductively. “Show me I’m yours.” Your voice is far too eager for Tom, who immediately pulls away from you. You stumble back, suddenly unbalanced as he stands from the chair, and you watch as he pulls his trousers and boxers down his legs. Your thighs clench at the sight of his flushed cock, standing tall and full against his lower stomach, his prick red and weepy. When Tom raises an eyebrow and pats his right thigh suggestively, you straddle him, hissing slightly as you wish desperately he hadn’t tied your hands together. “I need your cock, Tommy.”

He brings his hand to your face, thumb slipping into your mouth as his hot, minty breath spreads across your face. You grind down against his leg, the slight pressure causing you to gasp around his thumb, and in response, he fists your hair again.

“I don’t think you deserve to get fucked, m’love,” he murmurs, voice achingly cruel. When you pout, he just smirks. “Wouldn’t be fair, hmm? You acted like a spoilt brat all day, what did you expect was gonna happen? You’d suck me off, maybe let me tease you a little bit, then I’d fuck you?” He laughs quietly, pulling at your hair as you groan. “You’re so desperate for it. Soaking my thigh before I’ve even touched you.” He finally releases your hair and reaches down to tug at his cock. You try to speak, but the thumb in your mouth just presses your tongue down. “I’ve got some calls I need to take, but I don’t trust you to keep your fingers out of my pussy. So…”

He finally pulls his thumb from your mouth. As you gasp a deep breath, his fingers lever your hips and pull you up, and then his cock is running through your soaking slit, pressing up against your bundle of nerves in a way that makes you mewl.

“Not a sound,” he orders.

Your teeth catch your lower lip as he guides your hips down, your tight entrance stretching to take his length. It feels so good, to finally have him pressing your walls apart, and the burn makes you shake as you try to push down a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“Mm, there’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. Don’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fucking wet.” He bottoms out, his groan filling your ears as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing laboured and heavy. “Don’t move. You’re gonna sit there and keep my cock warm until I’m ready for you.”  

Tom reaches over to the desk and picks up his phone. Your forehead falls down to his shoulder as your bound hands rest between your bodies, your heart racing. You feel so full, having his cock stuffed in you completely, and it’s almost like a pleasurable method of torture. The wetness from your pulsing walls means you can feel every ridge and curve of his member, and it takes everything you have to stay still and bite back your noises.

“Hi Haz, yeah, just got a few questions about that contract from earlier…”

You bump your head against his shoulder and muffle a whine as you realise what he’s doing. Tom placates you by wrapping one of his arms around your waist, the presence anchoring you to his lap, but it also nudges you forward and causes an arc of pleasure to roll up your spine as his tip presses up against your g-spot. You sink your teeth into the shirt on his shoulder as Tom continues to phone his men, asking them dozens of needless questions as you writhe about in his lap, your walls pulsing weakly.

After what feels like an eternity, Tom finally puts the phone down. Both his hands go to your waist and he gently coaxes you back, pulling you away from where you’ve been burrowing your head into his shoulder. He brings a hand to your chin and angles your face, peering down at you with lust in his eyes. The pads of his rough fingertips skim beneath your eyes, gathering up a few tears of frustration that slip out as he bucks his hips against you.

“You look so fucked, dove,” he murmurs, taking in your sweaty forehead and the way your chest heaves. “So pretty like this, naked and flushed, clenching around me like that.” His breath catches as you clench around him, his own cheeks tinted a deep rosy red. Quickly, Tom clears a space on the desk and then lifts you up, your bodies still entangled as he presses your back into the glass and stands between your tensed thighs. His hungry lips nibble down the column of your neck, and he pauses to suck deeply against your sensitive spot, making you groan softly into the air. “No noise,” he repeats. He reaches down and brings your bound hands up and over your head, and then you’re just laying there, body naked and humming from arousal, his cock nudging up against your heat in a way that has your eyes tearing up, and you can’t do anything apart from wait. Tom takes his time to slowly pull out, pauses for a teasing moment at your entrance, and then gradually pushes back in, wet sounds of your arousal filling the air between you.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he starts, leaning over you. One hand fondles your breasts as the other reaches down to your thigh and pushes your leg back further, giving him better access as he continues to slowly fuck into you. “You’re gonna lay here and take it. You can’t touch me, and you definitely can’t talk. If you’re lucky, I might cum in you.” He ruts particularly harshly against your back wall and you stifle a gasp. “You’ve been such a fucking brat all day, you’re lucky I’m even doing this for you. Does that sound fair?”

You nod slowly, your mouth dry and the muscles in your arms aching. He’s got a mad look about him - the sleeves of his white dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and his sweaty curls falling out across his flushed forehead, but he fucks you hard and that makes all thoughts leave your mind. His fingers burn into your thigh as he keeps you spread wide and open, your body quaking as his thrusts grow harder and more precise, the tip of his cock nudging at your g-spot. There’s a fire growing in the pit of your stomach but you find yourself biting and chewing at your lower lip as you try to push back your high, knowing he won’t let you get there, knowing he’s going to make you regret all of your bratty actions from earlier.

It only takes him a few minutes for his thrusts to grow sloppier. Your lungs burn and your arms throb, but you respond eagerly as his lips finally find yours and they meet in a searing kiss. You can’t keep back a moan as he hits your spot directly over and over, and you take the opportunity to groan into his mouth as he chases down his high. But he hears the sound, and just as he’s about to cum, Tom does the unthinkable and pulls out. You cry out at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then your eyes widen as he stands between your legs, hand pumping his glistening cock.

“You were doing so well, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Was g’nna cum in you, then eat your pussy.” He pauses to whine, the noise full and heady as his hand blurs over his cock, the veins in his neck standing out. “Too bad, I guess.” When you whimper, he leans forward and bites the base of your neck, his chest pressing flush to the rise of breasts. “Only good girls get my cock. And you’ve been a brat all day.” And as you wriggle on the table, trying desperately to feel anything against your flushed centre, Tom peaks with a cry, his white cum landing on the skin of your stomach and chest. The feeling makes you whimper softly as your core aches, your arms aching as your eyes glaze over.

Tom curses as he finishes, his cheeks red and flushed and his demeanour pulled wide by a confident smirk. His eyes survey your painted naked body as he slowly starts to dress himself again, occasionally running a finger along your inner thigh and delighting when you mewl and buck your hips against nothing. Once he’s dressed, he picks his phone up and slips it into his back pocket.

“I have to finish my work. Stay here. Don’t even think about moving. Maybe when I come back, I’ll give you something.” He walks around the desk, pausing when he’s by your head to lean down and press a small kiss just behind your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just tease you,” he adds. “Make you a whimpering, needy mess, and keep you on edge all night until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

He pauses, laughing quietly as you stare at him incredulously. “I guess it depends what mood I’m in.”

Tom moves away from you and you shiver, the rolls of his cum feeling cold against your skin. The ache between your legs feels worse now, and you know that it’ll be a long, torturous wait for him to come back, but that you’ll have to do it, because crossing Tom when you’re already in hot water would be the worst thing you could do.

“See you later, darling,” he calls out, voice already distant. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

And then the door closes and you’re left alone, your muscles sore and your core aching, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

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