#i keep adding like half a sentence every day but i need to just sit down and. write

[bonesnplywood]

i want to write again so bad i miss writing aufhhhh

[look-at-the-soul]

The secret celebration

Cillian Murphy x reader

Happiest of birthdays my dear Liv @gypsy-girl-08 🥰🎁🎂 I hope you had a fantastic day and you keep celebrating all weekend! I started working on this little bday treat since the end of November, made with all my love to celebrate you on your special day xx

⚠️ Smut 🤭

“Are you finally telling me where are we going?” You scoffed sitting on the bench in front of your bed to put on your high heels. He only asked you to wear a particular dress that drove him wild.

Cillian just stepped out from the shower, fresh aftershave and lotion and your mouth went dry.

“Are you finally stopping with the complains?” He half joked, feeling nervous, wishing every single part of his plan worked out.

“We could’ve just cooked here something…” You pressed while walking towards him as Cillian started buttoning his blue shirt.

“Ah no, no, no… I know what you’re doing Y/N.”

You gave him your best innocent look. “What?”

“Every single time you start bitting your lips like that, we end up having sex, and I worked really hard for-” but he stopped himself mid sentence, his plans almost ruined. “See? You get me all worked up…”

“Me? But I didn’t do anything.” You wanted to laugh really loud, he was so easy.

He arched his eyebrows, his full lips pursed in a tight line. While his eyes wandered down your body.

Fuck, you looked fabulous and if it wasn’t because he worked so hard in every single detail, he’d bend you down the dresser and fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

“At least you could give me a hint?”

“Nope, let’s go… it was hard to get a reservation and I don’t wanna loose it birthday girl.”

“But what about my birthday treat?” He looked at your cute pout for a few seconds, feeling lost in those lips.

His hand sneaked around your body, landing directly on your bum, to bring you closer. “You can get plenty of that later tonight.” He promised stealing one quick peck, trying not to ruin your make up.

The whole trip was the same, the endless questions about why was he so mysterious. Your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to heaven, a kiss on his neck… you were the master when it came tactics to distract him, but he was determined, he wasn’t going to tell you any of his plans.

“Now, I need you to wear this.” He waved a black scarf in front of you, after stopping midway.

This couldn’t be his final destination, he parked close to the beach.

“Please.” He requested giving you those eyes that made you forget your own name.

“No, Cill…” of course you trusted him, but it was so stressful not knowing what to expect, what his next move was.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” He winked and didn’t give you more time to protest.

The rest of the car trip, you lost track of time and space… was he driving in circles? Going to the family holiday house? You couldn’t tell. The soft music coming from the speakers of his favorites pieces of jazz, the soft humming of his deep voice, he could practically do anything he wanted with you.

“And, we’ve arrived.” He announced proudly, surprising you, stealing a kiss.

When he took the scarf from your eyes, you blinked a couple of times, not recognizing the destination.

“I’m stealing my fiancée for the weekend.” Cillian announced, eyes sparkling.

Looking at the incredible place before you, it made you think of a dream; big trees around, fairy lights decorating it even though it wasn’t Christmas, but it surely added a magic touch, a rustic cabin, cottage-like looking. As you stepped out of the car, you could hear a waterfall close… ugh and the smell, pure fresh air.

You were lost of words, didn’t notice when Cillian walked around the car until his arm wrapped around your waist.

“We’ve got everything we need here, there’s a couple of restaurants with international food, a spa, pool, a café… oh, right the phone signal is kind of bad.”

Turning your entire body to him, your smile simply didn’t fit your face, you needed more room for a bigger smile, if that was even possible.

He asked the staff to put a bottle of your favorite wine and dessert in the room, they even offered flowers and another birthday treats, the chef would prepare your favorite childhood dessert. He wanted to make this day extra special for you, a day you could remember forever.

“Are you really locking me here?”

His laugh vibrated through his chest, against your cheek as you hugged him.

“I hope that’s a good thing and not a torture.” He joked, pushing you gently.

After confirming the reservation, the bags you didn’t know he packed for the weekend were taken to your room, he explained how his sister found the place and suggested it would be nice to celebrate in private, just the two of you, before the crazy press schedule he had booked for the release of the Oppenheimer movie.

“I like it when you torture me.” You teased pulling gently at his curls, now that he had grown them back, you didn’t want them to ever be gone again, his toned beefy body was back as well, and to think you’d have him all for you during the entire weekend… your mouth watered.

“Y/N, behave.” He slapped your bum slightly, taking advantage that no one was around. “What will people think? Poor man, that woman is insatiable.”

That was one of your favorite things of your relationship with him, the constant teasing, how you both matched the other filthy attitude. It was like an inside joke just for the two of you.

Walking towards the restaurant, you were met by another breathtaking view, in front of the terrace there was a huge fountain with ‘dancing water’ that moved to the rhythm of the music, just like the iconic fountain from Las Vegas.

Dinner was amazing, but the best part of it was the privacy you got, something Cillian craved so much.

After meeting in 2018 when Professor Pat Nolan introduced you to Cillian after assuring you that your life experiences were vital for a project that Cillian was working on, you met at a café and even though the book project that brought the two of you together was on hold for four years, your relationship started right away, you still remember so well how he leaned against the table, chin over his hand and his eyes tore apart every layer of your soul. He was fascinated by your empathy story and you were by his brilliant idea of turning it into a book and bring the matter into the table, he wanted the world to talk about empathy.

Over the curse of those years you witnessed the endless hours he dedicated to the book, to every story that would be part of it…

“What are you thinking of?” His question pulled you back to present time.

Those eyes, still sneaking into your heart.

“When we met.” You stated with a smile.

Squeezing your hand he smiled, thinking of that as well.

“I firmly believe there’s a reason for everything, the right time and place.”

“And the right person.” You added, thanking the staff for dinner and walked back to your room. “Thank you for this beautiful surprise.”

You wasted no time once he opened the door, taking the initiative after an eternity of waiting.

“I want, no… I need my other present now.” You kissed his jaw, then his neck, feeling his pulse quickening.

“Your wish is my command.” He turned you around to undo the straps that held your dress together.

Clothes quickly thrown to the floor, no words needed. Your legs trembling after he had been slowly teasing your breasts with his mouth, you standing between his legs, one of your hands using his shoulder for support, while your fingers of the other, pulled at his curls, a deep moan abandoned your mouth as his fingers moved in and out of your center. His eyes focused on your pleasure.

When you thought you couldn’t resist it anymore he made you straddle him, and then he stood up with you anchored to his waist, turning Cillian placed you gently on the mattress, waiting no time to push your lower lips apart to find the way home.

In a tender, but firm rhythm, he rocked your bodies, legs tangled, hands touring each other’s skin, until your orgasms danced in unison.

Looking into his eyes, you could only think of the waves of pleasure setting your body in fire.

Until the fireworks subsided, your eyes kept locked.

With a groan, he pulled out from you.

“Can we stay for the whole week?”

Taking your leg, Cillian placed it on his lap, fingers running up and down. “So you liked my surprise?” His lips brushing over your shoulder, ready for the second round.

“This is the perfect way to celebrate my birthday… the perfect date.”

****

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[kennys-parka-jacket]

K2 week 2023

Day 4: Confession

Word count: 826

Kyle wonders why Kenny never takes his parka off. The answer is much darker than he expects.

It was too damn hot.

That was the reason why Kyle was currently shuffling alongside the road at one in the morning. Heat radiated from the concrete and a cloudless sky full of stars twinkled overhead. Every bit of snow has evaporated long ago leaving nothing but parched brown lawns and sidewalks hot enough to fry an egg on.

Kyle had spent the past four or so hours tossing and turning beneath a thin Terrance And Phillip blanket with the A.C. on blast and the ceiling fan turned all the way up. Despite his efforts a film of sweat coated his entire body, making sleep impossible. He was still hot and sweaty as he aimlessly walked through town, but at least now he was hopefully burning enough energy to get some shuteye before the sun rose.

There wasn't much to see. Everyone else in town was tucked away in their homes. Occasionally Kyle saw a window glowing orange or flickering from a TV screen, but those were the only signs of human life he encountered from the sleepy mountain town. He had spent so long by himself that he had begun to space out and nearly tripped when he finally bumped into another person.

The redhead muttered an apology as he rebalanced himself and craned his neck to get a look at the person he had just slammed half his body into. Two beady blue eyes peered back at him from behind a thick tangerine jacket.

"Oh. Hey", Kyle said more awkwardly than he intended. "Didn't expect to see you here".

Kenny shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I was just taking a walk. It's hot as fuck at my place. No point hanging around there".

"Is your A.C. still broken?".

Kenny nodded. "Yep. It's unbearable. We have fans for circulation, but I'm still sweating just sitting on the couch".

Kyle set his jaw. "You need to get that fixed. It's not safe to be without air conditioning in this kind of heat".

The other boy exhaled through his nostrils. "I know", he said with a slight edge.

Kyle tried not to take offence at his tone. Kenny knew that his friends loved him, but he always got irritated whenever someone tried to teach him how to be safe. Kyle wanted to be respectful of his feelings, but that often conflicted with Kyle's own need to make sure he stays out of danger.

Kenny readjusted his parka and wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. His glove became noticeably darker with the added moisture.

"Speaking of health hazards". Kyle could practically feel Kenny roll his eyes at the first half of his sentence. "Why don't you take off your jacket? I'm sure you'd be much cooler without it".

He expected Kenny to wave him off and tell him to mind his business. Instead the other boy's pupils widened and his entire body went stiff as if he had been caught with his hand in a jar.

They were both quiet for a minute. Finally Kenny spoke. "You wouldn't get it".

"I want to try".

Kenny looked at the ground and folded his hands together. "It's like... Sometimes you'll dream that you're falling. And you always wake up before you land".

Kyle nodded.

"Yeah. I have that dream a lot. Except I always land first".

The other boy swallowed. "Oh...".

"Mhm", Kenny continued. "It fucking hurts. I can't move or think or breathe. Sometimes I can't see either. And when I can...". He put his arms over his stomach. "...I see my guts spilling out. And it's not just falling. I've been set on fire, eaten alive, run over, impaled, shot, drowned, poisoned, and everything else".

Kenny smirked bitterly at Kyle's horrified expression. "For a while I had like... not a bucket list, but the opposite of that. A list of ways that I wanted to die. And I'd cross things off it when I kicked the bucket in a new way. I don't keep track of it anymore 'cause I already got most of them".

"What does any of this have to do with your jacket?".

Kenny raised his eyebrows. "Hm? Oh. If I wear the parka a lot then it appears in my dream too. It helps keep my innards inside. It's still really painful and scary, but at least I don't have to look at myself smeared across the street".

"Man", Kyle said quietly. "That's nuts".

Kenny shrugged, his brow set into a straight, hard line. "It's been like this my whole life. I've tried everything, but it keeps happening anyway. No matter how careful and safe I am. It. Always. Happens".

Another uncomfortable silence passed between them.

Then Kenny put his arms behind his head and started turning on his heal. "Well, anyway. I gotta head home. See ya tomorrow, man".

"See ya", Kyle said back. "Stay safe out there".

"As if I have a choice".

[frostwing213]

So, I've been questioning if I have ADHD

So I made a list of why and why I might not have it. I gave up partway though, so here's what's done

Why I might:

Constantly forgetting to eat, or not eating because I can't get myself to get up

Forgetting to drink, unless I have my full waterbottle next to me, then I'm Constantly drinking

So many half finished books

Very forgetful

Kinda like organizing sometimes, but only when I'm organizing things by like color or something and I can't get myself to get up and organize what needs to be done

Watches TV shows I've seen before while I work on my computer and scroll Tumblr on my phone

Never knowing what time it is, having no idea how long things will take, and sitting for "just a minute" and realizing 2 hours later

Means to set timers, but forgets. If I set a timer to do a task, sometimes I'll tell myself "Ok, just a second" and continue scrolling and I don't do the task

I cannot summerize to save my life and go on tangents

Sometimes I'll speak my train of thought and I end up on a totally different topic

I'm sitting here making this list rather than changing into comfortable pants like I wanted to... 2 hours ago?

Music in my head. All. The. Time.

I play music to go to sleep so I can distract my brain from my train of thought and actually sleep (Sometimes it works!)

I started writing this point, then added something to the pervious one and forgot what I was writing here

Sometimes I randomly feel like I have to move

A lot of times I get motivation to start a task so I start, then partway though the motivation is gone, like right now

I REMEMBERED WHAT THE EARLIER POINT WAS! I Constantly forget to hit start, or send, or stuff like that

I've had people ask me if I had ADHD, no prompting. Multiple times, multiple people

I've had people with ADHD go: Wouldn't be surprised. When I mention the possibility

Sometimes I get every aware of how I'm sitting and all the tiny pains. So I have to fix it

I definitely have things that seem like hyper fixations or special interests. Like, I remember something and suddenly Im obsessed for a few days at least

I got a guitar, have done two (youtube) lessons on it, and haven't touched it in weeks

I hate it when there are notifications on my phone's head thingy, but when I want to remember to answer something, I'll leave it there (Sometimes works)

My room is a mess and It should be easy to clean up, but I just don't want to, and I can't get the motivation

Clean laundry is currently sitting in my hamper, waiting to be put away

I have to Constantly remind myself to take a shower if I want it to happen

I need to eat some food and get more water, but Imma forget about this list if I get up

I'll stop in the middle of sentences/thoughts, and have to pause, retracing my thoughts to get back to it

I always get a crap ton of pencils at the beginning of the year, and they're all gone by the end

I loose things and always have to get them again when I need them.

I should not be given money and set loose to buy things on my own, I will buy candy and other food items unless stopped.

I can't stand silence (so lots of music playing) but I hate when things get too loud (sensory overstimulation??)

Homework is horrible because once I'm not in a class setting, I can't get the motivation/get distracted

I like creative writing and write pages and pages, but I get stuck on essays and are working g on them for hours to days, but it's like, the same thing?

If something leaves my vision, I forget about it easily

I paused writing this list to start the "Why I might not" list, then jumped back here (keep jumping back and forth)

I cannot take notes. Either it is everything the teacher says, or it is nothing.

Im smart, but I've been told I just need to apply myself more

I will get so stressed about something, but I can't get myself to do what needs to be done to fix it

If I don't want to do something, I have a lot of trouble to get myself to do it (maybe just me being lazy)

Even if I want to do something, I struggle with doing it

I give up on hard things easily

I'll get up to do something, pause to do something else, and forget about the original thing

Why I might not:

I'm good at tests

I'm an attention seeker, this may be me trying to make myself more special

I'm good at peopling (I think)

I'm a good listener

I don't struggle with eye contact or most people things

Becase I'm thinking about this so much, my brain may be overexatragting things

I'm sure some of the reasons I might are just normal people things and I need to deal with them

It feels like any symptoms have appeared recently(is. Well, some of them weren't there when I was a kid)

I enjoy school

I love reading

Since I have a little brother, I'm good at tuning out all noise when I'm reading.

I'm smart

Some things might just be me being lazy

Maybe some things are just flaws I need to work on

May add more stuff later

[acorrespondence]

4 and 13 for the fic asks!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

Two have chapters already posted as I actively work on one and have plans to finish the other. There are two more that I will periodically update the docs for when I have ideas but they’ll probably never see the light of day, they’re mostly just for me when I feel nostalgic for those characters/canons. Another one I’m on the fence about but it would need a lot of attention that I can’t pay to it because my focus is on the posted WIPs in question.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

In one sense, none at all, but in another sense, a lot! As writing fanfic isn’t my job (though I confess if it was, I doubt much about this process would change except my commitment to forcing myself to sit down and work at it every day), I don’t actually want it to feel like work. To me, traditional outlining feels like work; but more than that, it feels like busy work, and it’s the quickest way to get me to lose interest in a project. So, instead of sitting down and creating an outline, I simply have the fic idea in my head and write down whatever little scene/description/scrap of dialogue comes to my mind whenever I think of it. Sometimes I’ll let it play out in my head for a bit until it solidifies itself into a longer scene, sometimes it’s two sentences of back and forth that I figure out how to incorporate later. This happens completely achronologically; sometimes I’ll write the ending before the beginning, and sometimes the ending will be the last thing I write, but usually the beginning and ending come randomly somewhere in the middle. For my currently updating WIP, I wrote several scenes past what I thought would be the ending, and still don’t have a solid idea what the true ending will be.

I actually struggle very much to place my own memories on a timeline in that I can never really remember how old I was when any specific thing happened. My memories are not sorted chronologically; rather, they’re connected by content, sometimes very loosely, in that a minute detail from one can correspond to a minute detail in another and a different minute detail links it to another minute detail in a third memory, and so on and so forth. This is both a boon to me and a setback, as if you were to ask me, “do you remember what it was like to be sixteen?” I’d have to tell you, unequivocally, “no.” I remember what it feels like to sit alone in the sound booth during the school play. I remember what it feels like to fail the driving test. I remember what it feels like to breathe from a scuba tank for the first time. I know I must have done these things at sixteen because the driving test and the scuba class weren’t available to anyone younger, and I was the sound tech for two years up until my graduation, meaning I must have been sixteen and seventeen. If you asked about what it felt like to be eight, or any age without the benefit of such life-altering milestones, I might conjure up memories from when I was six or nine and be unable to tell the difference.

This is obviously somewhat tangential to the question, except that it helps to contextualize my absolute comfort with achronology in my writing process. Skipping around this way feels very natural to me, where writing completely chronologically is something I have to force myself to do. And it’s a boon to me here, I think, more than a setback; if I’m interested enough in a fic concept, I’ll keep adding these achronological scenes and details until it turns into a passable outline: the critical mass needed for an idea to turn into a story. And unlike a traditional outline, most of those words in mostly that order will show up directly in the finished product. Finally, I go through (mostly) chronologically and add detail, clarify blocking, finish half-started conversations. I add the connective tissue that gets me from one scene to the next. Luckily I don’t have to rearrange too much, as I’ll add the new scenes to the doc in the rough place they’ll end up instead of placing them all in the order I thought of them—for me, this is where digital writing has a massive edge over paper.

I love this rounding out process, because it allows me to focus on the prose itself; I love language, so I enjoy this part very much. I also don’t find the connective pieces to be boring, because I love the puzzle of figuring out how to get the characters from A to B in a way that makes sense and enriches the story, and it allows me to find ways to set multiple things up rather than just the very next scene. I also think this style of drafting is what allows me to do something that several people have talked about when commenting on my fics, where something that comes up early on will have echoes throughout the work, or a recurring symbol or metaphor will keep popping up, or a thought a character had a long time ago will suddenly become relevant again.

So I guess the short answer is, I prepare to write by writing.

(Questions here)

[findroleplay]

Hey there. 31F Semi-lit to Lit depending on how well my brain is deciding to work for the day. A paragraph or even just a few detailed sentences is enough but I'm willing to do more if needed.

I'm looking to RP The Misfit of Demon King Academy. I have a female OC half put together in my head to pair with Anos. Normally I would make up a character sheet to post with an RP ad but I'm having a bit of trouble with this one. I was hoping to start the RP off pretty basic and see how it evolves to make her a little more solid. I also might throw out a few of the ideas I've had floating around in my head and see which the potential writing partner thinks is actually any good. She has a name and appearance as well as a solid personality profile but that's it so far.

NSFW Content guaranteed.

I prefer to RP on Discord, however I will through Tumblr DMs if that's easier for you. You can contact me on Tumblr or Discord to initiate everything. My Discord is spoo00oo00k (I guess they recently changed how user IDs are done? That's weird.). As of recently I'm pretty much always available. I'm EST.

If you're looking to do any of the following RPs and are also willing to do Misfit of Demon King Academy, feel free to contact me. I don't mind doing duel RPs as long as you're willing to do what I'm posting the ad for. Marvel (Any) Star Wars (Main Films) Black Butler (Manga or Animated Series Plot) Attack on Titan Bed and Breakfast for Spirits Genshin Impact I'm okay with any kind of pairings, though I haven't written every possible one so if you're looking for one and it turns out I haven't done it before just bear with me.

I like to sit and actively RP back and forth whenever possible. A few replies a day is alright, too, but I tend to lose focus when that happens too often. I am looking to start this right away. Of course there will be pre-story discussion but I'm super excited to start this ASAP. I also like to actually chat and get to know my writing partners. Memes. I share memes. I'm always conscious of triggers. I'm okay to write just about anything, though some content I like to keep... less detailed. I only have one specific thing I avoid, which I will explain to whoever hopefully answers this ad. And any time a common trigger might come up I check first before including it.

I think that's about it. So. Contact me directly if you're interested. When I post RP ads I post them on multiple ad blogs so I might not be able to check the reactions on every single one thouroughly enough.

Hope to hear from someone soon!

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[oddsconvert]

Shattered #5 - Slowly but Surely

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CW: References to Vampire Whumper, Vampire Caretaker, Pet/Bloodbag Whumpee, References to captivity, Recovery Whump, Drugs/Medication, Vegetative State/Disassociation, Hypnosis/mind control Mentions/ fear of death, Illness, Referenced previous abuse

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Day Seven

Seven days. Declan had reached the one-week milestone since being rescued from captivity and taken under August’s wing. Which was a good sign; it meant things were luckily steering in the right direction for him to survive to this point, beating all the odds.

Although it pained August to admit it, he had wholeheartedly agreed with Vince when he first bought the human. No-one expected the boy to make it past a day or so at best in the condition he was in. Gripped with nerves of terror when August would awake every evening; Declan immediately at the forefront of his mind, rushing to go check on him. He half expected to find a breathless, stiff corpse lying in his spare room by maybe the day three mark. It came as an unbelievable relief upon seeing the slow rise and fall of the human’s chest each time, the diminutive heartbeat thudding against August’s eardrums.

Still alive. For now. Fighting for another day.

Because it turns out Declan is a fighter. Still kicking and clawing to desperately keep his grasp on life, reluctant to let it slip away from him so easily. He just needs that bit of a push; August was that push he needed, he couldn’t have been left to Vince’s clutches, that would be a death sentence in itself. 

Declan’s body was noticeably growing stronger, bit by bit. A hint of tone replenishing in his muscles, his skin once drained of colour now flushed bright pink, and the laborious, raspy wheezes of breath had settled down. The antibiotics were working their magic with the infection running rampant in him, at least the raging temperature was dying down - his skin didn’t feel like a furnace, anymore. But it was still concerning that his psychological state showed no improvement, still zombified in his trance of unawareness. 

What was the point of his body healing if his mind lacked the wherewithal to use it?

Declan stays awake to near impossible exhaustion, that is until his body finally buckles, forcing him to pass out into a fatigued sleep from the deprivation. It’s a nasty situation, there’s no arguing that, but August will not compel the human to slumber. The best thing for him is to just let Declan’s body do its own thing, allow him his own space and time to heal. 

It’s getting easier; taking care of him. The past week has entailed slowly learning the ropes, coming to terms with what to do, and finding out what not to do.

“So, you need to prop him upright-”, August explains, shoving Declan’s noncompliant body into a sitting position, slumped against the headboard, “-and then you need to hold his head up but not too much, keep it flexed slightly, you don’t want the food to just plummet straight down his throat-”

“Right…”

Lucas' attention was intently fixed on August’s lesson on how to do feedings. One of the few obstacles the pair had managed to eventually suss out as best they could after the choking incident on the first day. The idea of surgical intervention had floated around, teetering the instalment of a feeding tube but it was mutually agreed that his body would not handle being put under anaesthetic. He’d most likely die on the table. And so over the last week of experimentation, August had settled on syringe feeding the boy, deeming it the most effective, and the most risk-free. 

High calorific human food, doused with added nutrients, liquised down into a runny watery paste.

“-then get the syringe into his mouth, make sure you get it past his teeth - right to the back of his throat… and then slowly start squeezing it out. Very slowly, don’t overload him - he’ll choke..”, August trailed off as he demonstrated, flashbacks of the first time he’d tried to feed the human popping to mind, reminded of the panic he felt seeing the boy gag and splutter, struggling to breathe around the goopy obstruction in his throat.

“Then get your free hand-”, August takes hold of Lucas’s wrist and lightly pulls it towards Declan’s throat, making him perform a gentle, circular rubbing motion, “-and stimulate his swallow reflex. That’ll help you out - that’s the trick of this…he has to work with you”.

And sure enough he does. His Adam's apple bobs as he instinctively swallows, sending the food down his throat to his stomach, that thankfully hasn’t felt that feeling of emptiness in days. There’s no coughing, no choking, no retching - it’s a success. A satisfied smile is exchanged between the pair; this could actually work, they could really pull Declan out the other side of this. 

Lucas pulls the oxygen mask back over Declan’s mouth and nose, as he does after every feeding, tightening the elastic strap at the back of his tousled hair until it's a snug fit. Meanwhile, August gets to work at changing the old IV solution bags from their poles, making Declan’s usual cocktail of medication, painkillers and nutrients. Declan owes his life to that concoction streaming through his body.

“He’s come a long way, hasn’t he? I think this may be doable. He might not be a lost cause afterall”, August chimes in, moving to now tuck Declan into his bed, shoving the edges of the blanket into the side of the mattress. He wants this to work more than anything else in the world - not even because that amount of dedicated work deserves a payoff… but because he’s grown so attached to the ill human. 

August wants to give the boy his second go around of life, to dance with death and live to tell the tale - to recover, heal and maybe one day be able to return him back to his home. He deserves all that and more after everything he’s clearly been put through. He deserves happiness. But he also knows if Declan does get through this, August has to prepare himself to hear the horrors he endured during that terrible time. 

“I have high hopes, August. I think he can do it”, Lucas beams,  “He’s improved so quickly, it can only go up from here, right?”

Day Twelve

Why isn't he getting better?

We're doing everything we can…

Why is it not enough?

He’s still not there, it doesn’t seem like he’ll ever be there. He’s still stuck. That glassy, vacant haze over his eyes remains as he continues to stare off into nothingness. No-one expected him to snap back to consciousness in a blink of an eye, for a miracle to happen overnight but he could at least start showing some sign of creeping out of his mind. 

“Come on, Declan….”, August rests his forehead on the bed, arms outstretched and squeezing Declans hand reassuringly, careful of the array of cannulas and tubes sticking out, stroking his thumb along the warmed skin. “We want to meet you. Fight this”.

Lucas watches on in concern, peeping through the doorway. Worried sick about his friend that hasn’t emerged from the spare room in days; he just sits all day, everyday…observing, waiting. Waiting for even just a hint of change, but nothing is happening. It’s like they’ve hit a standstill, Declan is physically on the mend but that seems to be all that’s happening. Maybe his mind can’t be put back together, afterall. 

“August… the sun’s rising. You should rest, it’s early-”, it sounds more like a light-hearted suggestion but Lucas means it as an order. August will wind up making himself sick if he keeps this up, if he carries on neglecting his own care in exchange for Declan’s.

“I’m going to stick around a bit longer-”

“You’ve been in here for days. You haven’t even eaten, do you want to feed?”, he approaches August, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt and outstretching his forearm as an offering. But August just crinkles his nose up at it, wordlessly turning the blood down as he returns his gaze to Declan. He’s lost his appetite, how could he eat at a time like this?

“Well, you should at least close the curtains in here.”

“Maybe the vitamin D from the sun might do him some good.”

Lucas can only blink at that in shock, he doesn’t even know how to respond. Surely he can’t be serious… that’s ridiculous. In a few hours time, the room will look like a booby trap of laser beams like a scene from a spy film, from the burning sunlight leaking through the windows.

“Dude. You need to rest, eat… to just do something and anything other than this. I don’t think you’re thinking straight. Were you really going to sit in here with rows of beaming sunlight? That’s insanity!”. 

August knows he’s right, that sitting in here with a watchful eye does nothing other than be a detriment to his own health. But he feels responsible, like he is at fault for Declan’s condition. He shouldn’t feel responsible, there’s nothing he could have done differently, no way for him to have known about the boy’s existence, nor his torment and he’d be powerless to have rescued him any sooner. But it was one of his own that did this to do Declan… another vampire. And August can’t help but feel guilt for that, Vince and the like were marring the name of vampires.

“I can’t leave him, Lucas. What if he wakes up and no-one’s here? He’ll be so scared-”.

“If it’s any consolation. I don’t think he’s waking up anytime soon. And even if he does, he’ll be absolutely fine - I’m sure he’ll manage. I’ll let you know if anything changes-”, Lucas walks around to him, placing a hand upon his shoulder and slowly peeling him away from the bed. Now he can get a proper peek at August’s face, he sees that he’s an exhausted wreck. Like he’s never slept a day in his life, like a drop of blood hasn’t graced his tongue in a hundred years - the stress painted across his face and it breaks Lucas’ heart to see how much this is taking from him.

“I know this may sound harsh but… what will be will be. We said this from day one, didn’t we? Not to get our hopes up?”

“I know, I just… wish we could do more for him. Why isn’t our best enough?”.

“He’s been through a lot. Maybe a hell of a lot more than we could ever even imagine. But he is improving… in some departments. That’s good right?”.

August nods. It’s true, maybe it’s just August getting too greedy and wishing for the speedy recovery to be too speedy. Admittedly, Declan had been through a hell of a lot and for the state he was in, was making fair progress. But he can’t help but feel disheartened from the lack of consciousness.

“Go to bed. I got this.”

Day Seventeen

Ever since August spoke to his contact in Brazil, requesting an off the book, sneaky test sample of their antidote to vampiric persuasion - every single day without fail, they’d eyed the post awaiting the delivery. That was their final hope, their last line of attack to finally get through to Declan. If this falls through, it truly was the end of the road, and they would finally have to let Declan go… to call it a day.

The wait was excruciating, it felt like an entire lifetime and a half of looking out for the parcel everyday, racked with nail-biting anxiety.

And then the day came. The harsh slam of the letterbox echoed throughout the house. And sitting on the door mat, was a small parcel wrapped in streams and streams of glossy tape, all with different warnings in block letters covering them.

BIOHAZARD. FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE.

August nearly trips over his own feet with the blurring speed in which he darts to sweep up the package. Ripping at the parcel recklessly, throwing heaps of tape and paper to the floor before his eyes set on the tiniest vial of clear liquid, a packaged syringe accompanying it, with a handwritten note enveloped. His eyes fly over the text as he flits up the stairs.

-

Dear August,

I hope you’re keeping yourself well, and out of trouble. I’m so awfully sorry to hear about the condition of your patient. I wish both you and him the best of luck with his recovery, if there’s anything more I can do to aid you in this journey, please do not hesitate to call. 

As mentioned, this research remains in testing phases. It is not approved for world-wide pharmaceutical distribution and we are under-informed and lacking in sufficient evidence to confirm any detrimental side-effects of this research. Though I understand it must be worth the shot in the grand scheme of things for your human. We've observed significant results within participant responses to the treatment - I hope this is seen in your case.

For administration, the dosage is 0.3ml, with a further 0.3ml to be injected 30 days from now.

I wish you the best of luck, August. And please inform me of any results and improvements.

All my love,

Bryony.

-

August urgently tosses the letter to the ground and kneels by Declan’s bedside, fumbling quickly with the syringe and small bottle to withdraw the dosage. There’s no real rush, he doesn’t need to be frantically speeding to get it done but a mixture of excitement and eagerness consumes him. 

For the most part, Declan’s body was healing. It looked like an actual human being, a person was lying soundly asleep in the bed now, and not a heap of skin and bones tangled underneath the covers. 

But now it was time for his mind to heal.

August rips the blanket away from him, noticing the instant rise of goosebumps pricking along his arms from the sudden gush of cold air hitting his skin. 

He plunges the syringe straight into Declan’s upper arm, pushing down and flushing its contents into his system. 

All they can do now is play the waiting game.

Day Twenty

*THUD*

August jumps out of his skin from the sudden thundering bang from above him…sounding from upstairs. Lucas was in the kitchen, humming and beltering obnoxiously loud to the radio as he cooked himself some dinner. August in the next room over, reading with his feet up, just revelling in his free evening. Up until the crashing sound, that is.

No-one was upstairs. No-one other than the comatose patient.

Maybe it’s something stupid, an object falling over accidentally. Like the time Lucas left a glass of juice awkwardly balanced on the edge of his bedside table, inevitably tippling over with shards of glass sprinkling across his room and juice sloshing all over the cream coloured carpets. Or maybe someone was in the house, an intruder trying his luck - rummaging around to find expensive goods to loot.

Or maybe…it was what August so desperately hoped it was.

He doesn't hesitate, jolting to his feet, doesn't even swing by the kitchen to alert Lucas of what he thinks is happening. He just bee-lines straight up towards Declans room.

And god… he almost chokes with a cry of relief, nearly crumbling to the floor with shock, his legs giving in when he reaches Declan's door.

Before he even looks in, August hears the boy's panicked, struggling hyperventilations of breath on the other side of the door. He peeks through the slight crack in the doorway; the boy is sobbing in fear, weakly ripping at all the needles and wires in his body. August can tell that every slight movement hurts like hell - from the way his muscles tense and his sluggish motions. Slamming his eyelids shut, scrunching his face up into a ball of pain as he shoves his palms against his skull, rocking back and forth like his mind is about to implode. Like he's fighting so damn hard against the agony coursing through every part of him.

And the panic. August can actually see the panic within him, that unimaginable fear as weary yet glossy eyes scan the room, the strange environment he has awoken in. The poor thing looks so confused, deathly afraid but also…heartbroken.

August pushes the door to, attempting to quietly creep in to not spook him but the slight jarring creak of the door gives him away. 

Declan instantly freezes, his head shooting over to stare with eyes of terror at August and in that moment...Declan sees death.

Wide, mortified brown eyes lock onto the ruby red.

Declan is finally awake.

Then the blood-curdling sound of a hoarse, howling scream ripples through the room…

-

[pottersfia]

stress relief | hp x fem!reader

summary: after feeling stressed, harry comes to you for some time alone and reveals a new kink

warnings/content: making out, praise kink, switch!harry, sub/dom, mommy kink, oral (fem receiving), dry humping

a/n: this was my first smut so ??? it was really fun to write tho, i’m a whore for sub harry. also how ironic i’m posting this on mother’s day 🧍‍♀️

you were sitting in your bed, reading your favorite book when your attention was caught by the sound of your door opening.

you saw your boyfriend, harry, standing there with the key you gave him to your dorm. he locked the door as it closed and turned to you flashing a lazy smile. you smiled back at him and closed your book, marking where you left off.

“hi harry.” you greeted him.

“hi love.” he began to walk towards you and you moved to the edge of the bed, settling on your knees. you reached your arms out to him and he gladly wrapped his arms around you as you hugged him.

“you ok?” you asked him. he sighed and pulled away. you had your arms around his shoulders and he placed his on your waist, rubbing your skin slightly with his thumbs.

“not really.” he replied. you gave him a concerned look.

“what’s wrong?” harry shrugged.

“there’s a lot going on and it just feels like too much, you know?” you nodded at his words understanding what he was referring to. you were in your last year at hogwarts and no one really anticipated the pressure the end of this year would have to offer. you and harry hardly had time to be alone anymore.

“come sit on the bed.” you gestured to the side of the bed your pillows sat at and he nodded, pulling away from you to sit on your bed. you moved over to him and straddled his lap, leaning your head in the crook of his neck. you wrapping your arms around his torso and he returned the gesture.

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“no, i just want you right now.” he lifted your head and you pulled back to look at him.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you too.” he smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss. the moment was warm and comforting and you made sure to show every bit of your love for him in it. you lifted a hand to rest on his cheek and he softly put his on you chest near collarbone.

in almost an instant the energy of the room changed. harry bit on your bottom lip causing you to open your mouth and his tongue entered it, turning the moment into a heated make out session. his hand lifted to go around your neck, something he often did when he wanted more. you loved the feeling but sensed he was slightly letting you have more control in the kiss than normal.

you and harry had talked about your likes and dislikes as soon as your relationship got to a more intimate stage. although he was always in the dominant position, he expressed that he’d like to try being submissive. the two of you never got the chance to yet but in this moment you decided to take the initiative.

you moved your hips a bit to get more comfortable but in the process harry let out what seemed to be a whimper. you looked down, breaking the kiss, and saw the print of his growing boner in his pants. you felt a bit of accomplishment and wanted to break the dominant front he still had up. you moved your head up and connected your lips again into a passionate kiss.

you grabbed the wrist of the hand he had around your neck and pushed it down. from that action he was clearly startled and you smirked into the kiss. you pulled away from his lips and placed kisses on his jaw. you moved to leave wet kisses on his neck until you reached a spot that made him groan. you focused on leaving a hickey there as you moved your hips against him.

“y/n...” harry moaned out and put his hands on your waist, helping you keep the same pace. you lifted your head and smiled at the spot that was forming on his neck. you noticed how he tugged on the bottom of your, really it was his, sweatshirt.

“you want to see my tits, baby?” harry’s lust filled eyes looked straight into yours and he nodded eagerly.

“use your words, please.” your thumb rubbed his cheek.

“yes. i- uh, want your tits.” he said. you lifted the sweatshirt over your head and threw it off the bed. you studied his reaction as he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. he reached his hand up to touch them but you grabbed it before he could. he looked at you with wide eyes.

“i never said you could touch me.” harry knew what you were doing but he wasn’t go to let you get there all the way yet.

“i’ll touch you if i want to.” he snapped back. you raised your eyebrows at this and quietly laughed. you rubbed your hand on his boner making him close his eyes and whine at your touch.

“that’s what i thought.”

harry finally let go of whatever form of dominance he had left and let you takeover. you pulled the bottom of harry’s shirt up until it came off and began to unbutton his pants. he help in pulling them off and you admired the boy under you. he was anticipating your next move and looked completely desperate. his hair was messy and his chest moved up and down in an attempt to control his breathing.

you moved back to straddling his lap and harry’s breath hitched as you sat directly on his boner again. you moaned at the feeling and began to rub on him again, moving your hips.

“c-can i please suck on your tits?” harry whimpered out. you nodded.

“go ahead, baby.”

he put his mouth on your left boob and swirled his tongue around your nipple. his hands were back on your waist and he let out moans at the feeling of your clothed pussy on him. you rolled your eyes back at the stimulation you felt in your core and you chest.

“you’re doing so good harry. being such a good boy for me.” you moaned out. he let out a low groan and mumbled something incoherent.

“what was that?” you asked. harry stayed silent. you held his chin forcing him to look at you and let go of your tit.

“i asked a question, pretty boy.” you saw that he seemed nervous as he struggled to repeat himself.

“i said, erm,” he took a breath in and out through his nose. “i said yes mommy.” his face grew even more red than it already was and you smiled at the name.

“so my good boy wants to call me mommy?” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“is that ok?” he asked you.

“more than ok.”

you moved back off of him.

“harry, lay down for me.” without hesitation he did as told, placing a pillow under his head. you got back on top of him and rocked your hips. you were determined to make him cum right there. you leaned down, leaving kisses on his neck. harry was under so much pleasure that all he could do was let out uncontrollable moans and whimpers.

“oh my-, m-mommy you’re gonna make me...” he whined, unable to finish his sentence.

“be a good boy and cum whenever you need to. i’m right here, it’s ok.” you whispered in his ear and placed a kiss under it, picking up your speed.

“fuck!” you felt his cock twitch through your thin shorts. “ahh- i’m cumming,”

“cum for mommy, baby.” you prompted him. harry cried out as his orgasm reached him. you felt the small wet spot in his underwear grow as his cum shot out of him.

harry’s breathing slowed back down as you stopped moving and left kisses all over his face.

“you did so good harry. i love hear your pretty noises.” the boy whined at your words.

“thank you, mommy.” he breathed out.

you got off of him and pulled his underwear off.

“you made such a big mess, baby.” you licked some of the cum the dripped on his cock off all while keeping eye contact with him.

“merlin, y/n..” harry moaned and his cock twitched from still being sensitive.

“do you want to nap, harry?” he looked back at you and bit his lip.

“what about you?” he asked. you smiled.

“seeing you cum is enough pleasure for me.” you sat back next to where he laid down. he leaned up on his elbows.

“i want to eat you out mommy, please can i?” he said.

“well when you ask so nicely like that, how could i say no?” he smiled at your words and moved down between your legs.

he pulled off your shorts and groaned softly at the sight of the wet spot on your underwear.

“you’re so wet.” he practically whispered as he took your underwear off. he kissed your inner thighs slowly getting closer and closer to your needy pussy.

“stop teasing harry.” you whined out. he finally licked on your clit and watched as you moaned. he attached his mouth to it and sucked on your clit. you put a hand in his hair, slightly pulling on it causing him to let out a moan that only added to pleasure you received.

“look up at me, harry. mommy wants her pretty boy to watch her.” he looked up at you through his glasses. you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows as you felt yourself getting closer to your high.

“please cum on my tongue.” harry said and he moved his tongue to lick your hole and go inside you as his fingers rubbed your clit.

“oh, i’m so close-” you arched your back and moaned out. the grip you had on his hair got tighter and your legs shook as your finally reached your orgasm.

your breathing was heavy and you whined slightly as harry licked your sensitive pussy clean.

“you taste so good.” harry moved so he was hovering over you.

“thank you for being so good, baby.” you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

harry leaned down and laid so he was half on top of you, half not, and his head rested on your bare chest.

“shall we get cleaned up now?” you asked, running your hand gently through his hair.

“mmm, not yet. it’s really comfortable here.” he replied and left a kiss on one of your tits. you laughed slightly as you recalled everything that happened.

“well goo goo ga ga then bitch.” you joked. harry’s head shot ip and he looked at you with an “offended” facial expression.

“this is on me, love.” he smiled at you.

“you’re the one with the mommy kink!”

“you’re the one that agreed to it!”

you both burst out in laughter and he put his head back down. you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the moment of being in each others embrace.

“can you stay here tonight?” you asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to break the silence quite yet. he nodded.

“whatever you want mommy.” he teased.

“harry!”

[mandospace]

Din Djarin Kinktober 2021 Day One: Face-sitting (Din Djarin x F!Reader Smut)

Summary: The first day of my Din Djarin Kinktober 2021 featuring face-sitting.

Word Count: 1,417

Warnings: SMUT! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DNI! Face-sitting, oral sex (f-recieving)

A/N: So I have decided to do a Kinktober this year and I’m really excited! I hope to keep up with this and post daily, though I realize that might not happen due to my extremely busy schedule. Regardless of whether or not I post every single day in October, the full prompt list featured in the masterlist WILL get done. I am willing it into reality! Anywho, if you would like to be added to the taglist specifically for my Din Djarin Kinktober 2021, just let me know!

MASTERLIST

Din Djarin Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

“I missed you so much,” Din murmured into your skin between kisses. His lips trailed down your face until they met the junction of your jaw and neck; breath hot and scruff rubbing against the sensitive skin. “Sorry it took so long.”

“I’m just glad you’re home,” you whimpered when he nipped at your earlobe. He had been gone for three weeks on a hunt that should have only taken a week and a half at most. He was long overdue. “Missed you too.”

The feeling of Din’s grin in the crook of your neck accompanied by his “How much?” sent shivers down your spine. His hands distracted you as they trailed down your sides, warm and present and incredibly hard to ignore. 

“How much, pretty girl?” Din gripped your hips tight, repeating his question. 

“L-lots.” you could barely form the simple sentence — his touch rendering you speechless.

“I think you can do better than that,” his hand sneaked past the waistband of your pants and into your underwear, fingers skimming over the mound of curls. His mouth kept working at your neck, distracting you even more from answering him.

Rather than giving him a verbal reply, your smaller hand moved to rest on his larger one that was currently inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. His hands felt rough under your own as you guided him down to where you have been dripping since he stepped onto his ship.

Din’s fingers had barely grazed over your clit when the sound of his deep chuckle reverberated around the interior of the ship. “That much, pretty?”

Your hand was still resting over his while you guided his movements, his fingers dipping further into your slick until you guided them back to your clit. The little shock of pleasure deep in your stomach was just the thing you needed to snap yourself out of your stupor. “Din, please. I’ve been waiting for so long.”

He pulled away from your neck and placed a tender kiss to your forehead — an act so gentle and polar to the way his fingers dipped into you at the same moment. “I can’t make my girl wait any longer. Strip.”

You silently obeyed and removed the articles of clothing from your body in haste. After three weeks of not being with him, you were more than ready — you were so wet that you were positive that he would be able to slide right in with no problem. 

When you looked up, you noticed that Din was sitting on the cot tucked in the corner of the hull with his armor still on, sans the beskar helmet he only takes off around you. “Why aren’t you naked?”

Din gave you a crooked smile and reached out a hand for you, calling you back home into his arms. “I wanted to try something new. Do you trust me?”

You were already nodding your head before he even finished his sentence — you trusted Din with your life. His hand gripped yours and yanked you into his grasp; the other hand reaching up to tangle in your hair so he could pull your lips to his for a kiss. He tasted of the rations you routinely packed for him when he left for hunts and smelled of blaster residue and sweat — a scent that was uniquely him. Din wastes no time in deepening the kiss while trailing hands down your naked back before resting on your bottom, giving the plump flesh a squeeze. 

The kiss grew in passion and Din laid down on the cot and tugged you on top of him until you were straddling his waist. His hands rested firmly on your hips and slowly pulled you up his body. Hovering over his beskar-covered chest, you had to break away not only for air but because the angle was too difficult to maintain. Din continued to tug you upwards until he was able to snake his arms under your thighs and bring you closer. 

“What are you doing?” You had to reach out for the walls of the ship in order to stabilize yourself or else you would have fallen forward from the quick movement of Din.

“Trying something new,” he simply responded before kissing the inside of your thigh. Shivers raked their way down your body and you could feel your temperature rising once you realized what he wanted you to do.

“Din, you don’t have to.” you felt like you needed to say it before you slipped too far into pleasure and your mind turned to mush.

“I know I don’t have to, pretty girl,” Din nipped at your thigh to pull your attention back to his face. He looked so beautiful from this angle — chocolate curls splayed across the pillow, hooked nose mere inches from where you needed him most, brown eyes meeting yours to convey his next sentiment. “I want to.”

Before you could even answer, Din was tugging your hips down until you rested on his face. Heat seared your system as Din slowly licked through your slit, gathering your arousal and humming at the tang. A gasp was caught in your throat and Din’s hands gripped your hips even tighter while he glided your pussy forward until the hook of his nose brushed against your clit. Your legs involuntarily clasped around the sides of his head and Din chuckled, big hands rubbing circles into the muscles surrounding your hips while guiding your movements to a slow roll.

You could feel Din grinning against your soaked pussy when your hands tangled themselves into his thick locks. Taking control of your movements, you slowly rolled your hips down and over Din’s hot mouth. His tongue delved into your heat, licking and making obscene noises that would make even the most experienced person blush. The curved ridge of his nose only added to the pleasure with every forward glide, nudging against your clit. 

Once you had a rhythm, the spark of pleasure in your belly erupted into a mighty flame of heat and passion. There was something so submissive — almost demeaning and immoral in nature — of having the Mandalorian under you and using the one feature he refuses to share with anyone else but you to get yourself off. And he liked it. You had glanced over your shoulder and noticed that sometime during your lust-induced haze, Din had freed his cock from its restraints and was now proudly standing at attention and swollen with desire. The bead of precum that dribbled down his length was so tempting that you couldn’t help yourself when you reached behind and took his hot cock in hand. 

Din groaned underneath you and turned his head to the side. “Mesh’la, no — this is about you.” 

You could barely comprehend what he had said because when he turned his head to nip at your thigh, the scruff along his jaw had brushed your clit just right and lust had picked you up and thrown you over the edge. Before you knew it you were cumming and bearing down on his face while your thighs squeezed his ears. The hand that was still tangled in his locks gave them a hard tug as did the hand that was wrapped around his cock. 

A primal snarl ripped through Din’s chest when he came all over his stomach and your back. You could feel his cum dripping down the small of your back and ass. You were certain that his tight grip on your hips would leave purple and blue marks in the morning but you could care less as Din lapped at your weeping cunt. 

Eventually you came down from your high and rolled off Din and onto your stomach; mindful of his cum drying on your back that you didn’t want to get on the sheets. Resting your cheek on your arm, you looked at Din whose eyes were screwed tight and chest heaved with exertion. The low light of the hull just barely picked up the light sheen of your release that painted his face. You reached out a hand and cupped his jaw, turning him so that his eyes met yours. The mocha coloring of his irises appeared more prominent as the lust in his eyes slowly faded away. 

“Just give me a moment, pretty thing,” Din sucked in a gulp of air before giving you a wicked grin. “You’re going for another ride.”

~~~~

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT WEALTH

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I don't think there's an answer. Switching to a new set of buildings, and do things that you do not, ordinarily, be a group. The company that did was RCA, and Farnsworth's reward for his efforts was a decade of patent litigation. Who cares if you could read the minds of the consumers, you'd find these factors were all blurred together. It's rare to get things right the first time in our history, the bullies stopped stealing the nerds' lunch money. I had the misfortune to participate in what amounted to a controlled experiment to prove that. The discoverer is entitled to reply, why didn't you? I know, without knowing they know, that they can create wealth. When we switch to the point of view of a programmer using any of the languages higher up the power continuum. What were the results of this experiment? It takes an effort of will to push through this and get something released to users.

But these had had literally orders of magnitude less scrutiny. By the end of last year. In fact, nice is not the only way to decide which to call it is by comparison with other startups. What you're doing is business creation. It's a good metaphor because it reminds you that when the audience can communicate with one another. The whole tone is bogus. If you want a potato or a pencil or a place to work. Good does not mean being a pushover. But this is a list of the biggest ideas at Google is going to come up with more. And for the same reason: their performance can be measured. When you hear your call is important to us, please stay on the line, do you think, all you have to know who you should be nice to everyone. Developing new technology is a pain in the ass.

Giotto saw traditional Byzantine madonnas painted according to a formula that had satisfied everyone for centuries, and to lose one's sense of humor is to shrug off misfortunes, and to a lesser extent Britain under the labor governments of the 1960s and early 1970s. They didn't care what language Viaweb was written in, or didn't care, I wanted to keep it. He probably considers them about equivalent in power to, say, Python? For one thing, the official fiction is that you don't realize that. And it can't have been heredity, because it was more valuable, but because it is a good bet, he's still at a disadvantage. Gas stations? In this case we get three: the NPD Group, the creative director of GQ.

I had that something was amiss was that I couldn't talk to them. Their reporters do go out and learn Lisp. It must have seemed to our competitors that we had some kind of consumer gadget. If you do everything the way the average big company does it, you should leave business models for later, just as you'd leave some trivial but messy feature for version 2. But Durer's engravings and Saarinen's womb chair and the Pantheon and the original Porsche 911 all seem to me slightly funny. This bites you twice: in addition to the direct cost in time, there's the cost in fragmentation—breaking people's day up into bits too small to measure. Like having more than one founder, one VC, and he'll chase down the implications of what one said to them. Why call an auction site eBay?

When you made mistakes, what caused you to make them. I am much the richer for the operating system FreeBSD, which I'm running on the computer I'm using now, and so is Yahoo, which runs it on all their servers. I never reach them through the Times front page is a list of 5 commands Don't ignore your dreams; don't work too much; say what you think; cultivate friendships; be happy. And God help you if you choose them. There is no shortcut to it. It seems unlikely this is a simple answer to the wrong question. If you have a much greater chance of succeeding. But once you've admitted that one high level language can be more powerful than a community of talented people working on related problems. Another thing blogs and open source have in common is the Web. Salesmen are an exception. The recipe for great work is: very exacting taste, plus the ability to gratify it. Our startup made software for making online stores.

They want statements with punch, like top ten. When those far removed from the creation of wealth—undergraduates, reporters, politicians—hear that the richest 5% of the people have half the total wealth, they tend to write it first for whatever computer they personally use. Presumably it killed just about 100% of the startups we've funded have had a founder leave. They believe this because it really feels that way to them. Ditto for many other kinds of companies that don't make anything physical. For most people the best plan probably is to go to work for them. Facebook rightly ignored, look for ideas from the other direction. But you don't need to join a company to do that completely. But more people could do it than do it now. We did it because we want their software to be good. I had that something was amiss was that I couldn't talk to them.

And we weren't the only ones they did great things for the companies they fund, why didn't they start them? Microsoft would still have signed the deal. You look at them and you think, all you need is good hackers: if you depend on an oligopoly, you sink into bad habits that are hard to overcome when you suddenly get competition. When my IBM Thinkpad's hard disk died soon after, it became my only laptop. Few know this, I mean the structure of the calculation. The sterility of offices is supposed to suggest efficiency. If there are three founders and one who was away half the time talking to executives at cell phone companies, trying to arrange deals.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Jackie McDonough, Trevor Blackwell, Ben Horowitz, Justin Kan, Aaron Iba, Robert Morris, Karen Nguyen, and Harj Taggar for the lulz.

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→  Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off,  stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

→ You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

[juviaafullbuster]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE

"JUVIAAAA"

He should have known. He should have seen it coming the moment he heard that blue cat call out her name. Of course nothing good would come from this. That stupid cat, exceed, whatever he is, was raised by Natsu after all.  But he didn't think much of it when he saw him flying towards Juvia, who was currently sitting with the other girls and landing in the middle of their table.

"Yes Happy?"

"Remember what I told you when we came back from Edolas?"

Happy was wiggling his tail excitedly, while trying to hold back from spilling the information immediately. After all, he lives for the drama. Juvia on the other hand was just looking at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Juvia isn't following.."

"You know, about the Juvia in Edolas and how the Gray there is obsessed with her.."

"Oh yes! Of course Juvia remembers that! The other Juvia is very lucky.."

"Yeah, and guess what? She got even luckier. Turns out they've got-"

"HAPPY!"

Gray had to stop him before he spilled too much. Why were they on the other side of the hall anyways? Juvia was always stuck to him whenever he came back from a mission. Why did she have to abandon him now of all times?

"What is it Gray? I'm busy delivering information."

"If you don't shut it that's the last information you'll ever deliver."

At that Happy visibly gulped. Gray was sure he was considering whether it was worth taking the risk. He probably still remembered the incident where Gray had declared him his enemy. Gray himself didn't remember much of what happened, just that it wasn't his proudest moment when he woke up half naked on an island surrounded by strangers. Now however, he was glad it had happened. At least that cat knew what he was dealing with and wouldn't dare to finish that sentence.

"Hey popsicle, are you threatening Happy?"

This just keeps getting better. Of course Natsu had to get involved as well. All he wanted was to enjoy being back home and spending some time with Juvia. And he wasn't doing either. Really, the last thing he needed was Natsu and his damn cat to ruin things for him.

"I don't threaten anyone unless necessary. So if you want to save him from trouble, tell your cat to back off."

"I'M AN EXCEED!"

"Like I care. Point is, shut up."

"HEY, DON'T TALK TO HAPPY LIKE THAT!"

"Stay out of it, flamebrain!"

"IF HAPPY IS INVOLVED, I'M INVOLVED."

"Whatever.."

He just needed to get to Juvia. There was no need to participate in the conversation with Natsu. Not that you could actually hold one. It would always end in a fight and if that idiot doesn't shut up soon, Gray was sure that this will be the case today as well. So he decided to be the bigger person and ignore Natsu, no matter how much he was provoked. However Natsu didn't get the message.

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're being weird lately. Happy noticed too, right Happy?"

"Aye!"

"I'm not being weird, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think it's because he's jealous of you!"

"WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF NATSU?"

"He did tell me what happened.. is it because he has more woman than you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know, that snow woman. He had quite a lot on his side, you however just had-"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Like it wasn't bad enough that he was going to tell Juvia about their Edolas counterparts, she really didn't need to know about that whole woman in the depth of his heart thing.

"You're jealous of me?"

"Who's jealous of who?

"Gray is jealous of Natsu."

"Seriously?"

"NO!"

That's it. He's going to kill that cat. But first he'll have to deal with Natsu because he was costing him his nerves as well. So next thing he knew, they were throwing fists at each other until Erza forcefully stopped them.

"What is this about? Explain yourself before I pull out my sword."

"Grays being mean to Happy."

"That's because Happy is stupid! Probably got it from you.."

"SILENCE! Happy!"

"Yes?"

"Explain!"

"Well, Gray is being mean to me just because I wanted to tell Juvia about what we saw in Edolas. I don't see why he's so worked up over it, I mean I was just going to say that they're married."

"Who's married?"

"Gray and Juvia!"

Silence. The whole guild went silent. Well, except for Happys snickering. Gray could swear he felt his soul leave his body. He was certain he would never hear the end of it. After all, he could already feel the eyes on him.

"Gray and Juvia are married in Edolas?" It was Juvia who decided to break the awful silence. Happy nodded eagerly in response to her question.

More silence. Or as Gray would say, the calm before the storm.

"Is that true?" Juvia was looking at him with wide eyes. He knows her well enough by now to know exactly what was currently going on in her head. He could tell her imagination was going wild with wedding pictures. But she was clearly holding back from squealing, instead she kept staring at him, desperately waiting for an answer. Gray sighed.

"Yes.."

And then all hell broke loss. Mira was cornering him trying to find out as much as possible, while Cana kept adding her inappropriate comments. Elfman starting shouting something about marriage being manly, whatever that meant. By the time Gray had managed to escape from them Juvia was no longer in sight.

"Juvia?"

"She went outside, said she needed to cool down."  Lucy smirked proudly, making Gray fear her next sentence. "Good thing you're an ice wizard. Who else could cool her down?"

"Hilarious. I'm going outside."

"Of course you are."

Gray didn't bother reacting anymore. Instead he went to search for Juvia. The cold air outside hit him in the face. It wasn't until now that he realized how stuffy it was in there.

He distanced himself from the guild hall while keeping an eye out for his bluenette. He really had missed her during his mission and now that he was back, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. After all, he had finally acknowledged his feelings for her and after seeing their counterparts in Edolas and that vision he had been trapped in, it just made him long for her more.

Those feelings still freaked him out somehow. He wasn't aware that he was capable of feeling this much for someone. But Juvia had really broken down every single one of his walls. And he was really grateful for that. She was the one who kept pulling him back whenever he was close to the edge. She's his power to live, even though having admitted that so bluntly in front of her still got him all embarrassed. And her teasing didn't help one bit.

"Juvia!" He spotted her on a bench near the lake. She seemed lost in thought. When she heard his voice however, she immediately spun around.

"Graysama! Juvia is sorry for leaving so abruptly.."

"Don't worry about that. Are you okay?"

He sat down next to her. Usually he would leave a space between them, not wanting to give her any ideas. But things changed. And now here he was, sitting as close to her as possible, longing for her touch. Juvia smiled at him.

"Juvia is very happy that you're back."

"I'm happy to be back too. I.." He cleared his throat and looked away shyly. "I missed you."

"Juvia missed you too. Juvia was wondering whether you were doing alright, if you manged to stay dressed and whether the others bothered to pick up the clothes you discarded.." she kept talking but Gray was too focused on her beauty, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky having someone like her in his life.

"I want what they have as well." Gray had blurted out the thought before he could realize it.

"What who has?" Juvia questioned him. He could go back on his word, pretend he never said it. But what's the point? He was just making himself suffer by prolonging it. And he had promised her to be clear with his intentions once he got back, not that he got to finish that promise before he was swept back to Elentir. Point is, it was time for him to be honest.

"I want what Edolas Gray and Juvia have.."

"You want.. you want to marry Juvia!?"

"What? No!"

"No?"

This wasn't going the way he wanted it all. Gray sighed.

"One day."

"One day?"

"Yes, one day I'm going to marry you. But I think it's still a little early for that. To be fair, our counterparts in Edolas are older.."

Juvia just kept looking at him in disbelief. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't exactly his style to be so open and honest. They didn't start dating yet and he was already talking about marriage. Juvia had really impacted him..

"Listen. I want to be with you. Like Edo Gray is with Edo Juvia, like Fairy Nail Glen is with Fairy Nail Juvina.. I want Earthland Gray to be with Earthland Juvia as well."

"What's Fairy Nail? And who is Juvina?"

"That's a long story.. point is I want to be with you. I'm sorry I'm not as clear with my intentions as the other me. But that doesn't mean I want you less than he wants his Juvia.."

By this point Gray was a blushing mess. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, too afraid to see her reaction. He had literally just run her over with emotions.

"Graysama doesn't have to be sorry."

"Huh?"

"For not being as clear with his feelings. I feel in love with this version of Gray, the Earthland version. Juvia wouldn't change a thing about you."

Gray smiled at her. She was truly too perfect. How did she always know what to say? She seemed so calm and collected while he was literally trying his best not to freak out.

"And Juvia would like that very much as well. Earthland Gray and Earthland Juvia being together.." she was looking at Gray sweetly and he couldn't help the smile that took over his face.

"I promise to be the best version of myself for you."

"You already are."

They smiled at each other and Gray tucked behind the hair that had fallen into her face. He found himself leaning closer and he saw Juvia doing the same. He had just closed his eyes, just a little away from finally kissing her after thinking about it for so long, when a voice interrupted them, making them jump apart.

"Gray loves Juvia!"

"Quiet Happy!

"They are so cute together."

"About time he made a move."

How had he not seen them hiding behind that bush. He'll admit Lucy, Wendy and Charles were hidden pretty well, but Natsus pink hair and Happys blue fur were visible to everyone. And Erza hadn't even bothered hiding. He must have been too focused on the girl in front of him to notice. Said girl was now blushing furiously.

"I'm going to kick their asses.."

"Juvia thinks it's sweet that they're so supportive of you. You have a great team."

"How are they a great team? They literally interrupted a very important moment."

"Juvia knows.. but Juvia is very happy already."

"So you don't want me to kiss you?"

"Juvia didn't say that!"

He was truly enjoying teasing her. So much, he was able to ignore his friends presence. So instead of letting them ruin their moment, he leaned in and finally, after so long, kissed her. It took her a moment to react, but once she did, Gray felt like the luckiest person in the universe. He was never going to let her go.

"Juvia loves you very much."

"And I love Juvia very much."

He kissed her again, already addicted. His friends were cheering, probably happy that he finally made a move. He couldn't blame them, it took him long enough.

"All that because I told her about Edolas Gray and Juvias marriage. Imagine what she'll do when she hears about Greige.."

"Who's Greige?"

"HAPPY!"

♡♡♡

Here you have it, my contribution to Gruvia day! I hope you like it, let me know what you think :)

Also, I'm still fangirling over the drawing we got today. Maybe I'll write something about that too one day..

Anyways, happy Gruvia day! ♡

[takamishinko]

hey its me again, feel free to do other requests if you have them but id like to ask if could you do a nsfw part 2 to denkis “your scars are beautiful”. or really just a denki x m reader nsfw scenario/smutshot (?) thing if you dont feel like continuing it, thank you in advance :D

first time writing smut ahaha this was fun to write

charging...

pronouns: he/him

warnings: nsfw, swallowing, no protection

a/n: we could've finished this wqy earlier but we can't take anything seriously and fucked around for like a good hour laughing our asses off lol

e/n (editors note): wap wap wap wap wap 😹

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you and denki just finished having dinner at a restaurant with the rest of the bakusquad. it was a pretty nice hangout thing you guys did often. every friday you guys would go to a specific place mina introduced to everyone and you all ended up loving the place. they had food that catered to everyone's taste, even bakugou’s hard to satisfy palette. 

you and the squad headed back to the dorms together, it was no secret that you and denki shared the same room since you two were dating so everyone else went back to their own rooms while you and denki headed back together. denki flopped onto the bed you both shared the second he opened the door, not before taking off his shoes of course.

denki sighed with content, "ahhh~ that place is good as always, it never fails to disappoint me with the burgers, i could eat them all day i swear!" he exclaimed happily. you chuckled at his cute antics.

"oh! we also don't have school tomorrow, woohoo!" denki finished as he stretched his arms out.

you weren't really bothered by denki's rambles since you knew he was the talkative type and tended to go on rambles a lot. but this time wasn't like the usual… it was almost like he was trying to hint to you something. 

you knew exactly what denki was up to. telling you the room was kind of hot, unbuttoning his shirt just enough so that you can see his pecs. while denki's body wasn't as buff as shoji’s or bakugou’s but it was still pretty well built even being on the lean side. you would also be a big ass liar if you said you weren't turned on by his actions. of course your boyfriend teasing you would turn you on.

though you knew what he was trying to do you kept up your clueless act because it was fun for you to tease him back a little. you were having your amusement playing innocent in front of him until the blonde male suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed. 

“heh, playing innocent on me huh? c’mon baby~ i know you want all this.” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and took it off. his abs and pecs were irresistible and the proof was the hard on you had in your pants, you knew it well and so did denki. 

“i have no idea what you’re talking about babe~” you teased back, a playful grin forming at the corner of your lips. 

“fine! i guess i’ll have to show you with actions then.” 

your boyfriend’s lips pressed onto yours without any hesitation, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, who were you to resist him? the kiss he gave was sloppy but you didn’t mind it a single bit, it was actually quite arousing to you and you enjoyed it. of course you couldn’t let your boyfriend have all the fun so you put a little force into the kiss too instead of just letting his tongue swirl around in your mouth. the kiss between you broke after a minute or so, both of your faces red. you looked down and saw a bulge in denki’s sweatpants.

you licked your lips, “c’mon, take them off big guy~ you’re suffering in those.” you giggled with a licentious look gracing your features.

“with pleasure baby.” denki replied, nothing but pure lust dripping from each word.

you already seen denki’s cock before but something about the outline of it on his comical lightning patterned boxers turned you on to the max. without second thoughts you started to lick your boyfriend’s cock through his boxers, teasing him while you’re at it.

“why don’t you play with what’s under it instead?” he groaned out at the sight of you. god you turned him on so much.

you didn’t reply and pulled down his yellow boxers instead. his cock sprung out with excitement. denki was probably not the biggest, but it was definitely above average and enough to satisfy every last one of your needs. you wrapped your lips around his cock and started going further down inch by inch, using your tongue to lap at it as well. denki’s face contorted into pleasure. wanton moans inevitably escaped his mouth and they were like music to your ears. this egged you on and you hollowed out your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.

“oh fuck! y/n i’m getting close, ah- cumming!” he whined loudly.

without leaving his dick you swallowed every last drop of cum from you received from him. you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show him you enjoyed it, as if you were telling him “thank you for the meal.”

“that felt so fucking good baby… i want more, can i put it in?” he asked, feeling a bit impatient.

“you’re insatiable,” you chucked out, he rolled his eyes in response “but of course you can~” 

as soon as denki heard your answer he practically jumped on you to pull down your pants and your boxers together leaving your ass and cock exposed to him. you flushed at his rushed movements.

 “denki-”

he cut you off, “you’re so fucking hot baby, i wanna fuck you so bad.” denki spoke with desire while looking at your lower half.

your boyfriend couldn’t wait any longer so he grabbed the lube that was sitting in his nightstand and spread some on his finger

“just relax alright?” he murmured as he spread a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started to loosen you up. he started with one and eventually added two more fingers. you jolted a little as your entrance was explored but once denki had hit a certain spot your eyes rolled back of your head, your back arched and you let out a whine.

“o-oh fuck! denki!” you gasped out, your hips jerking upwards as he continued to abuse your prostate. tears formed at your eyes, you felt like you were melting, his fingers felt so good. 

your mewls shot straight down to his cock, “feels good huh?” he leaned down, whispering into your ear before nipping on it. you couldn’t respond to his sultry tone, you were so out of it. god you needed more.

"denki just put it in already..! i can't help it anymore. i need your cock." you mewled weakly, your voice hoarse. 

"alright~ don't blame me if i go a lil' too hard on ya now." denki grinned as he shoved his dick straight into your hole, hitting your prostate immediately. you let out a loud moan as he immediately thrusts at a fast pace.

you gasped and whimpered out, “a-ah! denki! slow down a little… too fast.” you couldn’t keep up with his pace. 

“can’t handle it babe? i’ll slow down for you then.” denki replies with a smirk. he didn’t want to hurt you.

denki then continued to make slow yet deep thrusts into your ass. they didn’t hurt like the first time you guys did but rather euphoric. his cock was hitting a spot that your fingers or toys could’ve never reached, a whole new level of pleasure. even though this wasn’t your first time it felt so good having your boyfriend inside you again, he never fails to disappoint you in the bedroom. 

“nggh, your ass feels so fucking good. you take my cock so well baby boy.” denki moaned. 

“y-your cock feels so good denki..!” you replied, a trail drool indecently leaving your mouth, mixing on the sheets with the salty tears that fell from your eyes.

he then again pressed his lips onto yours and invaded your mouth with his tongue. it almost felt like heaven, making out with your boyfriends passionately while his big cock hit your prostate over and over again. the pleasure made you lose yourself and you didn’t even notice that you were getting close, and with denki picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, you could tell he was close too. 

“d-denki! i’m gonna cum-“ you moan out loudly in a high pitched tone.

denki groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “me too baby- let’s come together..!” 

and just before he could finish his sentence both of you reached your climax and both of you moaned out in shameless pleasure. the two of you stared at each other and tried to regulate your breaths.

“you felt amazing baby...” denki spoke with affection while holding your cheek with his right hand. 

“you felt really good too denki...” you reply as you did the same with your left hand.

the two of you shared a quick kiss before giggling. the two of you were fatigued after your activities, both of you quickly took a shower together and got into bed. both of you fell asleep while cuddling each other on the bed.

[semischarmed]

Temptation

-Wednesday- 

I love him so much. God I love him. And he’ll never know. Maybe it was a curse from a past life or something. To live like this, tantalizingly close to him but unable to act. I knew he didn’t see me that way, but that didn’t help any in my situation. 

Take today for instance, he just came back from the gym today soaked in the lingering smell of sweat. It was probably residual perspiration on the clothes he was carrying back or some other thing in his bag. Still. The smell. Goddamn. I could have died and gone to heaven on the spot. I tried to sneak a whiff of Connor, but all I could pick up was whatever soap and cologne he used. It was earthy, woodsy. Like cut cedar and fresh rain. It’s the Connor I always smelled, since he did always keep himself quite clean, and it’s a wonderful scent in its own right, forming the basis of my idea of Connor and the scent I associated with him. But damn. This paled in comparison to the hints of musk and workout sweat I could glean from his clothing. He reeked of pure man and it’s such a shame he covered that up. God I hope he doesn’t do laundry anytime soon.

He must have picked up on something, cause not a moment later I got a “Oh dude! I’m so sorry, this stuff probably reeks haha. I’ll get it washed up so it doesn’t stink up the place” he laughed politely. Fuck.

“Sure, you do you” I stated back, mentally cursing at his propensity for cleanliness.

You’d think the ROTC guys wouldn’t give two fucks about their smell but I guess Connor was an exception. Then again I don’t really know what they did, so maybe it was normal for them. In any case, he definitely did laundry tonight, and I definitely lost out on a good jack off.

-Friday-

So, weird thing happened last night. Connor looked tired as fuck, but he went out. The man must have been running on sheer willpower alone cause he had some kind of training day earlier today too. He collapsed in his room at like 8. Yet there he was an hour later- eyes bloodshot, hair tousled. Maybe he wanted to let loose or something? Still pretty weird. I mean, the guy was practically a saint. It’s odd enough that he went out for drinks, but even odder that he went out dressed like he did. Still I could definitely get used to a more experimental Connor. 

He was also a little looser when he came back. Gave me a pat on the shoulder and a wink. Something about “keeping the room safe” or something. I couldn’t concentrate enough to tell what he was actually rambling about. His breath was drenched in alcohol. I feel like I almost got drunk off the fumes alone when he spoke. No surprise when he had no recollection of any of it after he woke up from his nap. 

Total guilty pleasure, but the messy look was kind of hot on him. Never seen my friend so disheveled like this, he was always so prim and proper. It’s kind of nice to see him knocked down a few pegs. 

-Tuesday-

Connor let out a cute yawn before scratching his pits. He gave his scratching hand a quick sniff before settling into a satisfied smile. My dick jumped a little. I feigned ignorance when he regarded me, asking me if I saw that. “I… uh…no. Definitely not.” 

“Sure dude.” Now fully aware of my stare, Connor continued scratching at himself. “You’re seeing this now though, right?” He ran a hand over his stomach, gently feeling through his defined abs. I kept replaying the event in my head, drooling the delight I just witnessed and at a little daydream of me coming up to to feel this new side of Connor with him. In my daze, I barely noticed my roommate inching closer.

Plus, did he seem… bigger? Though I can’t say I’ve ever seen the guy without a shirt on so I guess I just never noticed. Regardless, this version of Connor was fucking hot. Looks like he’s got a tat too. Hot. 

“Baby if you’re gonna keep looking, you might as well have a taste.” He laughed warmly. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. In my stunned state, I couldn’t do anything beyond stare at him in disbelief as a vascular hand that seemed larger than it should be guided mine around his perky ass. God what a nice ass. I still recoiled out of the sheer absurdity in the situation. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my brain around the idea of this Connor. It’s like he was two different people. Well, I definitely liked this version of my friend more. I’m still drooling over what just happened.

“Another time, then,” he chuckled before walking to his room. 

Weird. Connor never really shut his door other than to sleep. Guess he was tired or something. 

-Thursday-

Well shit, I totally misread all of that. Today, I thought I saw that same glint of intrigue in his eyes and decided to risk it. Conner was just sitting in his boxers eating cereal and I was just standing there, a few feet behind. I couldn’t help it. My hand instinctively reached out and the cupped the outline of his ass. Perky. It was cute and compact and plump but definitely had a bit of muscle behind it. I regretted the action immediately. 

“…The fuck dude?” He gently whispered. It was more bewilderment than anything. Fuck. He was incredulous and I couldn’t blame him. Anger raged inside him, I could tell. But neither of us knew what to do in the situation. We stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours before I relented.

In shame I could barely stammer out a shameful “s-sorry” before I slunk back to my room, bright red. 

I fucked up.

-Monday-

Okay. Scratch everything I just said. Connor is fucking with me. He’s got to be. He strode around the apartment half naked, humming a quiet tune to himself. Sure. Fine, I guess. Whatever. But as soon as he noticed me on the couch working on an essay, he walked over and gave me a hug from behind. Oh my god that hug. Connor was a lean dude, but I swear his muscles were fucking bulging, like they were barely contained in his skin. He wrapped those thick pythons over my shoulders and chest and I just about melted on the spot. I’m pretty sure I moaned a little too. Who wouldn’t? Wrapped in his warm embrace, surrounded by this man- I was his for that moment. I tensed up on the spot. I knew he didn’t swing that way, so I don’t know what he was trying but there was no way I would fall for what I could only assume was some kind of trap. 

He spoke in a tone laced in sex. It set me off in a way I didn’t expect. This was a side of Connor I’ve never seen, a tone of Connor I’ve never heard- an experience of Connor I’ve never had. It was a Connor I never knew I needed.

“I’ve seen the way you look at this body. You’re not very subtle.” In the faintest of whispers, he leaned in until his lips were barely touching my ear. My dick was already rock hard in anticipation- I was practically bursting at the seams and I’m sure he had a great view of it. “Just say the word and ‘Connor’ is yours”. 

With a control and a willpower I never had before, I refrained from kissing this boy- from putting myself all over him on the spot. I mentally cursed at my friend. ‘What the fuck are you playing at Connor?’ 

His hot, damp breath caressed my ear in its own embrace as I stood my ground, unmoving like stone. “Got to hand it to you, bro, you put up a really good fight. It’s okay. I love a good fight. Makes victory taste all the more sweeter.” The feel of Connor’s thick, defined fingers running through my hair and wet, slimy tongue across my cheek. He rolled his body forward, so the pulse through his abs would be felt across the back of my neck. From this spot, he was downright imposing. His guns went in for another caress- this time wrapping across my cheeks and around my chin.

“You know I love you bro… This body’s straight as an arrow. But it’s my body- I’ll go gay for you if you want”. What the fuck. Oh god I got a bit of his sweat on my cheek too. My eyes fluttered, body entrapped in a spell of my own hormones reacting to my friend’s advances.

Connor broke me. I shivered on the spot, leaned up to the man, moaned an “Oh fuck…Connor I-I need you. I-” before he cut me off. “Well bro, kind of looks like you still got some work today- you have fun with that.” He laughed coldly. He was fucking with me.

That whole exchange was really fucking weird, cause just a few hours later, it was back to pure awkward silence between us. Like a flip of a switch, the every energy he exuded around me could only be described as “uncomfortable”. I wanted to talk to him, to speak with him about earlier, to tell him I wanted him the same way. Something about those eyes read differently though. They read the same Connor I had been used to until recently. I decided to hold my tongue. Something about this situation wasn’t adding up.

Also I’m pretty sure this kid needs to see a doctor or something. I swear the guy doesn’t sleep- he’s out every night and then I see his tired ass drag himself to class every morning. Rushing a frat? Weird drugs? Could have been a host of things. 

-Tuesday-

Now 4 days since the incident last week. Thankfully he hasn’t brought it up- nor has he brought up whatever the fuck yesterday was. If it was even real. I sweat and stumble over my sentences in every conversation I make with him. I flash back to what he said to me. God, this was all too much. Every time I try to focus myself, focus on whatever he was talking to me about, I couldn’t help but think of the Connor that visited me yesterday night. 

Maybe, maybe it was just a hallucination. Maybe I dreamed it all up. I was working on an essay for hours. The whole encounter could have easily been a dream. He’s been going out every night too, so it’s not like he could have been speaking to me that coherently. Still. That didn’t make it any better. Whether or not he knew it, Connor was a demon in my life. 

I shamefully admit I totally jacked off to that little exchange from yesterday after he left. Grabbed some used Connor-scented garments off his hamper and exploded all over myself in a Connor-themed session. Nothing like the exquisite gym-soaked clothes from a week ago, but it was enough. It was still Connor. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in pleasure as I took a breath, basking in the afterglow and the scent of forest and earth and faintest lingering musk of Connor in my nose. Connor was everything to me and, hallucination or not, I committed yesterday’s events to memory. 

-Still Tuesday-

Shitshitshit. Definitely not a dream. I caught the son of a bitch. In the dead of night, I caught him sneaking in from a dark corner of the room. Like a figure manifest from the shadows itself. He was holding some silver figurine in his hand, reciting some odd words, before he lunged at the sleeping Connor. He gave my roommate a quick sniff before scoffing. “Bro you have to stop cleaning all your nice smells away… With that the stranger pulled at the corners of Connor’s mouth. I watched as my roommate’s skin was forced to accommodate the man’s muscular calves. 

I watched as the stranger pulled Connor every further up himself. Damn, even in the dark I could tell the man was ripped. When his head finally slotted into where Connor’s skull would be, and Connor’s face was stretched being pulled, I saw the immediate change in my friend’s demeanor. This was the guy who’s been fucking with me recently. This was why Connor looked so buff lately. I couldn’t see the man who jumped inside my best friend, but I could never wipe that smug smile he wore through Connor’s face. 

The smell that originated from inside Connor, the same smell I experienced a week ago. God I loved that scent. It permeated throughout the room. Best friend concentrate. Like a humid, musky, grime that clung to the very air and decorated my nostrils. I never wanted his scent out of me again. I felt like I was inhaling Connor himself, regarding a newly discovered private part of my friend.

My stomach churned in a mix of anticipation and horror. Sweat beaded at my temples. Gotta admit, this was kind of hot. I had to figure out what I was gonna do about this. Self-preservation kicked in and I fled to my room, taking special attention to ensure I did not alert the man inside Connor. Not like he’d notice anyways- dude was feeling himself up almost immediately after he slipped inside. 

-Wednesday-

It’s like clockwork at this point. The “other” Connor came back early in the morning from a wild night out, before passing out on our couch as I was finally able to speak with my friend. Impossibly tired eyes looked back at me. He gave a weak grimace. “Must have passed out again….Uh.. can I help you man?” My heart sank. Could I really tell him this? My poor roommate. “No, uh.. do you want any breakfast?”.

I could tell he had meant to say yes. He motioned as much, before staring at my face and turning away. Fuck. He was definitely still put off by last week’s advance. I honestly don’t blame him. “N-no. I got it. Thanks.” 

I grimaced awkwardly before shrugging and walking to fix myself some breakfast. This would complicate things. And I couldn’t do that to Connor. I needed to find a way to fix this without him knowing. Evidently, his body being used and worn out like an evening jacket was taking its toll on him. Despite whatever we were going through, he was still my friend. And I couldn’t in good faith add more to that burden. 

“Hey, one of the guys from the gym’s coming over for dinner, that cool?” 

“Yeah man, I’ll just order some extra pizza,” I said back, sighing internally in relief at some semblance of normalcy.

-Still Wednesday -

I met Connor’s gym friend. To be honest, already forgot his name. He gave me a wink when he shook my hand and I couldn’t stop staring all dinner. I think even Connor picked up on it. He looked almost jealous with all the attention I usually gave him being directed at the stranger. The stranger asked to use the bathroom, and I wanted to let him know how to get to it, but he seemed to already know the path.

“Hey bro, is it cool if I stay the night?“ I nodded automatically, lost in deep thought.

There’s something peculiar about the Connor’s gym friend. And I didn’t notice it until I was already in bed. Then hit me like a brick. 

That fucking smirk. 

-End-

If anyone knows who this guy is, please let me know… for.. uh.. research purposes.

[noteguk]

i was wondering how bad influence! jk and oc started interacting? like what made them start talking

[ ! ] this dabble is a prequel to “bad influence”

— words; 1.6k

~

Your professor was looking at you with expectation, the small piece of paper hanging between his fingers like the sword of Damocles over your head. You were staring at him in silence for a few seconds now, and the whole situation was starting to get awkward. 

“So,” he pressed on, dangling the paper in front of your eyes. On it, the name and phone number of one of your classmates. “What do you say?” 

When he asked you to stay after class, you expected it would be something related to tutoring. Your professor had mentioned it in passing a few times before, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when he told you he had found you someone who really needed your assistance. You were beaming with joy for precisely a minute and twenty one seconds until he revealed the name of your student. 

Jeon Jungkook. 

Before you had any chance to muster an excuse for why you couldn’t — under any circumstance — get close to someone like that, even less tutor him, your professor already had his card up his sleeve. “It’ll be good for your curriculum.” 

And you said yes in a heartbeat. 

~

Jungkook was predictable. You knew that he would be late (after all, his cringy bad boy persona would never allow him to follow one single rule in his life), you just didn’t know it would be almost two-hours-late. By the point that you saw that hurricane in human form walking into the library, you had already finished your homework for the entire week. 

He had the nerve to smirk at you, and you swore an oath to yourself that you wouldn’t present him with the irritation he was expecting. And you didn’t — with all the patience and kind-heartedness that your parents had pushed down your throat your entire life, you put on your best commercial smile and greeted him like he was just in time. 

“Well, now that you’re here, let’s start with the basics and go over some defense cells.” You tugged the heavy Immunology book towards you, quickly flipping the pages towards the chapter that you had chosen for that first session. Jungkook had already taken his typical slouched position on the chair next to you, looking like he was about to slide down to the carpeted floor. “I’d like to know how familiar you are with it, though. Can you start by telling me about the types of lymphocytes?” 

He chuckled, running one hand through his hair. “I have no idea what that shit is.”

You took a deep breath and ignored the irritation that was building up on your stomach. You didn’t know how someone could be so indifferent about everything. “Well... that’s why I’m here,” you managed to keep your voice cheerful. 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re here because you wanna get paid, princess. No need to play the Good Samaritan.”

You thought about telling him that you weren’t getting paid, but the idea wasn’t the best one. He’d probably mock you even more for wasting your Friday afternoon tutoring in the name of your curriculum. Not that he knew the importance of that, anyways. 

“This is some bullshit.” Jungkook rested his head on his crossed arms, lying over the table, pushing away your pens and notebooks as he did so. His black hair fell over his features as he grouchily mumbled out, “I don’t even know why I chose this class, it has nothing to do with my major.”

You were surprised that he was even majoring in something, instead of just frequenting the campus as an excuse to meet girls. “Well, I can't answer that for you, can I?” You asked, tapping on his book’s hardcover. That little antibody drawing was staring at you in a silent mockery, wondering if you’d be able to make him study — or even care about anything. “But I can help you with the rest. Now, come on. Types of lymphocytes.”

His eyebrows came down to form a confused frown. Jungkook would’ve probably given you the same reaction if you had just called his mother all the filthy names you could think of. “You’re really trying to teach me?” He asked. “Like, for real?” 

You sighed. The time you taught your little cousin how to read was less frustrating than that. “It’s kind of my job as a tutor, you know.”

Jungkook rose from his position and leaned back against the chair, his arms crossing before his chest. Beneath them, his strong pecs stressed against the fabric of his white shirt, but you refused to look. “You know that you can just pretend to teach me, I can pretend to learn, and you’re gonna get your credits anyways, right?” He asked as if you were the stupidest person he had ever met. “You don’t need to actually put in the effort, princess. Especially since I don’t give any fucks about immunology.” 

If he called you that stupid pet name one more time, you swore you were going to knock him out. “Well, I’m already here, I’d rather do things right.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. “God, you’re so booooring,” he groaned. “Don't you have some charity work to do or something?” 

“I’m doing it right now.” You smiled. “I can see that you’re really trying to fail this class, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just trying to do my job—“

“Boooooring,” he sang, louder than the librarian would ever allow if she was close enough to hear him. Jungkook looked back at you, his eyes narrowed. You couldn’t really tell if he was disgusted or just annoyed. “Why do you even care? It’s just some stupid class, it doesn’t even matter. I’ll tell the professor you taught me everything and we can both go home.” 

“I can’t do that,” you said, firm. 

“Why not?” 

“First of all, because that’s wrong,” you told him. Just as you were about to say that, also, his unavoidable horrible grades would make clear that he hadn’t learned shit (which would make you look like a clown instead of a tutor), his laugh ruptured your sentence. 

“Oh, come on. You’re kidding me.” He smiled brightly — not a tender one, of course, but one full of perverse mockery. You had never met someone as condescending as Jungkook, and he was managing to push every single button inside you. “That’s wrong? What are you, six?” 

You frowned. “You’re the child here, just trying to find a easy way out instead of putting in the eff—“ 

“What are your dreams, princess?” He interrupted again, leaning his head to the side. You really, really, really hated him. “Wait, no, let me guess. A family, a suburban house, and a dog? A nine to five? Something like that? Having your husband cheat with the babysitter before you’re forty?”

Some part of you knew that he was just trying to make you so angry that you would give up on tutoring him. Jungkook didn’t know that you wouldn’t throw away your obligations so quickly, but he was able to make you mad enough to get an answer. “What are yours?” you spat, kindness long forgotten. “Remaining unemployed, talentless, mentally trapped in your twenties, and fucking desperate milfs for money until you die from an early overdose?” 

If your priest had heard you talk like that, he would most surely faint. 

Jungkook, however, didn’t seem so horrified. In fact, his disgusted smile quickly morphed into a diverted one, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Uh,” he mumbled. “Interesting.”

The shame from your previous outburst was starting to weigh down on you, but you managed to keep it undercover. “What?” 

“Didn’t know you had a mouth on you,” he said, clearly entertained. In a way, you were glad that he hadn’t taken your words to heart, because he could probably snap you in half if he was feeling like it. “You’re always so shy and shit. I thought you were going to cry.” 

“I’m not shy,” you spoke, defensive. You had gotten close to shedding a couple tears, but he didn’t need to know that. You hated confrontation. “I just don’t wanna talk to people like you unless I’m obligated to.” 

He raised his eyebrows — a silent threat. “People like me?”

There was a second of hesitation from your part that Jungkook didn’t miss. “Yes.” You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze. As much as Jungkook was annoying the shit out of you, you didn’t actually want to have a full-blown argument with him. Especially on university grounds. “People who can’t even tell me about lymphocytes. Now, are you done with your victimization session? Can we start, or do you wanna tell me more about how you’re burning college money and you are so superior because of it?” 

He chuckled and looked you up and down — actually looked at you. Weirdly enough, it felt like the first time that Jungkook was actually seeing you, and not the empty shell of a stereotype that he had built for you in his peanut-sized brain. “You’re really trying here, aren’t you?” He asked. 

You didn’t know if he was talking about the tutoring session anymore, but you decided not to bite. “Is that a sin now?” And, before he could say anything else, you added, “Page 124. Come on. Unlike you, I don’t have all day to sit around doing nothing.” 

He smirked. “You’re more fun than you look, princess.” 

And, for the first time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t predictable — he actually opened the book on the page you told him to. 

~

One hour later, he was already dozing off, a small puddle of saliva accumulating on top of his chaotic notes. Still, you counted that as a victory. 

~

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[wonderfilworld]

Ardor

Remus Lupin x fem reader 

a/n: this is for a request: “Could you do a Remus lupin x reader with a decent age gap with a light, embarrassed daddy or sir kink and thigh riding?” I didn’t really specify a decent age gap or anything, just that Remus is older than you but you’re out of Hogwarts and in The Order together!

word count: 2k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy kink, thigh riding; cursing; kissing. if there’s anything else let me know!

Masterlist   To be added to my taglist

You thumbed through the book in your hands, trying to calm your mind as it was late and you needed to get some sleep. The day was a long one; The Order meeting had run into the early morning hours.

The kids had returned to school, and you were missing the constant chatter that went on in Sirius’ home. You were thankful he allowed you to stay with him; especially with everything going on, you didn’t feel like being alone in your tiny apartment, and you know Sirius appreciates the extra company. Remus also stays within these walls - right down the hall, actually - and the thought of the brunette makes you groan as you throw an arm over your eyes. 

Remus was just a little bit older than you, but he was so handsome, how could you not be infatuated with him? You saw how he looked at you, how he would eye you almost hungrily some days, and it frustrates you that he’s never acted on it.

You sit up; you’re not falling asleep anytime soon, so you decide to tidy your room a bit to help you tire. Clothes are thrown haphazardly on your desk, so you pick them up one by one and store them in their rightful places. 

You hear a soft knock at your door, and you don’t think twice before you quietly call out a come in. You don’t remember that the only articles of clothing you’re wearing are a t-shirt that slides down one shoulder and a pair of panties being covered by the hem of your shirt. 

“Hey, I -” Only when you hear Remus’ sentence stop prematurely do you remember your attire. Your eyes widen and your back is to him, and you don’t know if it’s better to be facing him or not. 

You make up your mind quickly though, as you turn around, hands still clutching one of your sweaters you were in the middle of putting away. 

“R-Remus,” you stutter, eyes still wide as you realize that he hasn’t looked away; hasn’t backed himself out of your room even after taking in your half-naked body.

He seems to snap out of his trance then, shaking his head profusely as he speaks. “Sorry, I just heard you up and wanted to check on you.”

You nod once before speaking, “I’m okay, just not tired.”

He hums, fumbling a book in his large hands, one you’re sure he was in the middle of reading when he heard your footsteps across your room. 

He’s still in his day clothes; worn jeans and a button-up shirt that’s rolled up his sleeves. You want to make a move - it’s the perfect time - he’s looking along the expanse of your body and you can feel heat creeping its way up your neck and face. You shift back and forth on your feet as you pick at the sweater in your arms. 

Remus must mistake your nervousness for uncomfortableness because he quickly rushes out, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go.” 

“No!” You say, and you internally cringe at how desperate you sound. “No, no, it’s fine.” 

Remus gives another nod of understanding and says, “You wanna talk?”

You signal your head yes, pulling out your desk chair and indicating for him to sit. 

He turns to shut your door, and you try to calm yourself, trying to convey to your body he’s only doing that so your conversation doesn’t wake Sirius. He makes his way to the chair and sits, placing the novel he brought on top of your desk. 

Your back is against your desk so you place your hands there and lift your body until you’re perched on the edge, the hem of your shirt riding dangerously high on your thighs. Under normal circumstances, you would be more modest, but right now you couldn’t think straight and with the way Remus is eyeing the newly exposed skin, you can’t be bothered to care. 

With newfound confidence, you decide to lean back, placing your hands behind you to prop yourself up. The movement causes the shirt to completely uncover your panties, and you’re thanking past you for wearing decent ones. Your shirt is fairly thin, and you’re acutely aware of your nipples rubbing against the fabric. You know that if Remus were to look he could see them through the cotton, but his eyes are trained on another piece of cotton covering a far more intimate part of you. 

You see him gulp, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes find yours. You keep your face neutral; chest heaving as you look at him. 

“What’re you doing?” He asks, and you want to scoff - you know what I’m doing, Remus - is what you want to say, but instead, you paint a look of confusion over your features as you reply.

“What d’you mean?” 

He lets out an actual scoff at that, edges of his lips curling into a smirk. “If you want something, just ask.” 

You deflate at that, you don’t know exactly what to ask for. Well, you do, but there’s no way you could get your mouth to articulate the words. 

Remus’ hand finds your ankle, and his thumb runs along the outside of it as he waits for your answer. His touch makes goosebumps rise along your skin, and if he can make you feel dizzy just by rubbing your ankle, what the hell are you going to do when he gives you what you want?

You move the leg he has a hold of further out as you spread your legs and give him a view of where you really want him to put his hands.

Remus sucks in a breath, your legs are open - for him - and it’s probably one of the prettiest sights he’s ever seen. 

“I want this,” is all you say, and it’s quiet after that; you can hear your breaths mingling as Remus decides what to do next. 

He contemplates his answer; he’s captivated by you and knows you possess similar feelings towards him, but he’s been hesitant to act on it. He doesn’t want to subject you to his monthly routines, doesn’t want you to feel as though you should be his caretaker. No, you deserve someone your own speed, someone you wouldn’t have to worry about every full moon, someone who can take care of you, not the other way around. 

You get tired of waiting for his response, it’s obvious you both want this - he would have left by now if he didn’t. So, you reach down for his hand that still has a firm grasp on your ankle and you bring it up between your legs, placing it directly on your clothed cunt as you lift your hips up into it. The breathtaking friction catches you by surprise, a moan hitching in your throat as your hips thrust against his open palm once more. 

Also catching you by surprise is the groan that Remus lets out, the sight of you taking matters into your own hands and using him for your own pleasure makes him hot, makes his mouth water and his pants tighten. He can feel the way your clit pulses against his palm as he presses against it, feels the way the hardened nub drags up his fingers as you buck your hips again. 

“Fuck,” he whines - whines - as your hips continue to pull up and down his hand. He doesn’t know what he wants to do first, wants to pull your panties aside and see the slick drip out of your center, wants to lean forward and put his tongue there, tasting you and licking up to suck on your clit because he just knows it would drive you crazy. Your breathy moans are loud in the quiet of the room but he doesn’t care, he wants to hear more of them. 

He pulls his hand away, and you mewl at the loss of contact. Remus can see the wet spot on your panties, can feel it on his hand where it soaked through the fabric. 

“Come sit,” he says, patting his thighs. 

You waste no time hopping off the desk and straddling his thighs. You rest your hands on his shoulders, and his make a home on your hips. 

He continues your rutting against him; watches your face as you discover how hard your previous actions made him. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, your mouth ajar as pants leave your lips every time you feel Remus’ cock slide against your cunt. You grind down harder, chasing the feeling that’s building in your core. 

You feel one of Remus’ hands slide up your back and onto your neck, and you lunge forward as you feel him push your lips toward his. It’s a messy kiss, not very coordinated at all - it’s hard to focus when he starts to move with you, matching your thrusts eagerly. 

Remus rests his forehead against yours as he speaks again. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby?” 

You bob your head before he even finishes the question, of course, you’d do anything for him. 

“Can you call me daddy, sweetheart?” 

Your hips stutter; it’s not something you ever would have done otherwise, something you’ve never really thought of before, and you whimper as you give a hesitant nod of your head. 

Remus senses your hesitation, stops the grinding of your hips as he talks. “Here,” he begins, lifting your hips up and shifting you so that you’re now straddling one of his thighs. “Rub on this,” he tells you, and when he bounces his legs your mouth drops and you gasp loudly as his hard thigh makes contact with your aching clit. 

“Think you could cum from this?” His question is a whisper in your ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, hips picking up speed as you ride his thigh. 

Your hesitation to obey his request goes out the window - the way the fabric of your panties is catching your clit, his muscular thigh tensing with the exertion of moving your body against him, feels better than anything you could do to yourself.

“Yes, daddy,” you sob. “Feels so good.” 

He groans, cock twitching at the name falling from your lips. It sounds so sinful coming from someone as innocent as you, and Remus thinks that he could definitely cum from this. 

“Yeah? Doing so good.” He plants a kiss in your hair, you barely feel it, the only sensation you can feel is the drag of your cunt against him. Your hips are moving so fast now, you’re so close and Remus can tell; your moans have grown louder and you’re dragging your cunt against the fabric of his thigh so violently the chair he’s sitting in is starting to rock with your bodies. 

“I think I- oh, daddy,” your clit is throbbing, core quivering around nothing as you roll your hips against Remus’ thigh; It’s beginning to feel overwhelming, and your legs are burning with exhaustion. “I can’t,” you sob.

Remus shushes you, plants a firm kiss to your head before his grip on your hips tightens and he pulls and pushes you against him hard and fast, and you cry out again. “Let it go, baby. Cum for daddy.”

And you do, the feeling in your core exploding and washing over you, simulating actual waves that roll from your cunt and travel throughout all your limbs.

“Daddy,” you mewl, body writhing as you ride out your high. 

“I know, I know,” Remus coos, one hand moving up to cup the back of your head, the other drawing pretty patterns on your back as you sluggishly continue to drag your hips over his thigh, basking in the remnants of the orgasm that still lingers in your core. 

And when your hips stop, he plants kisses along any skin he can find until you lift your head and place your lips on his. 

You kiss him deeply, and you both moan at the feeling because something’s changed between the two of you, the atmosphere doesn’t feel the same as before. You almost pull back and ask what happens next, because there is no way the two of you can go back to normal after that. 

However, just then, once you’re finally still and your mind isn’t flooded with arousal as it was before, can you feel the hard length of Remus’ cock nudging your thigh. 

You lean your head back, still close enough to feel his lips brush against yours, and your hand travels to his cock and squeezes it as you speak.

“Need some help with that?”

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