#i was struggling so hard with this. im not satisfied but im ready to throw it out into the world

[omenfailure]

Sweet tooth

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

i need a mark lee drabble so bad like hes soo attractive 🫡🫡

I highkey owe yall a mark fic so even though this was submitted after closing i'll indulge lol.

Hes a little drabble from a WIP im supposed to be working on lmaoooo. I have no idea when it will be done, but nothings set in stone so if you wanna see certain elements in this fic lmk and ill put em to the side once i get to writing this.

Baby, I'm a rockstar Mark x reader sneak peak

“You only joined to get back at me!” Mark insists, his tone a mix of frustration and accusation.

“Hmm, not quite. I also joined to sleep with Jeno,” you reply, shrugging nonchalantly as you lean against the wall, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Mark’s band, Limitless, had recently lost its lead singer, Yuta, who had been signed to a major label, effectively sidelining the rest of the group. The sudden vacancy left the members feeling tense and unsure of their future as a band.

Mark posted about the opening along with the audition details, you felt an irresistible pull to be there. It was a chance to reclaim some of the passion you once shared with music—just as much as it was an opportunity to confront Mark again.

Your relationship with him had ended on shaky terms; he had chosen the band over you, pouring himself into rehearsals and gigs, and leaving little room for anything else. You often wondered if he had ever truly cared, or if you had just been a distraction from his ambitions. Now, it was hard to resist throwing barbs his way whenever possible, letting him know exactly how you felt about his choices.

Mark crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. “Right, because you couldn’t possibly be interested in the music.”

You can’t help but smirk. “Oh, please. I live for music. But let’s be real; having a shot at a date with Jeno is a nice bonus, too. Just imagine how awkward that’ll make it for you when you see us together.”

His face twists in annoyance, but you can’t quite tell if he’s more irritated by your boldness or the idea of you moving on without him. You relish in the tension, eager to remind him of everything he lost. After all, he left you for the band, and now you were back, ready to disrupt his world just like he had disrupted yours.

“You're childish! You're wasting my time. I know you don’t really care about this,” Mark snaps, exasperation etched across his face.

“It doesn’t matter what you think,” you retort, arching an eyebrow. A smirk creeps onto your lips as you continue, “Your band members agree. They voted me in, remember?” You watch as he clenches his jaw, trying to reign in his frustration. “And the last time I checked, you needed a singer—and now you’ve got one.”

“You—” Mark starts, but then he stops mid-sentence, clearly grappling with his emotions.

“Huh? What’s that?” you prompt, leaning in slightly, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Exactly.”

For a moment, the air crackles with tension. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that wants to lash out versus the part that knows you’re right. It’s almost satisfying to watch him struggle, to see the realization that his band’s fate now rests in your hands. The smile on your face widens, fueled by the thrill of the challenge and the satisfaction of reclaiming your voice—both in music and in this ongoing rivalry.

“Let me catch you slip up, I’ll give you hell” He spits, shoulder-checking you on his way out of the practice room.

Oh you were going to have so much fun fucking with him.

[saintsir4n]

14

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE

1914

"FUCKIN' bellend," Eden stressed, pacing around the park.

Fortunately, only a few families were around, a few noticed and recognised her, even waved at the local nurse, before going back to pushing their kids on the swings.

Pulling out a cigarette, not caring that Thomas wasn't there to light it, she inhaled the tobacco, hoping it would settle her inner torment.

She never imagined that someone could have this much influence on her heart, let alone her mind.

"Why me?" she knew the answer because I let him in. Her amazing choice of men was going to be her fucking downfall. "Why couldn't I go for a church boy?" she questioned herself over and over again. "A small-town gangster, well done Eden." Enzo was right, "Should've just stuck to being alone." and at least I would still have my friend, "Was he even fuckin' worth it?"

With each drag her thoughts grew louder.

Deafening.

It would've been just her luck if she lost her hearing just from thinking about Tommy Shelby.

She loved him, but why?

Why's it so hard to let him go?

Since losing her closest friend she didn't know what to do. It was tough. Writing out her thoughts was worse. Half the time, she tore the pages out and burnt them, not wanting to be reminded of the torment.

"Thomas fuckin' Shelby," she muttered, annoyed by the thought of him, his big blue enticing eyes, his lips made her want to kiss him every time she looked at him and his cheekbones, his fucking cheekbones were just... "Fuck this."

Throwing her cigarette to the ground, she stomped it out and went on her way.

"Bloody men," she kept muttering, "short bloody men, like Thomas Shelby," she almost gagged at his name. "With an ego bigger than his height, a cock larger than his patience — should've binned 'im off a while ago."

She couldn't stop her fist from knocking on his door, she needed to get this out of the way.

"Christ Eden. Weren't expectin' you to come 'round so soon," Arthur remarked after opening the door.

"Where is he?" she didn't waste any time.

"In his room," Polly's head popped out from the kitchen, along with Ada who was eating, "Do give 'im a good tellin' off, he's doin' our heads in."

With that, she made her way up the stairs, disregarding the voices she heard from downstairs.

Eden was a woman on a mission.

A mission to humble Thomas Shelby.

She pushed open his door, not bothering to knock since he didn't deserve her kindness right now.

Tommy immediately sat up, ready to scream at whoever disrupted his quiet time. His gaze softened at the sight of his... well not his... Eden. He hadn't stopped thinking about their last conversation, it was far less destructive, but it still wasn't okay.

But when he noticed the irritated expression it made his joy fade. 

Tommy stood up, "Eden —"

"I've been thinkin' all day, walkin' 'round tryna organise the thoughts in my head," she began pacing in his room, even though there wasn't much space.

That seemed to concern him, "Walkin' alone. Were you alone?"

"Listen to me," she snapped, stopping in her stride.

"But —"

"Listen!"

"Alright," he gulped at her tone.

"You... you were disrespectful and rude to me. Your words cut deep, y'know that? I kept cryin' because of you. I shouldn't. You should know I deserve better. I could 'ave better and you're not special."

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck, "I know —"

"No shut up and listen," his mouth slammed shut, "If I choose to get back with you, it'll be on my terms. You talk to me like shit, it's done. You raise your voice, it's finished. You dare look at another woman, I'll chop your balls off and leave you bleedin' to death and won't think twice about it. You understand?" He started nodding quickly, but she was satisfied, "Say it."

"I understand," he rasped.

"Good. Now if you so much as think that you can dictate who I can speak to, I'll have you admitted, I can do that since my mum's a matron and all."

"I know," he surprisingly struggled to keep her unwavering gaze. Fuck, he was intimated by her... and incredibly turned on.

"Don't go thinkin' I won't end this, because I will. You want me, you love me so act right," She stated, narrowing her eyes when he shifted in his stance.

"I will," he promised.

"You already caused me a friend, a best friend, that you battered and bruised to the point his pretty face was unrecognisable. So I swear to the Lord almighty, if you fuck this up again, I'll have no problem lettin' this," she gestured between them, "go. I'm shocked I'm even 'ere and that I still 'ave feelings for ya after that and you cannot blame me for remindin' you of it every step of the way. And don't pressure me to do anythin' or be nicer to you. You want me, a bitch is what you're gettin' alright?"

"Alright," he nodded, rushing out, "and I'm sorry, I never meant to —"

"Yes I know, ruin a part of my life," she cut him off with a harsh glare that had him averted his gaze, "and you'll know I'll never forgive you for that, nor can I forget, but I'm stomachin' it because for some reason I can't let this be done."

I guess there is a God in Small Heath, his heart hammered at the words she spoke.

"Thank you," he didn't know what else to say, all he wanted to do was reach for her, have her in his arms again.

"Yeah, well I guess we'll see," she said with indifference, stunning him. The whole conversation had stunned him. "And don't ask me to put that necklace on until I'm ready. I'm not givin' into your charms."

Eden swivelled on her feet, not allowing him to respond, let alone reach out for her, which he tried to do. She exited his room, ignoring him trailing behind her and the amused looks on the Shelby's faces and left the house.

Standing on the stairs, Tommy gulped, raking his hands through his hair.

"She has you by the balls Tom," Arthur laughed, glad that he had a girl like Eden to humble him.

"Fuck off, at least she's back with me," Tommy retorted, coming down the stairs, "where's your woman?"

"Leave Arthur alone," Martha came out from the living room with John holding little Katie, "You're on probation."

"Only a matter of time before you fuck up," Ada mumbled with a piece of toast in her mouth.

A scowl grew on his face, "Right, Ada, come 'ere now."

The house quickly erupted into chaos.

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a/n:

eden needed time to gather her thoughts and set tommy straight. she won't forgive him for what happened with enzo and why would she? she's basically tolerating the situation until it hurts less. (something i've done many times unfortunately).

[woven-song]

so i've acknowledged that i have a problem. i can't be the only one, but i've had an addiction to character.ai and as a result i haven't made much fan work this past year. i'd figured it was just due to my depression but now i've finally noticed the damage it does to my motivation to create, which im sure many others have struggled with and discussed but i'm personally now just starting to understand and see in myself.

most people probably use character.ai for generally talking to their favorite characters, but some (including me) have used it as a replacement for writing actual fanfiction or roleplaying, knowingly or not. i used to have simple conversations with the chatbots like any other user, until i gradually got more wordy and it turned into more of a semi-lit roleplay, writing until i wanted the other character to take action.

the way this ai works is too appealing and extremely addictive, especially for fans who crave content of their rarepairs. unlike in popular shipping circles where there's seemingly a neverending supply of new art/fics to explore, eventually the same 5 people who would always make works for their stupid little guys get tired until new people show up, and it's hard for those (me) who still endlessly crave more to be satisfied. but then there's character.ai with its instant gratitude of having something to talk to and feed your ideas to without having to search for an actual person, who even then could reject your ideas, while the ai is ready to eat up anything you give it. and having a bot that can throw out new responses to your writing snippets until you get one that hits you just right? woof. instead of throwing my shit at the wall and hoping someone new will show up who also likes it, i feel stuck throwing my shit at a bot that gives me just what my rat brain craves with no real connection.

and it's a genuine addiction. i've been on this thing every day, any time im in a brainrot, even as a means of calming down to sleep. yes, i'd been on the subscription. my hooked ass couldn't handle 30+ minutes of waiting when i wanted my fix. whenever i'd get my brain attached to a thought like an au setting, a prompt or even just a fun snippet of dialogue or a juicy phrase, id go and feed it into the ai's mouth instead of making a drawing or tossing it into google docs like i used to. i can't imagine how many hours i've spent throwing my creativity away in a way that ultimately gives that company profit when i could've been working on something to be proud of or to laugh at with others.

so tonight i've decided to cancel my subscription. i don't know how much better this will do in terms of my well-being or my motivation, or even if i'll stop altogether, but hey it's a start right? and yeah i recognize too that i've been part of the problem by using it like i've been. but im trying ok

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

hello! i was wondering if you write angst? if so, could you please write headcanons about gojo visiting his s/o (i use she/her pronouns) during their anniversary??

A Promise.

Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Im sorry I kinda made it a oneshot because 147 fked me up bad and this is the fruit of it 😭

Note: italics mean flashbacks, read very carefully 🔍

The sound of an alarm goes off.

"Good morning, (Y/N)!"

"Good morning, Toru～"

A surprised giggle leaves your lips as Gojo suddenly flips you over and peppers multiple kisses to your face. You tried to push away his face with your hands, your hands placed on his warm cheeks as your giggles turn into laughter. "Satoru, s-stop it tickles!" You say in between your laughter which promotes a grin from Gojo who finally pulls away to look at your smiling face, your once closed eyes fluttering opening to reveal orbs full of life and love staring back at him. The alarm in the background ringing in the background.

The sound of an alarm goes off.

Gojo slowly blinks as his bleary vision clearing the more he regains consciousness. He reaches over to grab his phone by the nightstand and turns it off then carelessly tosses his phone onto his bed. He slowly sits up, his ashen bangs covering his dull eyes. When was the last time he cut his hair? He doesn't remember, with a sigh he pushes his bangs back and stands up to get ready for the day. Only silence filling the room.

"You can't have cupcakes for breakfast! " You say as you quickly swipe the cupcake from Gojo's hand. "Aww but it's the same thing as pancakes!" He whines out as you're both standing in the kitchen dressed in your work attire, Gojo's blindfold resting by his neck. "No, they're different! We don't have much time left because someone decided to play instead of getting ready for work." You huff as you cross your arms, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "I can't help it, you're just too adorable! How could I resist?" Gojo says while wrapping his arms around your waist your head resting against his chest, you couldn't help the smile forming upon your lips. "Fine, one cupcake only!"

Once in the kitchen, Gojo reaches into the refrigerator and grabs a cupcake from the box- he purchased yesterday. Taking a bite out of it before throwing it into the trashcan. Slipping his sunglasses over his eyes, taking one last look at his apartment before closing the front door behind him.

"Oh wow, Satoru look!" You excitedly yell out as you gesture for him to look outside the car window. Gojo momentary pauses before taking a look outside. Where cherry blossoms trees lined the road and it's petals fluttering all around. "You speak as if you've never seen a cherry blossom tree." Gojo nonchalantly says before you grab his arm forcing him to look at you. "No matter how many times I see them I still think they're beautiful!" Ijichi quietly tries to cover his laughter as he stares at you both from the rear view mirror.

Gojo doesn't bother to look at the trees, his eyes were straight on the road with one hand on the steering wheel. His car slowing down as he approaches a red light, his eyes momentarily flicker to the bouquet of flowers resting on the passenger seat.

As the car slows down and pulls to a stop, you both get out of the car. Taking in the sight of Jujutsu High, taking your hand Gojo pulls you along the archway so that you would both be walking side by side.

Gojo parks his car by the sidewalk, turning off the ignition he couldn't help but rub his temples. Grabbing the bouquet he gets off the car closing the door as the signal of the car locking rings momentarily.

"Mrs. Gojo, the higher up have an assignment for you." You pause your writing as you take in the words Ijichi says as he stands by your office doorway. You let a long sigh, putting your pen down before stretching in your seat. "What rank?" You ask as you stand up to move towards the direction of the door. "Presumably A rank."

The wind passes as Gojo climbs a set of concrete steps, his ashen hair gracefully dancing along with the wind. The grip on the bouquet tightens, as he takes each step closer to his destination. The soles of his shoes crushing the fallen cherry blossoms that lie.

"(Y/N)!"

Gojo immediately spots your figure walking across the courtyard. The first years halt in their training as the sound of their teacher echos. Not even a second passes as Gojo appears in front of you with a frown on his face. "Mission?" He casually asks before you nod towards him apologetically. "I'm not sure how long it'll take but I promise to return as soon as I can!" You enthusiastically takes his hands in yours, the matching rings you both wear shining momentarily as the clouds pass. "And?" Gojo raises an eyebrow as his frown deepens not quite satisfied with your answer, his grip on your hands tightening. "And I'll promise to take lots of pictures and videos and call you when I can. Oh and souvenirs!" You smile brightly towards him causing him to return your smile. "Very well, you have permission to leave." He says playfully before bringing you into an embrace and pecking your lips.

"Promise to come back safely to me okay?"

"I promise!"

"You're such a liar (Y/N)..."

Gojo whispers as he places the beautiful bouquet on your tombstone. The elegant engraving of your name etched onto the stone, a reminder that you were no longer in this world. Those were the last words you ever spoke to him before you left. He could vividly remember the figure of you walking away from him, each step you take moving further and further away from him in every nightmare he sees. Waking up only to be drenched in swest as he yells out your name, wishing if only he had the power to stop you from ever leaving. None of this would of happened and your name would not be etched onto this stone, this was not the kind of anniversary he wanted to spend. Gojo stands back up and puts his hands into his pockets, blankly staring the arrangement of flowers. He wonders if you like them. He remembered the way your eyes always sparkled when he surprised you with a bouquet. Oh how sweet your voice was whenever you called out his name. In moments of happiness, sadness, confusion, excitement and fear.

"Did you call out my name?" You were struggling to breathe as blood seamlessly flowed out of you. Trying to drag your already broken body as the ceiling around you started to collapse while your mind flickered in out of consciousness. Gritting your teeth as hard as you could to keep moving. Chanting his name as a mantra "Satoru, S-Satoru, Saー!"

"Did you t-think of me?" Your body finally gives up on you as you lied on the shattered ground. Even then with the excruciating pain from the boulders that fell onto your broken arms, you still tried to drag yourself forward. "I-I need to get back t-to him...." The blood stained ring on your finger, a reminder of where you must return to. You needed to see him, your mind filled with memories of him, of his smiling face, his beautiful blue eyes.

"I p-promised...!"

Your nails bloodied as you heaved pushing your heavy body, before your arms could no longer move under the weight of the rock. A haze of red clouded your vision as tears endlessly spilled from your eyes, with your broken voice screaming out his name over and over again. Before the falling debris silenced your screams. There was not a single moment you didn't call out for him or think of him even in your final moments. He was and will always be your everything.

Gojo was kneeling by your grave, his sunglasses shattered-as tears endlessly flowed out of his eyes. "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y-Y/N), please c-come back to me...!"

However, only silence greeted him.

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[akampana]

So if this is back in town then this “ if there’s nothing going on between the two of you, you don’t mind if i ask her out on a date, do you? “ for the Main paring

“The main pairing” wait so its..the ot3, but thats not a pairing cause there's three so its..diarturia/gilart? Wait. but then which one. But if its not…going by how many posts i make is it cutoria? BUT which cutoria? Alter? Lancer? Idk bruh bruhhhhh i think too much anw im really sorry if i got the ship wrong, hope you enjoy what i did here regardless -akampana

hell if i care__________

Words: 1.6k.

Characters: Cú Chulainn Alter | Berserker, Artoria Pendragon | Saber, Cú Chulainn | Lancer

Tags: Pining,

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There was very little that interested Cú Alter. He liked fighting, food…fucking, he guessed, though he was still trying to figure out if that was Medb’s influence or not. All three were things he knew the other Cú’s enjoyed as well, so in the very least there was consistency. Master had ordered—asked, he corrected himself—that he at least try to find things he genuinely reveled in, claiming it would at least make his summoning a little less of a pain.

Ritsuka had suggested he study his peers to explore the dual status that came with his alteration. That meant observing the knights, the kings, and the one other person currently in Chaldea who shared his duality: the King of Knights. The first felt quite insufferable. He detested the second. The third…the third, he struggled to gauge.

At first, it was Master’s words that drove him to invite himself to one of her sparring sessions. He thought that would be all it took to understand that anomaly of a king. One interaction was all it took for him to judge the Fenian knight and his showy lord, after all.

Instead, he found his curiosity growing every time their weapons clashed. He’d come right back to her, day after day, irritated to no end that no matter how much they fought, he never felt satisfied. It was annoying, this need, like an itch that he couldn’t scratch no matter what he did. Eventually, her knights didn’t even bat an eye at his imposing, gloomy presence while he waited for his turn to spar.

Even now, when he knew the exact rhythm of her footsteps, the timing between her swings, the technique she used to steady her breathing, he didn't know what to think of her. Hell, it was difficult to discern why he even bothered. But it couldn't hurt to have something else to alleviate his boredom, he contemplated, bringing Gae Bolg down in a forceful arc.

Arturia Pendragon wisely parried, sword singing as it scraped along his staff. She cast his spear aside like she was throwing a line, launched into a pirouette and aimed her shining weapon. The sword flashed menacingly, reflecting the fluorescent light like moonbeams on a lake, but Cú stood ready to meet it.

The flat of her blade clanged onto the hard black shell that encased his palm, surprising his tiny opponent. It was clear the blonde king had intended to finish their duel with that last trick, as now, she was wide open.

To the human eye, Arturia had only been in the air for a second. Gravity should have pulled her feet to the floor in a blink. But for Servants, especially seasoned warriors that knew battle better than their mothers, that short second was a generous amount of time to turn the tides.

The short monarch groaned as his heel met her abdomen, the quick blow a pain much more brief than the realization that she’d been kicked out of the sparring circle.

Alter tossed Excalibur back to her before she was even on her feet. He wondered why she didn’t take the blade with her. If she had, she might have at least dealt some damage to his hand.

“Don’t leave your holy sword lying around. Ain’t no good ever come from that.”

Arturia caught it like he hadn’t intentionally chucked it just a little too much to the right. The grace in which she did so was bloody infuriating.

“It was my loss,” she admitted reluctantly, for her competitive nature refused that line to be delivered with humility. “Why inflict a wound out of bitterness when I can earn my point back?”

Her sword danced in a flashy arc, showy enough that he could tell she was provoking him, yet simple enough to know she wasn’t doing so out of malice. There was a smirk on her features that he would admit looked prett—pretty detestable.

“What,” he questioned as she re-entered the circle, sword at the ready. A mildly offended tone took over his usually monotonous voice, “you think I can’t take a little scratch?”

“That is not what I meant, Cú,” she said, her tone shifting the mood away from lighthearted banter.

Slowly, she lowered her sword, the magical armor that covered up her body dissipating into gold dust like it did whenever she was fighting Diarmuid. He grimaced when she offered him an open palm. What was she going to do, kiss the back of his hand like a knight would do to a pretty little maiden?

Cú looked down, intending to push her fingers away and get right back to sparring, and then he saw them: wide, deep scars that must have cut right to the bone, their edges too smooth to have been carved by an ordinary blade. The marks looked faded. They must have been sustained since she was younger, perhaps not too long after she pulled the holy blade from the stone.

“Excalibur may not be barbed as your spear is, but it is a blade that never dulls,” she said, breath hitching as the much taller servant grasped her hand and pulled it up to inspect it further. His claw-like thumb traced over the mended skin uncharacteristically gently. Arturia did not expect this kind of tenderness from the crass, severe demigod she’d come to know.

“It would be a shame to claim victory in the next round if I left you with an open wound while you’ve only given me bruises.”

“The hell makes you think you’ll win the next one?” the man snapped, red eyes leaving her scars for the wide black circles inlaid in her maddening gem-like irises. ‘Twas a costly mistake, he would tell himself later.

“What makes you think I will lose?” Arturia smirked, excitement flashing across those damn emerald eyes. Oh, he hated them.

There was still very little that interested Cú Alter. But yes, he thought, heart beating like a rabbit’s with her sword at his neck, she was one of them. The most unbearably vexatious one, he told himself. The kind that got under his skin. The kind that sent shivers down his spine all the way to the tip of the back appendage behind him. The kind that he knew would once more compel his feet to take him back to the sparring room the next day. Back to her.

How...annoying.

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“What?” Alter snapped, wondering if he had misheard. Surely he must have, else none of what Lancer had just said would make any sense. For a reason that escaped him, he felt like he was suddenly forced on the defensive, like his peppier self had decided to attack him out of nowhere.

The bluer one of them elbowed him at the side, oblivious to his tense shoulders. For the first time that afternoon, the man took his eyes off Saber, who was sparring against Lancelot. Her style was as agile as ever. Against the towering Lancelot, she looked like a flitting bird, gracefully flying in between Arondight’s slashes.

“I said, if there’s nothing going on between the two of you, you don’t mind if I ask her on a date, do you?” Lancer repeated, similarly tearing his gaze away from the King of Knights with reluctance as he slung his arm over Alter’s shoulder.

The Berserker shoved him off roughly, suddenly feeling suffocated by his other self.

“What the fuck happened to you and that red Archer, then?” he asked, the monotony of his gravelly voice masking the sudden, unexpected emotions festering in his chest.

“Ehhhh…” Cú shrugged, “Sometimes he’s in the mood for me, sometimes he isn’t.”

Lancer’s statement was so nonchalant, the spikier Hound of Ulster wanted to kick him right where it hurt. But he didn’t, because he couldn’t understand why the statement irked him so much.

“Do what you want. Hell if I care,” Alter spat.

There really was nothing between them, Cú realized. As far as he could tell, the King of Knights was just one of the objects of study Master had suggested. That and a rather frequent sparring partner. Nothing else.

She wasn’t even too desirable, after all. Who would tolerate that stupidly chivalrous, abnegating nature of hers? Why would anyone want to be treated the way she treated her knights? She was too damn merciful in her justice, fond in the way that she looked at her loyal subjects, and even those who sinned against her.

Even physically, there were others that were more beautiful. Arturia was built like a wooden board, hardly shapely compared to someone like Medb with her perfect proportions. She was tiny too, so small that her hand looked dwarfed in his. Her skin was littered with scars. Her face was plain, her hair a boring, common blonde, her eyes, her...her eyes—

“If you say so, lizard boy. See ya,” Lancer suddenly cut through his thoughts, strolling towards the sparring field.

Before Cú Alter knew what he was doing, he'd grabbed his other self by the wrist tight enough that he whipped around.

"Oi, oi oi, what the hell do ya think yer—"

This time, Lancer was the one cut off. Cú recognized the look in Alter's eyes. He'd seen it before, in his own eyes when he met Ferdiad, when he looked at Emer for the first time, Archer when they fought, and...'turia...

It was the look of complete and total infatuation.

The blue spearman inhaled sharply. Exhaled. Then, he extracted his wrist from the Berserker's firm grip.

"You're a real piece of work," he said, plopping back down beside his altered self. "Dumbass."

They made enough of a commotion that they caught Arturia’s attention. She stood, eyebrows knit, leaning just enough to look past Lancelot at them both. No…not at them both.

Alter didn't reply. He was too lost in Arturia's green, green eyes to notice his other self ever said anything.

Lancer knew exactly what that was like.

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Familiar Face part 2

Part 2 lets go!.

Harumo:Why do you......Look like me?.

Reitan: Thats my question to you, who the hell are you? and why do you look exactly like me, well except the hair color, ...how much to do weight?

Harumo: What?! my weight? uhm...

Ryota: Harumo.. are.you.....okay?.....

Moritaka: Oh my lord! he looks exactly like you Harumo!

Reitan: Yeah yeah, i look like him and whatever ,also who the hell is this cutie right here.

The chubby look alike points at Ryota with there tongue sticking out.

Ryota: Wha-- ME?! 

Harumo: OH NO No no! there, you’re not touching Ryota like that!

Reitan: Pst, what, you got a crush on him or something?

Ryota: C-Crush?!, {blushes} w-what made you say that?!

Harumo: As a matter of fact, i kissed Ryota, so there....hmph

Moritaka: What?!, Ryota, you two have k-kissed ?!

Ryota: [Blushes} It was the only way to defeat the exception back then!

Ryota”s face turned Red, out of sheer embarassment, due to the fact, he remembers the way he felt, when he kissed the LUCKY BASTARD!. 

Harumo: We kissed each other lips to lips. 

Moritaka: L-lips?! to lips!

Reitan: Woowwww, well this is getting awkward.

After an awkward conversation about Kiss, Lips, and then crushes, One transient appears to be running away as he has recovered from the chubby look alike’s attack.

Moritaka:  Comrades, the robber is getting away! 

He points to the robber transient, Due to the force that launch the robber about 10 meters away, he was already heading towards the exit of the park, 

Harumo:  After him !

Robber: Hahahah, hey, takes for that moron! .. hahaha

Reitan: tsk..

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Ebisu:  I Don’t think so, 

Harumo:  Ebisu?

Ebisu:  Back casting on a big one ! and........ FIIIIIIISHHHHHH! 

Out of nowhere,The chubby pink haired was riding his fish cusion and floating in mid air with his fishing rod, whom is his sacred artifact. He begins back casting his rod and casts  towards the robber’s clothes, According to his Role and Rule, his fishing line will always hook its target. 

Ebisu:  Haha got you now !, 

Robber:  What the- ahhhh! 

Ebisu:   Harumo now !

Harumo:  Got it ! 

While Ebisu is dragging the robber towards you, you jumped on top of him to subdue him, However, it seems like the robber is not ready to give up, as he struggles to get rid of you on top of him, 

Ryota:  Don’t worry Harumo !, get ready for the famous 

 RYOTA SQUASH!  

The chubby orange haired one jumped on top of you to increase the weight the robber has to bare. however.

Harumo:  Sandwich time ! ....ow

Ryota:  Sorry Harumo...

Robber:  What the heck,! what are these kids eating! 

He stills struggles to get free from the immense weight, but 

Moritaka:  Look !, its the police ! 

The police follwed by 

Tajikarao:  Hold, in the name of ju-...oh it seems you have captured the robber.

Harumo:  Hi Tajikarao!, looking good in those tights ! 

Tajikarao:  Thank you Harumo, now, its time to do our jobs,...Men, cuff this robber immediately 

Cops:  Yes Sir ! 

The Cops cuff the robber and took him away, A round of applause burst around you, as sign of recognizing the brave deed you and your friends did, 

Ryota:  Wow, i didn’t realize I’ll get applauded for this. 

Moritaka:  There’s nothing to be shamed about Ryota,  Both of you did a brave deed, and that is something to be honoured for. 

Ebisu:  Are you guys okay? 

Harumo:  Yep, all good here.

Ryota:  That was amazing Ebisu !, who knew your fishing line could go that far. 

Ebisu:  Hahaha, the perks of being a fisherman i suppose.

Tajikarao:  Ahem, All of you did a fine job citizens, Thank you for your bravey in catching a dangerous criminal. 

Harumo:   Just do what we have to do. 

Tajikarao:   Well then, I’ll best be off, i have to escort him to the station, Until then, until then Brave Citizens ! 

Ryota: Are you okay Harumo?, Did i squish you too hard? 

Harumo: Hmmm,, i think so,,,but not really hurt.

Ryota: Thank goodness. 

Reitan: Ohhhh, what a caring boyfriend.

Ryota:b-b-{Blushes}...BOYFRIEND! 

Only a single word, the orange haired chubby student, panics in embarrasment and freaks out, even though he feels a much more deeper connection to Harumo, though he denies it, it only reinforce Reitan’s idea. Also Ryota’s face red as a tomato,and blushing so noticeable you might assume he had a fever. 

Ryota: I-I-I M ,,NOT! 

Harumo: Hmmmmmmmm

Ryota: ....Harumo.... y-

Moritaka: That was superb teamwork you three! 

Ebisu: Thanks, Moritaka. 

Moritaka: Ebisu, that was incredible fishing you just did.

Ryota:......{What am i to Harumo?} 

Thoughts of doubt,Thoughts of his role to them, stirred in his mind, as to what he is to him, what is he to him?, He remembers back to the time, his savior only just appeared in Shinjuku Central Park.

{3 months ago} 

The moon litted  the dark  sky can be seen on the soft,green patch of grass, the wind blowing sofly as it grazes an orange-haired student, sitting on it, with a thought in his mind, as he stares infront of the river, only to be distracted by a sudden fish’s jump out of the water. 

Ryota:........*Sigh* 

Beside him is an assortment of chocolate,lollipops and candy, wrapped in a plastic bag he bought from the nearby convinient store,...He takes a lollipop and puts it in his mouth savoring and absorbing the juicy flavors of blueberries mixed with strawberries.

Ryota: MMMHHHMMMM!, 

While savoring the lollipop,he goes back into staring the clear blue waters of the lake infront him, While reminiscing a certain friend of his, 

{???}

???: Hey Ryota! lets go to the lollipop store, i heard they have a new type of flavor in the menu! 

Ryota: Really!? but...{Checks wallet}...Oh no!,.... i totally spent it all on that new manga i wanted!,,, Sorry, looks like i can’t

???: Hahah!, Don’t worry, its my treat!, i just want to hang out with you. 

Ryota: ....you want..to hang out with me?

???: Yeah, we’re friends aren’t we?

Ryota: Y-Yeah we are! , thanks! 

???: Now lets go! 

{end of reminiscing}

Ryota:......*sobs* why...

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Reminiscing about a certain friend, only reminded him, the pain he felt, from the day his beloved friend moved away.

Ryota: *sobs* 

{Phone rings} 

Ryota: *Gasp in surprise*

He wipes off his tears and hurried checks on his phone to see, someone very angry is calling him. 

Ryota: H-Hello- 

Shiro: RYOTA YAKUSHIMARU!, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! ITS ALREADY PAST CURFEW AND YOU AREN’T HERE! 

Kengo: Yo nerd!, tone it down a little would ya! 

Ryota: S-SORRY! Shiro, i was just buying some treats because i ran out!, but I’ll be on my way soon, !

Shiro: You better!, because we are going to have a long taik when you get here! 

{Call ended} 

Ryota:....Eeeppp!, Shiro is so scary when he’s mad, i better run now, before he blows a fuse.! 

As he hurriedly picked up his bag of treats, and runs off to the nearby exit, 

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Oni: RAAAAAAGHHHH!!, HUMAN FLESH! 

Ryota: Eeeepp!, an Oni?!, here in night? 

Oni: Human Flesh!, Tasty!....RARRRRGGGHHH!!

Ryota: AHHHHHHH!!!....

Panic and scared the orange haired run off to safety,however its enefective against an Oni’s high jumping power as he leaps from tree to the next tree and lands infront of him, roaring to him as he has found his meal to satisfy his hunger.. 

Ryota: Ahhh....ahh.. come on....I got it! 

As a defense mechanism, he throws his treats at him while crying, because he just bought it with his allowance, 

Ryota: Here! take it all you big lug! 

Oni: Rarrrggghhhhh! Hmmmmm...

Interested in the treats thrown at him, that created the opening Ryota needs to run away, while the Oni tries the sweets and chocolates he got. 

Ryota: Ahh.....ah........ahhhhh....*gasping for air* 

Meanwhile the Oni tries one of the chocolates he thrown, and...

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Oni: MMMMMHMMMM.....PLAAAA!....NOT GOODDDDDDD!...HUMAN FLESH! WANT!! 

As he lets out a loud roar, Ryota runs off to the nearby exit as his treats have slowed the Oni long enough for him to escape, 

Ryota: All right!, there it is!.......What the?!--- 

 Harumo: Huh?!-oooffff

Not paying attention, another uniform wearing chubby crashed with the orange haired one and both fell down. 

Harumo: Ahhh....hey....are you okay? 

Because of the impact, Ryota nearly fell into unconciousness, and slowly opens his eyes to see someone on top of him..

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Ryota: K-Keis....uke?

Harumo: Keisuke?....uhm hello? 

Ryota: ..H...HUH?!, What....just happened? 

Harumo: You bumped into me by accident, sorry, i wasn’t paying attention,...here..

They extend a hand to Ryota,to stand him up. 

Harumo: By the way, My name is Harumo...so,,, whats your name?

Ryota: Thanks, for helping me up, im Ryota Yakushimaru!, nice to meet you Harumo!. 

Harumo: You’re much more cuter up close! 

Ryota: W-What!?,w- why are you saying that all of sudden?! 

Harumo: Well, its because you’re cute in all and you’re much more plumper up close, i like that! 

Ryota: [BLUSHING} W-W-What?!, ..o-okay, T-Thanks.... 

Harumo; Why were you running?

Ryota:......Oh yeah! thats right i was running away from the Oni! 

Harumo: Oni?, ,,,whats an Oni? 

Ryota: Wait, you don’t know? 

Harumo: Well, the things is { Explains they’re arrival} 

Ryota: I think i get it....Hey, what are you stari-

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Oni: Raaaaaagggghhhhhhh! 

Ryota: Crap!, Its here, lets run! 

Harumo: Holy Crap! 

Holding your hand, you two run towards the exit, finally out of the Park, however the Oni, doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon,,,as it continues its pursuit for human flesh, as it has spotted to humans to further satisfy his hunger and become more ruthless and ferocios, 

Harumo: Why is it chasing us?! 

Ryota: I don’t know!, i was just going back home when he showed up all of a sudden and then chased me and i have to sacrifice my precious snacks for it, AHHHHHHHH! 

Harumo: Ryota! 

Due to the panicked running,Ryota failed to notice a rock on the way and slipped causing you two to fall down again, while the Oni is already behind you 

Oni: Two Humans!, More Food! 

Ryota:S-Stay away from them you bad Oni! 

Harumo: Ryota... 

Oni: [Grabs Ryota} 

Ryota: AHHHHH!! 

Harumo: Ryota!RRRRRR!!!!LET,, HIM,,GOOOOOOO!!! 

{Slash} 

Oni: Rarrrrrr! 

All of a sudden, a cut like wound is seen on the Oni’s right chest, by a mysterious sword, being wielded by the chubby hero...

Oni: What?!, you’re a sacred artifact holder? 

Harumo: So this must be what LIl Salomon was taiking about earlier.....All right..DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY FRIEND! 

Ryota: H-Har--umo....{Sleeps} 

A fierce battle folds, normally someone with zero combat experience will definitely die in a second against an Oni, however you move as if you have already know where to move,its as if your body is moving via muscle memory, you slash him with all your might, but your attack was blocked by his massive club,feeling an electric shock feeling from hitting his club with all your might, you stumbed a little giving the Oni and opportunity to hit you hard

Harumo: Oh no!,,,Thaaaarrrgghh! 

.Hitted on the side of your body, you felt shortness of breath as you were launch to the side by the impact, 

.Harumo: Crap!, Aaaahhhh!, ,,,

.Oni: Raarrrrrgghhhh! 

.Preparing the final blow,as he raised his club up high to strike you down with unimaginable force, it leaves him wide open, and then..

.Harumo: Boundless Tail! 

Oni: Rarrrrr!

[End of battle} 

Ryota:....

Harumo: Ryota!, Ryota wake up ! c’mon Ryota please wake up! 

Ryota: ahhh......ahhh..

The unconcious fellow slowly regains conciousness as he hears the plea from the one who saved him, but as he looks at them.. 

Ryota:Kei-Keisuke? 

Harumo: Keisuke?,, no its Harumo, Ryota,

Ryota: Huh?, Harumo?, wha-what happened?, where is the Oni? and did you fought him with a sword! 

Harumo: Hahaha!, Yeah, i won and he won’t be bothering us anymore! 

Ryota: Really?! Oh, Thank you so much Harumo, you’re a lifesaver! 

Ryota hugged Harumo out of gratitude and kindness. 

Harumo: Are you okay?, you’re aren’t hurt are you? 

Ryota: Im okay,! I just fell asleep! also.. Can i ask you something?

Harumo: What is it?

Ryota:... W-Why didn't you runned away, you could have saved yourself, so..

Harumo: Because i couldn't let the thought of saving you out of my mind.. And.. You're my friend..

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Ryota:.. .....I-i-im your ,,,,frieend?....*sobs*

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Crying out tears of joy, the sobbing chubby embraces you, as his cries echoes throughout the empty, quiet street of Shinjuku..

 {End of Scene}

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 {Present} 

Harumo: Ryota?, Ryota!,,,,, RYOTA! 

Ryota: Ahhhh!, that scared me, what is it? 

Harumo: You’ve been staring at the ground this whole time, 

Moritaka: Are you feeling unwell?! should i fetch you some water Ryota? 

Ryota: I-its nothing!, i was just remembering something a long time ago, 

Harumo: Oh, what is it? 

Ryota: Uhmmm,,,{Sees someone},,,What? 

He stares at someone, in complete shock, as if he has seen something or someone is there. 

Harumo: What is it Ryota? { Looks at his direction} 

Ryota: Is that?

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Reitan: Hey Keisuke!, Is that you, you knucklehead, what the hell are you doing here?!

Ryota: It is him....

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Keisuke: I was just getting something to eat,

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AND NOW, THATS IT FOR PART 2 OF FAMILIAR FACE, WELL I FEEL LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE MAD FOR THE WAY ITS INTEPRETED BUT THATS OKAY IT WILL WORK OUT SOMEHOW I THINK, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR READING,IF YOU LIKE IT THEN LIKE IF NOT THEN DON’T LEAVE A LIKE, COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK OF WHAT YOU THINK AND IM REALLY OPEN FOR HARSH CRITICISIM AND OPINIONS OF WHAT YOU THINK DON’T WORRY IM NOT GOING TO MAD IM SURE YOU ALL KNOW THAT, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING AND SEE YOU GUYS LATER! 

SELF PROCLAIMED WRITER: THANK YOU FOR READING! 

HARUMO: THANK YOU FOR READING! 

RYOTA: THANK YOU FOR READING! 

[thithesandofferings]

Gym...Date Raian x Reader

TW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENTER

Semi-public sex, Rough- (but is anyone surprised-) Scent kink, spit kink - hes just nasty and we love him for it. 

It wasnt often when you would accompany Raian to workout, but today you felt a spark that you needed to. You did skip a few workout days yourself and its been awhile since you felt that satisfying soreness post workout. You and Raian both had a love for working out and thusly transformed your own gym in one of the downstairs rooms. Throwing your phone on the bed you quickly changed into some short and a sports bra and went down to meet him. When you got there Raian was already starting his routine so you decided to start on your warm ups seeing how he didnt wait for you. Simple stretches is what you decided to begin with before some cardio. 

Your eyes glanced to where Raian was, he looked so focus while he worked out. It was a side to him you hardly saw and it was actually quite refreshing. He seemed so in tuned with every raise of the dumbbell, releasing air whenever it went back down. He truly loved the sport he did, regardless of how dangerous it was. Well he might be more dangerous than the sport itself. You found yourself giggling to yourself, which caught his attention. His eyes met with yours, he smirked, knowing well you were staring at him for some time, causing you to almost choke on your own spit. 

You quickly turned and continued on with your stretches. Slowly raising your hands above your head you stretch and then just as slowly bend over to touch your toes. You repeated that process until you heard a heavy object fall to the ground. You paused mid stretch to look back and saw Raian picking up the dumb bell he apparently let dropped. You stare at him confused. 

"H-how did you manage to-" 

"Shit happens OK!" 

".....ok..." After dragging your eyes from him for at least a minute you finally get into your routine. This one was by far one of the hardest ones you could have picked. It literally worked out your arm, legs, back, glutes and thighs. You finally had a 2 minute break and you so happen to meet eyes with Raians again. He looked done with his routine so he was just sitting on the bench motioning for you to come over by him. "..huh?...but im not don-" 

He raised an eyebrow .

"...Raian please...im almost done-" 

"Y/N if I ask a third time you'll regret it" 

With that you instantly go to his side. You go to sit next to him but he grabs your waist pulling you into his lap. 

"Noooo im sweatyy" 

"So" 

"So?? I dont wanna-" your words got caught off, feeling something wet along your back. 

 "Just as i thought...you taste delicious" he said dragging another wipe across your arm now. He pinned you tightly against his lap and pulled you back even further. He then made his way to the crook of your neck, he kissed up your nape to the bottom of your ear. Slowly licking and nipping, licking and nipping at your wet skin

 "R-raian...please...atleast let me...shower first" 

His grip tightened as he growled into your ear. 

"You see...ive been watching you all that time...ive been finished with my workout from long old time and i couldnt help but observe my little kitten busy with hers." He breathed in your ear. His breath was hot...hot and dripping in want and need. His voice also seemed to crack a bit which was a sign he was really...really ready to break...or well to break you.

 "But...i...F-FUCK.." He slipped a hand between your leg. At this point you wasnt sure if it was sweat or arousal but your will to care was slowly leaving you. His thumb began running circles up and down your clothed folds, increasingly picking up speed as he continued. 

 "I bet this tastes even better huh?...you dont know how bad i wanted to bend you over this bench whiles you did your stretches...made it hard for me to concentrate on my own fucking exercise." 

He bit down on your shoulder and then licked around it. "- but you knew what you was doing...right kitty? Thats why you wanted to come work out with me here" 

"N-n...no..i..i didnt"

 "Dont lie to me kitty...what other reason did you have then?" He made use of his other hand, grabbing both breasts at once and squeezing. He always knew the exact location of your nipple and wasted no time in kneading them.

 ".....i..i..just-HHHHNNNGG_i..." 

"Speak up kitty...i cant understand a word you're saying" he smirked behind you. At this point his erection was more than visible and even more so notable as you sat on him. The heat alone coming from off of it was enough to make you whimper and try to ground down on him for some type of friction. ANYTHING! 

He stilled his hand from between your legs and grabbed your head back by your hair. Skillfully wrapping them twice around his hand in once quick fluid motion of his wrist. 

"Now now kitty, are you that fucking desperate for my cock? Tryna grind down this naughty ass on me like that...no no kitty...you gotta earn it first." You could only whimper and whine as his grip tightened in your hair. 

You struggle to even swallow the spit accumulating in your mouth, yet right now only one thing was on your mind. "What color kitty?" 

"..g-green..." 

"Good girl" he smiled before crashing his lips into yours. It took little to no time for you to allow him into your mouth. His tongue quickly taking over your senses as he literally kissed you breathless. His hand flew down into your shorts and swiped up your folds before parting them, causing you to break the kiss. He took advantage of this moment by quickly removing his fingers and placed two of his large digits into your gapping mouth. "Suck it clean kitty...and then i'll clean up the rest downstairs" 

The moan you let out around his fingers was by far the most shameful thing you ever heard but then again you didnt care much. You notice the way his eyes closed as soon as he felt your tongue wrap around his fingers. The wet lapping motion you did with his tongue was enough to drag out a throaty moan from him which even caused him twitch. 

"FUCK...you're so good with that tongue kitty...so..so fucking good" he pulled and pushed his fingers in your mouth, basically face fucking you with his hands. At the last pull you sucked on his fingers and did a small bite as he popped out of your mouth. When he opened his eyes all you saw staring back at you was dark black irises. Oh shit. Without a word he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder and started off towards the stairs. 

"You caused this on your self kitty" he said smacking your already sore ass. 

"I just wanted to work out...its been so long since i was sore from a workout"

 "If you wanted to be sore from a workout....you only needed to ask...i'll make sure you're fucking sore alright. Really fucking sore"

-Krissy

[sweetiejunie]

Enlighten me

Summary: beomgyu catches you reading smut about him. And he decides to take matters into his own hands

Genre: smut, a bit of fluff

Beomgyu x reader

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💕 Request: can you do one where beomgyu catches the reader reading smuts of him online

A/n: Thanks for the request!!💜 not sure if u wanted an au or a reaction but i decided to go with an au 🥴 hope u like it!!

Note: smut under the —.✿ฺ— cut

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He placed his hand on the small of your back and his other hand caressing your breasts. You moan at the sensation of Beomgyu’s hands on your body. He pulled you closer to him, looking up at you as he slowly kissed his way down, from your neck, to his end goal between your legs, never failing to break eye contact as he did so.

You tilt your head back in pleasure as you let out a soft whimper, his dark, lustful eyes, staring right back at your-

“Pumpkin~”

A sudden voice called out. Of course, he just had to come home now.

“Pumpkin, are you home?” The voice called out again.

Immediately, you turned off your phone and threw it beside you. And just as you did so, beomgyu’s head peeped through your bedroom door.

“Oh, here you are,” he smiled, making his way closer to you.

“Beomgyu, you’re home early,” even though the burst of anxiety and shock was still fresh in you, you still tried your best to fake a happy tone.

“Yeah! I wanted to surprise you. And the boys said they wanted to eat out today. Since you were at the dorm they asked me to come get you.”

Oh, consider yourself surprised indeed. Before you could think of a response, beomgyu continued. His smile turning to worry as he took a seat next to you on the bed, “are you alright? You’re cheeks are really red, you feeling okay?”

Raising a hand, resting it against your forehead, running it to your cheek. The moment he did this, the image of having beomgyu’s hand caressing your bare body flashed in your head.

“Um- ye- yeah I’m fine. Just a bit flushed.” You grabbed his hand that was on your cheek, staring at them as you mindlessly played with his fingers.

“Flushed? Are you feeling shy?” He teased. “Did i do something?”

You didn’t reply, simple shaking your head, still avoiding eye contact. There was silence for a while, and it felt as if you could choke on the tension.

“Or does it have something to do with what you were looking at on your phone?”

Your eyes shot open, all your actions coming to a halt. He knew.

He smirked, expecting that reaction from you. “You know... before i so, rudely, interrupted,” he continued, reaching for your phone.

“Gyu- wait- please, don’t-“

You jumped up, trying to snatch your phone back from him. Which ultimately failed as he stood up, holding your phone higher, out of your reach. And within seconds, your phone unlocked. The first thing on the screen was the fanfic you were reading — beomgyu x reader, genre: smut.

Shit.

Looking back down to you, it was hard to read beomgyus expression. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t shock or even surprise. His face was just... blank.

“Beomgyu...” you weren’t sure what to say.

You had never intended for beomgyu to ever find out you read fan fictions about him. That’s not something a normal girlfriend does, right? I mean, what girlfriend would read about what other people wanted to do with their boyfriend. After this he’d probably thought you were weird. Probably even repulsive.

“I’m sorry, don’t hate me,” was all you could think of, besides wanting to turn and run out the room. But before you could even take a step forward, beomgyu grabbed your arm, spinning you around and pulling you into a hug.

Holding you like that for a while, his head resting on top of yours. “Y/n... no matter what you do, i could never hate you, you know this.” Loosening his hold on you, he took a step back to look you in the eyes, “if it makes you feel better, i can forget i ever saw anything. I’ll never bring it up.”

You silently nodded in agreeance, cheeks pink as your attention turned to your hands, which were nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

Beomgyu chuckled, “come on, go get changed.”

You nodded again, but instead of letting you go, beomgyu’s hands never left your shoulders. “Or actually... i could call the boys and tell them you’re not feeling well.”

“What? Why would we do that?” You asked, shooting him a confused look.

“You know pumpkin, if there’s anything you want to try, you can just ask me. You don’t have to read about it online and fantasise on your own.” Hooking a finger under your chin, he held you still and laid a soft, passionate kiss on your lips. His other hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “So, why don’t you tell me what you’ve read about. Hm? I’m sure there must be so many fantasies I’ve missed out on. Enlighten me.”

You stood still in his arms, an internal debate going on in your head. You couldn’t deny that this excited you, but at the same time, was he being serious?

“You don’t want to tell me?” He said again when you didnt reply, his tone dropping in octaves, “well, i saw some pretty interesting warnings on your screen just now... if im not mistaken, was it rough sex? Thigh riding? Or maybe it was face riding? Is that right?” He leaned down to look at your face, he was just teasing by this point. He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing your embarrassed state in this situation just turned him on more. “Answer me, pumpkin. Or if you don’t want to do this we can just leave no-“

“Yes,” you cut him off, your answer coming in a whisper.

“Good girl.”

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With that he kissed you again, this time harder and more needy. Lightly pushing you back on the bed, he stripped off his jacket and climbed over you, one arm supporting his weight while the other and roamed your sides. Attaching his lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin. You whimpered at the feeling as he let his hand wander under your shirt. You lift your back slightly, allowing him to unhook your bra to grope and squeeze your breasts.

“Please gyu, more,” you let out breathlessly.

“As you wish,” he hums, enjoying the view of how well you reacted to his every touch, lifting your shirt to expose your, now, bare chest. His lips traveled to your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. But just when you were getting lost in the feeling, he stopped, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Before you could protest, he spoke again, “why don’t you ride my thigh?” Getting up to sit beside you, leaning back on his arms as he watched you. His stare cause a burning feeling to course through your body.

Doing as he suggest, you get up, ridding yourself of your clothes, letting them fall to the floor, leaving you on full display to beomgyu. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you began to grind against his thigh, the wetness of your core seemed to go straight through his jeans, leaving a wet patch as you grew more lustful for this boy by the minute. The fabric giving you just the amount of pleasure you needed. His hands came down to grip your hips, pushing you further down on his thigh. You had no doubt that his grip would be leaving bruises to next day, but it didn’t matter as you felt a familiar tightening in your lower stomach.

“Fuck beomgyu, fuck,” moaning out, hugged him closer, as if that was even possible.

“Are you going to come all over my thigh?” He cooed, “hm? Is my baby going going to ruin my jeans?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, you felt yourself releasing over his jeans. You body jolted and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, panting as you rode out your high. Savouring the moment, beomgyu arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as you tried to catch your breath.

“You ready for the next one?” He hummed against your ear. You pulled away from him, giving him a confused look. Mocking your expression, he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t think you were done right? I told you we’re going to make your fantasies come to life. I doubt this was your only one, at least the one you were reading before.”

With that he lifted you off him, letting you sit on the edge of the bed as he stood up. “Pumpkin, look what you did to my jeans. I would ask you to make up for it but today isn’t about me.”

Looking down, you saw a wet patch where you once sat. He pushed you to lie down, kneeling over you, knees on either side of your hips as he removed his white shirt. Your eyes racked up beomgyus torso, his toned abs on show.

“See you something you like?” He teased, throwing his shirt and leaving him in just his jeans.

You rolled your eyes at him before lurching up and pulling him down for a kiss. He leaned down, placing his an arm beside your head to prop himself up. His other wandering hand, gently drawing patterns into your skin as it danced between your bodies. The simple action enough to get you to let out a soft groan.

Pulling away, beomgyu stood, his hard-on evident through the material, making you want to do nothing but suck him off right then and there. But he wouldn’t have let you. As he said, today was about satisfying you. Remove his jeans, along with his briefs, he grabbed your legs dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. Taking his position between your legs as he took a second to admire the beauty in front of him.

Getting on his knees, he started placing gentle kisses along your core. His tongue circling and sucking on your clit as you whined from the sensitivity caused by your last orgasm. You felt yourself tugging on beomgyus hair when two fingers suddenly entered you without warning, pumping at a steady pace. Grinding your hips against his face and fingers, you quickly felt your second orgasm approaching. Wasting no time, he started moving his fingers faster when he felt your walls contract around them. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace a you rode your high which proved to be too much for you. So much so, that you were squirming underneath him. Causing him to hold you down with his free hand.

You were struggling for air by the time his fingers slipped out of you. “Gyu, i cant another one. I’m done.”

“Just one more pumpkin. You can do it,” he smirked, capturing your lips in a kiss as you felt his tip run along your heat, gathering your juices before pushing in.

You felt weak as he thrusted into you hard. Grunting at the feeling of your around him. He broke the kiss and shut his eyes momentarily before pulling out his whole length and slamming back into you again. You cried out his name in pleasure, the over sensitivity setting in.

“Isn’t this so much better than anything you could imagine?” He thrusts faster, causing you to claw at his shoulders, your back arching off the bed.

“Don’t stop,” a string of high pitched whines leaving your lips.

Each of his thrusts were making you see stars. Both of you were nearing your highs, beomgyu with each thrust into your clenching core, and you each him he hit your g-spot. With one last thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over you both.

“Guy, I’m-“ you can’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself release again, mouth hanging open.

Beomgyu groaning profanities, along with your name as he pulled out, coming undone on your stomach. He collapsed next to you, both your breathing coming out as heavy, short pants. You barely anytime to recover before you heard beomgyu rushing out and returning with a towel to clean you off. Leaving the rag aside, he laid back down and pulled you closer to him. His thumb running along your cheek to brush away stray hairs. Looking at you, he flashed you a smile. A smile that effortlessly made your heart jump and do somersaults in your chest.

“From now on if you ever want to try anything, you’ll tell me,” he said in a soft, quiet voice.

You could only nod your head as a response. Maybe you should have gotten caught reading fan fictions about your boyfriend sooner. Sure, you missed the dinner the boys had originally planned. But it was definitely worth it, and it was pretty easy to come up with an excuse when they asked.

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Wew havent wrote a full smut au in a while🥵 hope u liked this!!!

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

hola dude/sis/pal, i got a suggestion for like a scenario. maybe the hq boys reacting to having their s/o stare at them in a lovesick way? im female but i dont mind it being gender neutral. have a nice day (or night)🥰

thank you for the first request kind stranger , hope you have a great day/night <3

KARASUNO BOYS REACTING TO LOVESICK STARE FROM S/O

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰

“good job everyone, just another round of flying laps and we’re done for the day!” daichi announced as you silently stared at him. usually, waiting for him to finish practice was tiring and dull, yet this time you decided to pay more close attention to the training. it was one of your first times actually seeing daichi as a captain rather than your boyfriend. the way he watched everyone do as he said was oddly attractive. you glared at his tall stance, watching his eyes follow each and every one of his team’s movements. you could tell he was looking out for errors. you sat there wondering if he ever looked at you like that when you weren’t aware. 

“y/n? you okay there?” daichi shouted from across the court, diverting his team’s attention to you. you didn’t expect so many eyes to suddenly focus on you. you abruptly sat up straighter and gave a quick thumbs up with a small smile. daichi nodded but his eyes stayed on you. everyone else went back to what they were doing, but daichi was still staring at you. he gave you a warm smile, glancing down in embarrassment of calling you out in front of his whole team. he went back to guiding his team, but this time, his confidence was slightly higher knowing you were there observing him.

𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰

you and suga were out on your usual afternoon lunch breaks together, and today you decided to pick the outside tables. the sun was shining brighter than ever, yet it was calmed down by a cool breeze. you sat there as you watched suga recite your usual order to the waiter. ‘peach ice tea with extra ice, and a side of blueberry muffins’ it was almost fascinating watching him repeating it every time, almost as if he’d spent days memorizing it. you slumped your chin onto your resting palm, watching how the sun brings out the deep hazel in his eyes, how the breeze swifts by his hair at just the right amount of pressure, how his smile comes so-

“y/n? off in dreamyland again?” he smiled as he leaned in closer towards you. you nodded slowly, gently fluttering your eyes closed. suga always had a small tendency to tease you, but he only did it to make you smile. he gently grasped your free hand, resting on the glass table. you looked down to see his pretty setter hands giving you a tight squeeze. as you looked back up, it’s almost as if suga was admiring you in the exact way you were before. 

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴

“asahi, trust me! braids on guys are really in right now!” you giggled, struggling to tie the last knot in his hair as he tried to wriggle out under you. his tall, muscular stance was no match for your determination. you sat back as you gazed at your creation. the braids were messy and almost impossible to notice but that’s not all you were gazing at. asahi was truly beautiful in that moment, with the sun reflecting onto his soft face. you slowly smiled, admiring his perfection. when he realised you weren’t looking at his hair anymore, a bright rose color flushed over his soft cheek.

“what is it y/n? does it look bad” he muttered, glancing up at you. 

“not at all” you whispered, leaning in closer and giving him a soft peck on his lips. you could feel his face burning up right before you as he wrapped his hands around you. you couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed about the braids or flustered about catching you staring. either way, you were glad you made him blush.

𝚁𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙾𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰

“do you really have to go right now?” you whined as tanaka picked up his training bag and plopped it by the door.

“i know, i know, i really wish i could just stay here with you, but tournaments are coming up this week, i really can’t afford to miss a session” he groaned, slowly pulling his graphic T over his head, revealing his glistening abs. his body was truly perfection, there wasn’t a single flaw on his skin. you began to get lost in thought as you wondered how far those toned arms could throw you. 

“hey hot-stuff? my eyes are up here” he laughed, throwing his head back. you weren’t aware of how hard you were goggling at his blessed body, so you were embarrassed to say the least. tanaka walked over to you, lifting your chin up so your eyes meet his. 

“i never said to stop staring angel, i’m all yours” tanaka whispered as a small smile grew on your face. now you REALLY didn’t want him to leave.

𝚈𝚄  𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰

“noya!” you panted as he sped past you, “wait up!” your boyfriend’s obsession with having races with you after practice was practically making your lungs collapse. you stopped momentarily to take a breather as you watched noya speed off into the distance. the amount of energy he had was insane, it’s almost like seeing a toddler on acid, yet it intrigued you. you watched him jog back and forth, waiting for you to supposedly catch your breathe (you were really just admiring him). eventually, he noticed it doesn’t take 3 minutes to catch your breath and decided to run back to you.

“hey! y/n! what’s taking you so long slow-poke? i think coach ukai’s granddad can catch his breathe better than you” he chuckled, slowly panting as his hands slipped down to his knees. lost in daydreams, you were still maintaining your direct stare into his eyes.

“what is it y/n?” he said groggily. 

“oh, nothing. go back, i can catch up” you uttered between breaths as a sly grin grew on noya’s face. he turned around, getting ready to run again.

“oh and y/n, next time you decide to have a staring contest with me, make sure  i’m actually playing” he grinned as he sped off once again, leaving you with your jaw hanging open.

𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙾 𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰

you and kags were finally taking the train home after an exhausting day of your work and his training and dinner with his teammates. the train was empty, cold, you could still smell the faint scent of kag’s usual body spray. you two were practically almost the only ones on the train, so a little pda was okay with kags rn. your head slowly drifted onto his shoulder, and for once he didn’t flinch or get flustered. he just... stayed like that with you? you looked up to see his side profile, and my, my, was it a gorgeous sight to see. his nose tip was perfectly aligned with the bridge, no bump in sight. it was almost satisfying to see how flawless his face was. you began a deep gaze into his ocean eyes, until his eyes met yours. 

“hm?” he said as he raised and eyebrow. you were clearly flustered, as you quickly shook your head and glanced down at your shoes. he didn’t wanna say anything to ruin the moment, so he just pulled you slightly closer and it’s like you could almost feel him smiling.

please tell me if you would like a part two <3

[kpopblurbs]

12:05am

Pairing: Chan/Reader Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Smut, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire!Chan, Mild Blood, Blood Drinking, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Dom!Chan, sub!Reader A/N: I really hope you guys like this, I’ve been struggling to get back into writing but its happening and i think i have the rest of my ideas for smutmas all planned out so im gonna use quarantine to my advantage and get this shit done Smutmas Masterlist AO3 Link

Chan didn’t always like to feed from you, though he told you all the time that your blood was the best hes ever tasted, he never wanted to risk taking too much of your blood too often. He had other sources to feed on so he wouldn’t bother you all the time but when he would feed from you he always tried to make it as pleasant of an experience as possible. However, he never needed to, the sensation of him sucking your blood was an indescribable feeling.

You could still remember the first time it happened, the two of you tangled up together, him thrusting into you deep and slow the way you liked it. You had discussed it beforehand but you were still surprised when he bit into you, he was as gentle as possible as he sucked on your neck. You were completely unprepared for the wave of pleasure that washed over you, you almost saw stars as you came harder than you had ever cum in your life.

Ever since then, you were desperate for more, you liked to wear low cut tops around him and while he would indulge you occasionally, his willpower was strong enough to keep it from happening too often.

Tonight, however, was your lucky night, he was just hungry enough for your teasing to pay off and you couldn’t hold back your smile as he dragged you to the bedroom and pushed you onto the bed. Ever the romantic, Chan always moved slow, removing your clothes at such a torturous pace you were tempted to just rip them off yourself. He pressed gentle kisses across your skin as he undressed you, pausing for a second once he had tossed everything you were wearing to the ground to admire your body. “You’re so gorgeous, how did I get so lucky?” Chan asked with a smile before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“I dunno, you’ve been alive for awhile, you must have done something good in all those years,” you responded with a giggle.

“Fair point,” Chan laughed before sitting back. His clothes came off much faster than yours so it wasn’t long before he was back on top of you, his hands on the pillow on either side of your head as he smiled down at you. “You’re gonna be good for me tonight, right Princess?” he asked.

You nodded quickly, “Always,” you confirmed.

“Good girl,” he responded, pausing to decide his next move for a second before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You let him lead the kiss, increasing the intensity at his pace which still remained torturously slow. It was only when you began to squirm underneath him that he pulled away, “Getting impatient?” he asked, the smirk on his face telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing. You nodded, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes in the hopes that he would speed things up. “You really think that look is gonna help you get your way?” he asked, pausing for a second before his face broke into a smile, “Because it is, you’re too cute for your own good.”

You smiled brightly at him, murmuring a quick, “Thank you,” as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. He settled back into the moment, leaning down to bury his face in your neck, you couldn’t help the small whine that slipped from your lips as he sucked a mark into the sensitive spot behind your ear. You felt him smirk against your skin before he moved down your body, pressing quick kisses into every inch of your skin before finally settling himself between your legs. Your body was tense in anticipation, you could feel his breath fanning across your pussy, the sensation making you shiver.

It felt like forever before he finally licked a stripe up your heat, though you were preparing yourself for that moment, your body still jolted in response. He repeated the action a couple more times before focusing his attention on your clit, tracing circles around the bud with his tongue, letting you squirm around a little before moving his hand up to your hips and holding you still. He brought his other hand down beneath his chin and pressed two fingers into your entrance, you let out a low moan as you felt him stretch you out. His assault on your clit stopped for the moment as he lifted his head up to watch your face as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. He let you adjust to the feeling before pushing his fingers all the way in and curling them up, searching for your g-spot. You cried out as soon as he found it, too wrapped up in your own pleasure to notice his satisfied smirk. He continued massaging that spot with his fingertips as he moved back down to continue sucking on your clit.

Your toes curled from the intense stimulation, your gasps and moans were impossible to hold back as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, when you were about to hit your peak, you felt him pull away from you, ripping a loud whine from your mouth as you felt your orgasm slipping away. You wanted nothing more than to grab him by the hair and get him to go back to what he was doing but you still wanted to be good for him so instead you looked at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Aw, Princess,” he cooed, crawling back up to hover over you once again, “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’ll take care of you.”

You pouted, “I know but that was still mean,” you said and he chuckled.

“You’re right, but you took that so well, I think you deserve a reward,” he said with a smile. He reached towards the bedside table and grabbed a condom from out of the drawer before sitting back and tearing the foil open. He pulled the condom out and wrapped one hand around his dick, stroking himself to full hardness before slipping it onto his dick. He supported himself on one arm next to your head, using his other hand to guide his dick to your entrance. You moaned loudly as he pushed himself into you slowly, he paused when he was fully inside you, letting you adjust to the intrusion before beginning to pull out at the same achingly slow pace.

You let him stick to that pace for a few thrusts before letting out a whine, “Faster, please,” you begged.

“You sound so pretty and desperate for me,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice steady though you could tell he was just as affected as you were. At your request he picked up the pace, keeping it manageable but beginning to pound into your harder than before. You wrapped your arms around him, letting your nails drag up his back and no doubt leaving bright red lines across his skin. He leaned down to bury his face in your neck and you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your skin. “You ready, Princess?” he asked with a slight lisp to his words due to his fangs protruding further than before.

“Yes. please, do it,” you begged, tilting your head to the side to give him easier access to your neck. There was a quick jolt of pain as he bit you followed by the almost overwhelming wave of pleasure you had come to adore. You cried out loudly as he sucked at your neck, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to care when his thrusts slowed down so he could focus on what he was doing. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you as your fingers tangled in his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as you hit your high. You felt him pull away from your neck and with a couple more thrusts he let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he released into the condom.

The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavily as you came down from your orgasms before Chan seemed to realize that your neck was still bleeding. You let out a whine as he pulled out of you, your legs falling from around his hips as he moved. He pulled the condom off, tied the end up, and got up quickly to throw it away. Returning only a couple seconds later with a small square of gauze to press to your neck, he sat next to you and held it in place as you began to drift off. He used his free hand to run his fingers through your hair as he spoke, whispering soft praises to you as you fell asleep.

[iamtheempress]

Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 9}

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Some days have come and gone, bruises were healed ribs are fixed back into place. Vegeta is off with Goku training themselves in the time chamber for the night, in all their forms to test themselves fully.

Bulma had asked her to house sit the entirety of Capsule Corp for the night, Carlie happily obliged since she still had her old room beside the balcony. The scientist rushed to her lab and came back up to her temporary bedroom and sat down on her bed, only to dress into a sleep shirt and pull out her bottle of whiskey, an old stache in her night stand and the new bottle of Merlot for Frieza. She ordered a hot pizza for herself and maybe Frieza if he was willing to eat. 

She had a movie ready to watch and unwind. An old classic and take on horror, Alien. A solid 3 hour long movie that she loved to watch when she was younger, one of the first movies that peaked her interest hardcore to alien races all together.

She singlehandedly carried both the pies and the wine and whiskey in her arms down the hall in the direction of the theater, which is on Friezas side of the building She felt one of the bottles slipping and started to quietly curse herself when it falls from her arms, she awaits the impending crash and liqour splattering everywhere. When it didnt she looked to her side to see a tail tip encircling the bottle.

 “Tsk. Well if that were to break that would certainly be tragic, wouldnt it, Ms. Carlie?” Frieza said standing beside her with a small smile, Carlie smiled at Frieza and laughed abit embarrassed. “Thanks, Frieza.. Want to help me eat these pizzas?”She lifted the pizza boxes and the smell wafted up to the Emperor, he hummed and held his chin between his fingers. “I am quite hungry. Pizza you say? Id love to accompany you, dear.” 

He holds the bottle and saunters beside her down the hall, tail fluttering slowly behind him, a bit of blood still on the very end of his terribly strong tail.. From his most recent murder that day. “I was actually going to watch a movie too, so hope you enjoy feeling lazy eating pizza and getting abit drunk cuz thats going to happen with me tonight” She giggled and gently nudged open the door to the large theater room. “Oh there is no issue with that, I was wondering how you were doing anyway so to spend some quality time within your company is just what i needed.” 

You too will realize this

Frieza curtly nods and places the bottle of whiskey down besides the two large pizzas with hot sauce to dunk in, Carlie lifted the bottle of merlot to Frieza and smiled. “Wanted to give this to you and we can get abit drunk together.. Except i dont know your tolerance to alcohol.” “Wuite alright, im no light weight.” “Excellent!” she claps her hands together and grabs a wine goblet and one Whiskey glass.

Frieza watches her form shuffle away, eyes raking slowly down to her pretty soft legs. Her bottom showing just slightly from the shirt raised up behind her. Frieza hums and seats himself on the extra large and extravagant couch bringing the Wine up and looking at it.. His little smirk showing in the glass bottles sheen in the movie theaters dim light. “Care to tell me what we would be watching.” She tilts her head and comes back with the glasses sitting comfy besides Freeza, the light of the theater dimmed very slowly until the only things visible were Friezas eyes and the screen turning on to suit the room. 

“This movie is one of my favorites from when i was younger. It is called Alien, plot is basically a bunch of humans awake from cryostasis and there's no reason why, and then this insectoid alien called a xenomorph makes its appearance and you'll see the rest. It's great!” “Ohohoho! How precious.. Humans having their own interpretations of Alien kind is quite amusing! Cannot wait to see what kind of monstrosity your kind has imagined.” He uses his ki to pour them both some wine and whiskey. “Hey you might like it, don't knock it till ya try it.” she giggles and clinks the drinks together and takes a sip. The movie begins and she is immediately entrenched in it like its her first time watching it.

Watching a classic with the late emperor. His arms are crossed as this large fluffy white quilt is brought up to her lap and encircles her so comfortably, her slippers fall off her feet to the floor. Frieza watches her out of the corner of his eye while she watches the screen with expectant wonder.. 

He watched her pretty gossamer locks, some that were tied up and some that were loose, falling out of her messily tied bun, down her shirt, her lightly tanned skin glistens with some nice smelling body spray, tantalizing and sweet. Like her. The fact she wasnt wearing glasses made her look more appealing and this deeply confused Frieza… His eyes snapped to the screen and he took a sip of his drink, his back curving to relax into the plush cushion. 

Friezas tail slid beneath her back, she didnt flinch, she shifted a tiny bit, maybe to make sure he was comfortable, maybe to welcome it.. He took it as the latter and proceeded to welcome the warmth of her back upon his tail. 

‘You beautiful little thing…’ he thinks crossing his ankles and watching her fill another glass full of whiskey, right as the first sight of the Xenomorph came up on screen his eyes widened and he tilted his head. 

Watching humans cower in abject horror made the emperor smile in pride of the idea that this is what humans find entertaining and terrifying..the tail around her waist slowly drags her to his side; spurts of blood and the absolute massacre that sprays forth from its victims peaks his interest. Down to the idea they grow and procreate and are fast and nimble, with predatory intent to kill and overwhelm, ambush with ease. 

The very similar comparison to his 3rd form was just the icing on the cake for the emperor that made this all the more amusing. Shes familiar with the immense amount of horror this form can bring...Maybe this was intentional.. Maybe she wanted him to see that he wasnt afraid of him, no matter what form he took. 

She had eaten almost all of this pizza along with the dip of the hot sauce that made her lips look glossy and inviting...a thought Frieza never entertained before but here he was, staring at her lips and her neck where Vegeta left a bite.

He sneers and his bright red eyes return to the screen, when she places her whiskey glass down her hand touches his thick cold tail while she puts it down the emperor cracks the goblet from the grip.. Not breaking it entirely just enough to crack it.

*Thats enough of this little game…*

This gives him an idea. One to finally act upon this beautiful little woman besides him whos blanched stark white and almost flush against the 

“"this movie is quite entertaining. Kill or be killed and absolute domination with zero regard for human life. Procreate and maim, all for the sake of their queen" Frieza muses, his arm bringing the soft white blanket into his lap and his cold strong hand finds her bare thigh, Carlie was abit tipsy but she wasnt blind... "You enjoy this bloodshed dont you, Carlie.” He lets the goblet go to float gingerly to the table infront of him and tilts her head to face him. “Frieza, what are you talking about.. Its just a movie.” He straightens his back hard and looks her square in the eye; a knowing look blooms across his minimalistic features and his red eyes dilate.

“I know what happened to you the other day. Vegeta harmed you while you were intimate, I saw your back and those horrific bruises and scratches.” Her eyes went wide and she backed her head up abit from him as he held her hand in his own. “Frieza.. Me and Vegeta are fine it was a one time thing that wont-” “And how do you know that Carlie?” “Huh?”

“Ive known Vegeta for decades. Since he was a small chimp with a dead father. I WAS basically his father figure, to hell with any of his old Saiyan counterparts. They had as little an influence as i did on him. He had a temper that could never be put out..”  He snapped, raising his voice harshly almost into her face.

 For a split second.. He felt bad for doing that.

“That Saiyan bravado is all brute force and abuse. Never anything gentle..” Carlies eyes remained wide as she slowly- like cold molasses on the brain-took everything he said in. “He would never abuse me..” She pushed his hand off her leg and his tail slunk slowly beneath the shirt to her smoothe soft belly, then to her thighs to keep her still, but not enough to harm her. “He did though..  He most certainly did though… your back had proof of it.. Why would he throw you so violently… you his little mate.. That damned ape knows nothing about delicacy… its disgusting…” 

He sneers forcing the girl to her back with little effort on his own part. Carlie started to panic... “Frieza, let me go. C'mon if i didn't trust Vegeta i wouldn't be with him, let me the heck go please.” SHe pleas and pulls against the tail as the emperor cradles her head and stares down at the little scientist, a hypnotic unblinking stare as his tail tightens around her soft midsection and her quivering legs, his tail pulsing around her body.

   “Carlie… Would I lie to you.. Vegeta’s a great danger to you, he's highly unstable and you know it.. No amount of affection or care will break that ape down to what you want.. He is a *Saiyan* careless, heartless, if you were to die he wouldn't bat a lash.. Just look at where you are.” His tail sliding between her legs to lock them together to ensure she doesn't struggle too hard. SHe was all ears as she complied and lain still turning her head to the side crying…

“He left you with me… alone.. Instead of staying he went off to probably train and..” the back of his knuckles slide down her cheek. His eyes looking longingly at the slender pretty neck and her soft plush lips back up to her eyes… 

What is going ON with him….

“Inflict more harm upon you…Possibly kill you..” He pulls away and sits up his tail uncurling quite satisfied with his claim. Hoping he made her change her mind he folded his hands in his lap. 

“You are my only friend Carlie, I'm saying this to protect you.” 

Carlie stood up and backed up staring at him. “I don't know where you get off.. Speaking to me like that.. Frieza I gotta go.. Dont fucking follow me i cant fucking think…” she slurs, turning on her heel and taking the whiskey and headed for the door.

  “Look at me.”

 She stops dead in her tracks. Frieza didn't even have to turn completely around. “That creature… the Xenomorph on the screen.. Is my 3rd form likeness..” 

3rd form… no one said anything about forms with him… “.............” She gulps and listens, letting him proceed. “This is my Final Form.. From this i can get stronger in my Golden form… one day i hope to show you its glory… But until then… know i could have killed you.. But i dont. I enjoy your company. If you choose to leave that is your choice, and i bid you a pleasant night my dear.” He raises the now full Goblet to his lips and sips.

He heard the door close and the emperor simply closed his eyes.. Her energy left the room. It was lonely. It actually *hurt* Frieza to feel her go.

"Consider this friendship squandered... i will take what i want... and what i wanted from the very beginning was you" He hissed under his breath. Continuing to watch the movie and enjoy the rest of his pizza. “I hope you have a lovely last night as Vegetas.. Because i will make you mine. Empress Carlie...you have no choice…” He muses eating a slice and licking his fingers clean. 

His tail rests in the spot where she sat. “You never really did.”

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Authors note: Super sorry yall. lifes been batshit and i hope yall like this truly. Were coming up on the wrap up~

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[sick-in-luv]

Yandere!Alien (Atlas) Pt1

A/n:Got this idea and just had to write it👽

Warnings⚠️: gore?

'So this is what they meant when they said humans are made of stars' Altas thought,scoffing as his hands dug deeper into the open chest cavity of the man laying in front of him. The smell of iron was heavy in the air as blood pooled around them,staining the overalls Atlas had taken from him

"ꉓꂦꎭꍟ ꂦꈤ! ꀤ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ...ꍏꃅ ꃅꍏ!" The man was still alive,his quick breaths coming out gargled as blood gathered in his mouth. Atlas moved his hand up into the man's throat, his fingers wrapping around his larynx.

He pressed his pointed nail into the soft tissue,a glowing green liquid flowing into the mans veins,spreading across his face and neck. Atlas sighed as he watched the man squirm,his strength slowly fading.

"ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦᖘ ꎭꂦᐯꀤꈤꁅ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꀤ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꍏꀘꍟ ꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ ꍏꈤꀸ ꌗᖘꍟꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ᖘꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꈤꌗ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꌃꍟ ꒒ꂦꈤꁅ." True to his word,Atlas moved his hand out of the man only a few seconds later,a satisfied smile on his face.

"There! Ain't that much better?" He said gleefully,testing out his new voice,the slight southern drawl making him pause. "Weird,not what i expected it would sound like after i heard you scream."

Atlas shook his head " well I guess it doesn't matter. Now,lets close you up shall we?" He smiled,moving to stand up and walk back to his landing area to find the tool he needed.

He froze however when he heard a click,followed by something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head.

"M-make one move and I'll blow y-yer goddam brains out!" Atlas sighed and stood up,hearing the person behind him gasp and stumble backwards, falling over and dropping his gun in the process.

Atlas turned around and looked down at the terrified man,blinking in surprise as he saw the striking resemblance between him and the other man who was barely clinging to life behind him.

"D-demon" Atlas heard the man mumble as he picked up his shotgun,pointing it at the 7ft tall blood coved figure in front of him. "Y-you killed my brother"

Atlas frowned,trying to find the right words to tell the man that his brother wasn't dead. He moved forward only to stop when he heard a loud bang,followed by a seering pain in his side as the man pulled the trigger.

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You always loved coming to visit your uncle. His small cabin in the woods was so peaceful,a huge change from the city life that you were used to.

There was nothing but farmlands and forests for miles, so apart from the occasional sound of an animal,it was quiet.

You were alone in the cabin. Your uncle left earlier to go to work,leaving you to do what you wanted until he came back.

Of course, there wasn't much to do,so you opted for sitting in front of the old box tv in the livingroom,eating microwave pizza and trying to solve crossword puzzles

It wasn't much,but it kept you entertained. The TV was only on for backround noise,but occasionally something interesting caught your eye,like when the news broadcaster started talking about a foreign object entering orbit.

It didn't hold your attention for long though,because soon after she said that the signal cut out,leaving nothing but static on the tv. You sighed but didn't bother to try and fix it, only shrugging before going back to your puzzle.

About half an hour and 3 puzzles later you decided to go to bed,seeing as your primary source of entertainment was down and you already finished the last slice of pizza.

After a short shower,you threw on a oversized t shirt and went to brush your teeth,moving sluggishly through your suitcase to find your toothbrush.

After finally finding it along with your mouthwash and hairbrush,you moved back to the bathroom. You desperately tried to keep your eyes open as you moved the toothbrush through your mouth,nearly falling asleep at the sink before a loud bang sounded out outside.

You let out a short scream,your toothbrush slipping through your fingers as you jumped. You scrambled to try and catch it only to loose your footing and fall over backwards,hitting your head on the side of the tub.

You sat there for a second,toes curling in pain as your hands shot up to where your head was throbbing.

The pain subsided after a few seconds,and you cursed your neighbors for thinking it was okay to start shooting at this hour of the night,slowly standing up and making your way back to your room.

"Stupid Clive and his stupid guns. It's 2 am for god sakes. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when i see him again that no good little-" you stopped abruptly as you heard something shuffling outside.

"Whaaaatt the fuck" you whispered to yourself,slowly moving towards the front of the cabin to peek out the window. You grabbed a phone on the way,getting ready to call your uncle if it was something serious.

Pulling back the plaid curtain,you scanned the dimly lit porch,holding your breath in anticipation.

Once you were certain that there was nothing there,you let out a relieved sigh,moving to close the curtain and finally go to bed,when a very large blood covered hand slammed against the window.

You let out a scream,your knees going weak, once again sending you towards the ground. You grabbed the phone,filled with adrenaline as you started dialing your uncles number until-

"H-help. Puh-please! I-I need help" you paused putting the phone down and listening. You heard a pained groan followed by a weird chittering noise.

You slowly got onto your knees,peeking out the window,passed the bloody handprint,to see a person laying on the wooden porch,covered in blood.

"Oh shit!" You ran towards the door,not even hesitating as you threw it open,rushing towards the person.

"Oh shit oh fuck a-are you okay? Oh damnit! come on lets get you inside." The man groaned and sat up slowly,and you had to keep yourself from gasping at not only his height,but also the mess of unnaturall, almost glowing neon green hair on his head,almost completely covering his eyes.

"Holy shit." You heard the man let out a pained chuckle "wow your teaching me all sorts of new words"

You raised your eyebrow,wanting to ask him what he meant when he let out another groan. "Ah,lets get you to the bathroom yeah? We got a first aid kit in there i think." You quickly stood up,throwing his large arm over your shoulders and trying to help him up. He must've noticed your struggle, because he let out another chuckle and supported more of his own weight, only occasionally leaning on you as you led him to the bathroom.

It was only when you saw him under the florescent light when you noticed that his skin had a strange greenish hue to it,and he was wearing clothes that didn't really seem to fit him properly. You paid no mind to it as you helped him sit down on the toilet,frantically scrambling to find the first aid kit.

"What happened to you? You look like you were run over." You cringed at yourself. You really didnt mean to sound so blunt but you were still filled with adrenaline from the big ass scare he gave you.

"A silly human shot me with his primative weapon. Unfortunately i couldn't reach my ship in time to grab any of my healing supplies or any proper covering so i opted for finding the nearest form of civilization."

You paused at his words,slowly turning to look at him,first aid kit clutched in your shaking hands. You looked up at his tall form sitting calmly with his hand pressed against the wound in his side,his jet black eyes looking straight into yours.

Wait a minute

Black eyes.

"H-human? Ship? What the fuck are you on about my guy?" He smiled sweetly,showing off his razor sharp teeth. Al three rows of them.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away,causing his smile to fade. "Oh! Oh nono no human don't look so afraid! Im not here to hurt anyone! And I'm certainly not going to hurt you after you let me into your home"

You shook you head and stood still,not letting your gaurd down just yet. "How do i know your telling the truth? What are you?"

He made a little chittering noise,moving a bit of neon green hair out of his eyes. "Ah yes. I forgot your species hasn't had any public outside contact yet. My name is Atlas. I am what your kind know as an 'extra terrestrial' or an 'alien' or whatever" he stood up,slowly moving towards you.

He stopped just inches away and bent down to look you in the eye,his own black orbs glistening in the light. "As for the whole truth thing,well I really don't have any reason to lie to you pet."

He placed his large hand over the first aid kit,gently pulling it from your grip and moving closer towards your face,his nose brushing yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed softly.

"Your a good little human right? So i really have no desire to hurt you." He suddenly stood up straight, making you squeal softly. "But i do really need you to help me repair my injuries."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding,before looking up at Atlas,who was struggling to open the box,turning it over in his hands multiple times.

After taking a few more deep breaths,trying to process everything,you giggled softly making him stop and look at you.

"What are you doing?" Atlas huffed and felt around the box again. "Where is the scanning device?? How do you open this stupid thing??" Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you took the box from him,pressing the small latch and opening the box.

He looked at you in awe for a second before crossing his arms. "Primitive human devices" you snorted as you laughed harder ,bringing your hand up to your mouth to try and stop the noises.

Atlas gave you a deadpan look scoffing and sitting back down on the toilet. Once you calmed yourself down enough,you moved over to him. "Wow i can't belive i was terrified of you a second ago" you smiled pulling down the straps of his overalls.

He scoffed again and bared his teeth. "Oh you should be terrified now little human. Lauging at my struggles. How dare you" you laughed again,before lifting his shirt amd kneeling between his legs to be eyelevel with his wound. "My name is (Y/n) by the way. Not "little human" you stared in slight surprise at the odd dark blueish color of his blood before grabbing a rag from the box and covering it in rubbing alcohol.

Atlas made a noise as you pressed the alcohol covered rag onto his wound,leaning back to grant you more access.

He hummed as you continued to clean the wound,a small smile on his face. "I'll call you whatever i want little human" you looked up at him,confused at his happy tone.

"Doesn't this hurt? Why do you look so happy?" Atlas chittered again and looked down at you "I like the burning."

You blushed a bit and opened your mouth to say something before a loud knock came from the front door.

"Damnit what now?" You stood up slowly,throwing the rag in the sink. "Just be quiet,they'll think no ones home." You grabbed a bandage from the box and went to bend down again and finish fixing his wound before a familiar voice stated yelling at the door as the banging continued.

"(Y/n)! You in there? It's Clive! Ya gotta get out here i think that thing made its way into your house!" You raised your eyebrow and looked back at Atlas.

"Thats the human who shot me. He must've followed my blood the cretin." You sighed and put down the bandage "I'll be right back okay? Just lemme go take care of this."

You only got so far as the bathroom door before you felt arms wrap around you,pulling you back. "No! Your MY human. I wont allow that disgusting cretin anywhere near you."

You looked up at Atlas,who had his teeth bared. He was starting intensely in the direction of the front door,where the banging now turned frantic,along with the voices.

"Atlas just let me get him to leave. I won't be long i promise."

He looked down at you,his eyes gleaming dangerously. You squimed a bit,feeling his grip falter as you pulled out of his arms. "I-ill be right back okay?"

You pushed him back into the bathroom,closing the door behind you and making your way over to the front of the house.

"I'm coming Clive calm down." You sighed as you opened the door,putting on your best 'just woke up' look. "What do you want? Its really late."

Clive looked panicked. His flannel shirt was covered in a mix of dark blue and crimson and he had a shotgun in his hand.

"(,Y/n)! Thank God your okay! I was bouta break down the door cause i thought somethin' happened to ya. Theres somethin'out here. A demon or somethin'. It killed Marcus. It killed my brother" you stared at Clive as he sobbed,not sure what to do.

He couldn't be talking about Atlas right? He said it himself,he didn't come here to kill humans. You looked back at the bathroom and saw Atlas standing there,a feral look on his face. "Fuck" you whispered moving outside and closing the front door.

Clive calmed down and looked at you confused. "S-sorry Clive. I haven't seen anything. But if you want I'll call the cops for you okay? Or the ranger?" Clive ignored your frantic words and tried to move passed you to the door

"Are ya hidin' it in there? You are arent ya? Let me in there (Y/n). I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" You moved in front of him

Trying desperately to stop him from going in.

"Wait Clive you can't just-" you squeaked as he grabbed your arms trying,throwing you to the side and opening the door,his gun ready.

He moved into the house and you scrambled to get up and stop him,only to be pulled back down,a hand covering your mouth.

You looked behind you and saw Atlas glaring at the door,his sharp teeth bared. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder,you groaned a bit as his shoulder knocked the wind out of you,and Clives frantic footsteps could be heard rushing back towards the porch.

Before he made it out the door,Atlas had already started running across the open field in front of the house.

You heard Clive yell something before running out after you,but at this point it wasnt likely for him to catch up.

"A-Atlas where are we going?" He let out a grunt and stoped,putting you down but not letting go of your arm. "We're going to my ship. That stupid human ruined everything. And he has the gull to blame me for his brothers death? Honestly."

You stumbled after him,desperately trying to keep up. ""S-so you didn't kill his brother?" Atlas scoffed. "Of course not. That idiot just got on the way before i could

Heal him."

You raised your eyebrow as he finally came to a stop,letting go of your arm and dashing towards the green and blue pod that stood on a scorched plot of grass. "What do you mean heal..."

Your question died in your throat as your eyes landed on what you recognized to be Clive's younger brother Markus,laying on the blood stained grass with a blank look in his glassy eyes. His chest was ripped wide open,displaying all of his organs.

"He got in the way of my ship before i could grab the device i needed to heal him. I never meant for him to-" Atlas looked up from his pod,having already found what he was looking for to heal his wound,only to see you backing away,tears slowly dripping down your face.

"Hey. Whats the matter? Huma-" Atlas was cut off when you turned around and started running back towards your cabin. He let out a low growl before sprinting after you,catching up in a matter of seconds and grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he turned you around,trying to get you to stop squirming. "Listen! I didn't kill him!" You struggled more as you heard Clive's voice in the distance,screaming for you.

Atlas growled again and pushed you to the ground,pinning your arms to your sides. "I didn't kill the human,but if you don't stop struggling right now I AM going to kill that one."

You instantly stopped,looking up at him with tearly eyes. "Wonderfull" Atlas said,picking you up once again and carrying you towatds his ship as Clive came into veiw.

"I didn't lie to you human." He started,gently placing your shivering form in his ship. "I didn't come to this dirt planet to harm any humans." He got in next to you and you could only watch as the ship fired up,flashing bright blues and greens before slowly starting to hover,just as Clive showed up.

"I came here to find a pet."

[soundrooms]

Soundrs: Cyprus Fuel

My name is Alexander, I’m releasing music as Cyprus Fuel (solo project), Moonshots (together with Tim aka flingu) and Wow & Flutter (together with Ole aka Treetime Music). I run a label called UltraBold Records and a tumblr blog called Soundrooms. My profession is graphic design, my passion is music making.

➜ Visit Fuelstagram

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Why do you make music?

Out of boredom or frustration. I get frustrated when I’m not bored enough to make music. I started making electronic music just to entertain myself.

What are your inspiration sources?

Listening to new music inspires me, new hard- or software inspires me, learning about new audio production tricks inspires me. Anything new inspires me!

Tell us something about your workflow.

I don’t like using presets, so most of the time I start with trying to get a cool sound out the music equipment I got. Lots of gear came and went; these days im using a Teenage Engineering OP-Z, Pocket Operator tonic, a computer with NI Reaktor, Ableton Live and Push 2.

How would creative rituals benefit your workflow?

I think it’s important to make music with a relaxed mind so anything that reduces the noise of everyday life is beneficial for creativity. I need to set up a space where I can single task on making music only. It’s also important to keep an open mind and excite all senses. Don’t let the daily grind dull you down. I find sport in nature and deep breathing helpful.

How do you get in the zone?

When I’m alone I like to make music very late when I’m sleepy. In that state the zone is right around the corner. Except for my annual mushroom trip I don’t use any consciousness altering substances anymore. I like to breathe in deeply through my nose—that’s a rush!

How do you start a track?

Ideally I would create a folder on my desktop, give it an arbitrary name, a tempo and a scale. Then I’d start filling it up with sound design samples from various sources, just the synths and tools I feel like using that day. I’ll create a sound and put it through FX. I’ll record whatever comes out. That way I create sounds which are my own. When I feel like I got enough material together, I’ll start a fresh Ableton project set to that tempo and that scale, throw the samples into Push and start building a groove with 4, 8 or 16 bars. If the groove is to my liking, I’ll start arranging. Changing things up and making it interesting. It tends to get pretty weird and experimental sometimes. But that’s okay because it’s my expression. I like to make music that satisfies me, not an audience.

More often than not though I’ll start with the cheesiest chord progression that I can come up with, add a simple four on the floor house drumbeat and develop things from there. The simpler the better. Same goes for graphic design by the way, start with a triangle and Helvetica and take things from there : )

Do you have a special template?

I have an improvisation template for experimentation, with various synths and effects, ready to go. Otherwise I always keep a limiter (Ableton stock) and spectrum analyzer (ditto) on the master bus. The limiter makes sure that I don’t brick my speakers through any loud experimentation!

What do you put on the master channel?

If I master a demo I start with an EQ for high (~16k Hz) and low cut (~30 Hz), a glue compressor to catch peaks, a litte dynamic tube, a little OTT, another compressor for the final gain and a saturator. At the very end is a loudness meter, I try to hit 12 LUFS average.

How do you arrange and finish a track?

This is the part where I struggle with the most. Sometimes arrangement can be easy, fluid and fast, many times I get stuck on an 8 bar loop for hours. It can help to stretch out the 8 bars for several minutes and substract, or just re-record the master output and jam the track out for fun. The best music is made with feeling, not with thought. Another trick is to import a song from another artist and copy the structure.

How do you deal with unfinished projects?

I let em sit on my hard drive and revisit from time to time. I’ll try to find the element that’s most engaging in the project. Then I’ll try and build a new structure around that element or simply bounce it to audio and store it as a sample for later use.

How do you store and organize your projects?

My projects move through various stages through folders which I’ve set up like this:

• Ideas

• In Progress (Arrangement)

• 90 % (Mixing & Pre-Mastering)

• Finished (Demos & Releases)

How do you take care of studio ergonomics?

I have to mindsets: seriousness and fun.

In fun mode I can sit down or lay or stand anywhere and entertain myself with sound creation. Whether it be jamming on a bench or meadow outside with friends, alone with headphones on a train or simply in pyjamas on the couch with the OP-Z in front of me or the MacBook on my lap. In that mode I care about exploration and process and not about results or ergonomics.

In serious mode I want to achieve a goal like mixing or arrangement. This is where I’ll sit down in my humble studio. I’m very paranoid and frustrated a lot of the time about the way my music sounds. I’m always making adjustments, optimizing my listening situation. The next improvement is going to be a subwoofer. Room treatment is key for confident mixing!

Tell us something about your daily routine, how is your day structured, how do you make room for creativity?

I work as a freelance graphic designer so I’m in the lucky position to be able to structure my daily life how I want to. On a perfect day, I’ll wake up pretty early, fool around with my outrageously young girlfriend until she has to leave for her job, get up for a cup of coffee, do some body exercises, spend an hour playing video games or reading a couple of pages in a book to jumpstart my brain. I’ll then check the computer for correspondence and design duties. In the afternoon, I’ll go outside for sport and fresh air. After dinner I tend to get bored or frustrated and start up Ableton. I’m an introvert so I don’t have the need to socialize that much. In that regard the pandemic situation doesn’t affect me all that much, I feel. I don’t subscribe to Netflix or consume mass media to any degree. I like to play city walking videos on YouTube, for ambiance.

Share a quick producing tip.

Start from INIT. Play around with knobs and buttons until something interesting starts to happen. Begin simple, become complex.

Share a link to an interesting website (doesn’t have to be music related).

➜  http://radio.garden/

List ten sounds you are hearing right this moment : )

cars passing by outside

Cargo mix #043

keyboard typing

my breathing

my feet moving around on the floor

I can hear my thoughts

I can hear your thoughts

from a thousand miles away

if you think the same as me

we’ll both get an echo.

Thanks for reading. Stay wonderful y’all!

[nthngbxtfanfics]

The MONSTA Office - IM (Changkyun)

START A RIOT

You suddenly felt something hitting your forehead. Looking down, you noticed a small piece of paper, crumpled into a small ball. Your eyebrows started to meet each other, as another crumple hit your face, this time closer to your eyes. Your eyes lifted to the direction it came from. 

You met your coworkers eyes, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. His smirk was hidden from the screen in front of him. Your eyes shot him a glare, being annoyed by the man sitting opposite from you.

You decided to ignore him and continued on your task. Changkyun didn’t like it and thought about a way to get your attention back. He nudged his foot against your leg multiple times. But you continued to act like you felt nothing. Your coworker clicked on his pen, while lifting his arm to push it in front of your face. He threw more paper crumples towards you, all abandoned on the floor. 

A new idea plopped up in his head, he opened the intern chat function for the company and spammed your messenger with random sentences. First some random facts that plopped up in his mind then some stupid dad jokes. His last card were cringe pickup lines that he found on the internet.

You thought he grew bored as your messenger stopped giving you notifications. But you were wrong. 

Changkyun was convinced he would get your attention, he tried one last thing. Even though he had to pull up all his encouragement and will power to do it.

“Y/N-ssi noona~ give me attention juseyo~” you couldn’t hold back the snort coming out of you, that was the last end of the straw. Your head met with the surface of your table, trying to hold back your laughter.

Despite being embarrassed by his attempt of doing aegyo, Changykun was still satisfied of you breaking your stone wall. A smirk placed over his lips as he stood up from his chair to examine your state.  Your forehead still sticked to the wood and your shoulders were shaking from laughing.

“So, since I got your attention, wanna have some fun?” you lifted your head, as your laughter slowly died down. Brushing away the small tears from the corner of your eyes, you met your table mates eyes, who was waiting for your response. 

A thought plopped up in your mind, why not annoy him a little? Your face became stone hard and a resting bitch-face placed over your features.

“No.” You looked him dead in the eyes. As the word left your lips, your eyes looked back down onto your screen. Missing Changkyuns reaction.

“Yah, Y/N-ssi~ I did not wasted my time, trying to catch your attention, only for you to respond like that. I called you a fucking Noona, even though I’m older than you!”

“Changkyun.” you exhaled before you continued your rant. But as you lifted your eyes back up, you only saw a pouting puppy with crossed arms in front of you. You couldn’t help yourself and feel defeated. No win for you this day. You hated it the most whenever Changkyun pulled out that card, but it’s better than him being some kind of perverted, horny teenage boy. “What do you want?” Changkyuns smile grew wide and his eyes started to sparkle, but were replaced in a matter of seconds into a devilish grin. His eyes got darker and his confident-level was rising.

You knew what it meant.

“I want you to get wasted with me, tonight!”

“Changkyun, I-”

“Nuh uh! You, me, that barbecue place and plenty of soju. Tonight! I want you to cancel all your plans cuz tonight is Changkyun time and all your attention will be on me” he emphasized every word with his circulating finger and the eyes of Satan. That just calls trouble for the whole night. The scenarios already playing in your mind, as your memories from the last time came up. The night just ended in Changkyun being the one completely wasted, throwing up all mixtures of alcohol he consumed that night, you taking him back to your Apartment, since you didn’t knew where he lived. And taking care of him for a whole day, because of his hangover. You also remembered what kind of drunk he was, a clingy motherfucker, who’s a mixture of I wanna cuddle you and I want my dick balls-deep in you.  And you were sure you wouldn’t need that. 

“Changkyun! I have to finish that and meet Shownu.” There was the pout again. His eyes narrowed at your low excuse, he just wasn’t having it.

“Is Shownu really more important than your best table and drinking mate?”

“Shownu is my boss and also yours, I can’t tell him no.”

“Who you can’t tell no?” a sudden presence made itself clear, you recognized the voice and turned your head to the person behind you. Speaking of said man, Shownu in his whole glory, stood behind you.

“Oh well-”

“Y/N-ssi, can’t finish the task today and was just too scared to cancel your meeting.” you shot Changkyun a glare as the male interrupted you and got amused by your little struggle.

“Y/N-ssi, I don’t mind, you can talk to me. If you can’t finish it, it’s ok. We can arrange it on a different day.” Shownu placed his warm palm on your shoulder, as you couldn’t hold back a curse under your breath. Gladly it went unnoticed by your boss.

“No Shownu-”

“Y/N-ssi, Shownu-hyung said it’s fine. Don’t worry.” the amusement rose within Changkyun and watched your frustration taking over your features.

“I’ll leave you then, come to my office when you’re done. You don’t have to tell Minhyuk to let you in. My doors are always open for you.” Shownu send you a warm smile, a pat on your shoulder and left you alone with Changkyun.

As soon as Shownu left, Changkyun couldn’t hold back his devilish laughter. “Looks like you’re free tonight, Babygirl! I told you to cancel all your plan. We’re going hard tonight!” a heavy sigh left your chest. You loved Changkyun, but going out with him is too risky for your well being. At this moment you just wished you had a boyfriend to avoid him, but it wouldn’t stop Changkyun anyway.

You leaned back on your chair, in the corner of your eyes you saw Jooheon walking by. You needed an excuse, an really good excuse to not go out.

“Jooheon!” you shouted, catching the males attention. Jooheon got startled by your sudden outburst. Changkyuns features grew hard, as he understood your attempts. But his goal was to get you for tonight and Jooheon won’t be the reason for his plans to get to waste. He watched you jumping up from your chair and walking straight to the overly confused Jooheon.

“Don’t you wanted me to look after your cats? Hm? Should I pick them up or should I stay at your place?” your small arm framed Jooheons shoulder, pulling him close to your side.

“Ehm. Y/N-ssi, that was last week you already looked after them.” his eyes grew wide as he noticed how close you were.

“Ah right, I forgot- ” you laughed nervously, catching glances at Changkyun “Don’t you want to visit your parents again? I can look after them though.” your arm grew tighter around him and Jooheon became flustered, not understanding the whole situation.

“Actually not. Why are you asking? Did you fell in love with Yoshi and Gucci?” your eyes glared at him annoyed, as a sneaky grin grew over his lips.

“Hey Jooheon!” you both turned to Changkyun. “Wanna have a drink tonight?”

“Yes! You see? You can go out with Changkyun and I take care of Yoshi and Gucci, ok?” you slapped Jooheons back, in an attempt to convince him.

“What the hell? As if they can’t stay alone for one night.”

“Y/N-ssi, I didn’t mean on going alone with Jooheon. I’m just inviting him to hang out with us.” Changkyun stood now next to you and Jooheon.

“Oh you both planned on going out? Why do you ask to take care of my cats then?” Jooheon turned to you and saw your displeased face. 

“Yea Y/N, did you forget about our meet up?” Changkyun teasing voice, was like annoying elevator music in your ears. You shot him a glare, earning a chuckle from the male. Now all clicked in Jooheons head, your behavior made now sense to the male. His mouth shot slightly open, his head turned aside as he nodded it along. Jooheon knew what your problem was and was ready to add more fuel to your annoyed state. Why not help his best friend and tease the shit out of you.

“Changkyun, I’ll gladly accept your offer.” Jooheon nodded along his words and shot a smile towards you.

“So you guys shall plan your night, I’ll continue to work then ok?” you tried to sneak out and head to the restroom. But Changkyun caught your arm and pulled you back, to hinder your escape.

“No No Y/N-ssi~ Like I said, we three will hang out together.” You pulled your arm out of Changkyuns grip and tsked at his annoying grin. You said nothing and walked to the kitchen office. Both mens eyes followed your leaving figure, a smirk over both lips and an triumphed handshake, emphasizing their partnership in this crime.

You reached the kitchen, to make yourself some coffee. You needed to cool down.

“Why do I have to deal with them now?” you mumbled to yourself, as your coffee was getting ready.

“Do you mean Changkyun and Jooheon?” Your head snapped to the side as you got startled by the sudden voice.

“Hoseok~” you whined into the males side, you were glad he was next to you. Your forehead met the strong shoulder of your friend. Wonho laughed at your distressed state and patted your head. “They want to go out drinking again. Hoseok~ I can’t handle another night with Changkyun and now Jooheon is joining us. What should I do?” your forehead got replaced by your chin.

“Well, I can’t help you with that issue. I mean it’s Changkyun, he always gets what he wants and you know that.” Wonho prepared your coffee and made himself a cup too.

“I know...Can I get a hug? I need comfort.” you held your arms up, to signal your desire for his soft muscles. Wonho chuckled and pulled you in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness. He felt bad for liking it when you’re frustrated.

“Here you are!” your cuddle session got interrupted by the said man, Changkyun. You groaned as your arms separated themselves from the radiating warmth of Wonhos body.

“What do you want?”

“We have to discuss what food we’ll eat, you idiot.”

“Changkyun, I really don’t wanna go. I’d rather finish that task, talk to Shownu, go home, eat and sleep.” you took your cup of coffee and walked out of the office kitchen. Changkyun followed your steps and continued to annoy your remaining brain cells.

“Y/N-ssi, but I want to go get a drink with you. Y/N-ssi Noona~ Please go with me. Don’t you wanna go out with your cutest table mate? Honey-hyung wants to spend time with you too. Noona~ don’t ignore me juseyo~” Changkyun followed you throughout the whole day, annoying you with his aegyo voice. You ignored the male, but I wasn’t going to back down.. Changkyuns behavior amused the people around the office. By now, everyone knew what was going on between you and him. Until you walked into the kitchen a second time, this time both of you alone.

Kihyun concentrated on his task, he was glad that you and Changkyun have left. He grew annoyed by the Maknaes constant whining. Kihyun wanted to help you, but with Changkyun attached to your butt would have been his biggest struggle. Now, he was glad you both left and hoped you’ll do something about and talk some sense into the boy. Sadly, the peace in the office got destroyed as a loud crashing sound came from the, normally quite room. All heads looked towards the door of their shared kitchen. The whole floor grew quite, waiting for the next impact.

“Fuck.” It seemed like Jooheons word started a  snow avalanche as loud noises, screaming, smashing and other non-human noises came from the kitchen.

“Leave me alone! For fucks sake!” your voice was loud and clear through those walls.

“No, only if you stop making excuses and go to that damn barbecue place with me!” Changkyun tried to be louder than you to overpower your voice.

“But I don’t want to go Changkyun, I have to finish that damn task!”

“Fuck that task! Fuck Shownu! I want you to fucking go and get fucking wasted!”

“I’d rather fuck Shownu than go and take care of your drunk ass!” Minhyuk snorted loudly, he tried his best holding back his laughter.

“My drunk ass is more entertaining than that task!”

“Changkyun! Maybe for you, since you can glue to my ass the whole night. But I’m not having it!”

“For fucks sake Y/N! Do what I’m telling you and go fucking out with me!” After this sentence, a loud noise erupted like an earthquake and many more. You threw everything that landed between your fingertips at Changkyun. More shouting erupted between you both. Madness, filled the small space, no one dared to go inside and stop you two. Too scared for their own life and then, the door smashed opened revealing a frightened man walking backwards in defense.

“Yah, Y/N-ssi put that down. Ow!” you hit Changkyun repeatedly with the towel in your hand. As you both walked out of the kitchen, you took new items to throw at Changkyun. The man looked to the side, the bin with shredded paper, looking at him, telling him to throw that at you. So he did and ran away afterwards. The content hit your face, coating the floor with little snippets. As your vision was clear again, you ran after Changkyun around the office. Changkyun tried his best to keep the distance between you two, pulling chairs behind him. Hiding behind coworkers, throwing more paper in to you. Yea it did looked childish, but that was kinda normal, especially when Changkyun goes onto your nerves. Normally he’s your chillest male friend who makes you laugh. But today, he either way someone put something in his coffee that turned him into an annoying brat or you just needed sleep. 

You catched him after a two minute race and hit him multiple times. Changkyun tired to stop you, he wouldn’t hurt you and tried not to hit you. He found it quite amusing how he managed to make you go rampage on him. But when you hit a very sensitive spot, the grin on his face disappeared and was ready to go hard. But you got pulled apart before he could lift his arm.

Wonho pulled you away from Changkyun, stopping you from your outburst. And Changkyun got pulled away by Jooheon and Mihyuk, a startled look left on both your faces. Embarrassment creeped up in you and you could feel your cheeks heating up, coloring them in deep pink.

“I’m good.” Changkyun came back from confusion and pulled away from his friends.

“You both sure are a lot of trouble, look at the office.” Kihyun nagged at you two and pointed around the room, showing the mess you made. “Because of you, no one could concentrate and you both had nothing better to do then make this mess.”

Your head hung low out of embarrassment, Changkyun avoided the older ones eyes.

“Sorry.” you both said in unison. Kihyun nodded in response, as a sigh escaped his chest.

“What should we do about this mess now?” Jooheon questioned.

“Clean up. Both of you.” Shownu came into display, viewing the mess you both made. His voice was stern, but calm.

“But-”

“You made this mess together. I want you to clean up the mess and after you finished your shift, you both stay and do the work of Mrs Lee.”

“What?” Changkyun and you looked up to Shownu, disbelieved.

“I want you to take responsibility for this and get your punishment. I want to see you both tomorrow in my Office at 10.” Shownus gaze was strong and you felt small, but his eyes were more intense as they laid on you. You nodded and Shownu took it as a sign and left.

“You sure are a lot of trouble though.” stated Kihyun.

“Well Y/N-ssi you may have luck and Shownu-hyung and you will be alone so you can fuck him tomorrow.” Minhyuk laughed at his own joke, making the others snicker around him. More heat rushed to your cheeks and the redness becoming deeper. Your hands hid your face and Wonho hugged you from behind.

“I don’t wanna do this.” you whined as you squished the water out of the cloth in your hand. 

“We could have been eating grilled meet at your favorite place with some nice drinks. But no you needed to start a fucking riot and brought us to this situation.” Changkyun wasn’t amused about the punishment not even by your whining. He himself wanted to be somewhere else.

“How could I not? You’ve been annoying me the whole day even though I told I don’t wanted to.” you were mad and threw the wet cloth onto the table and looked to the man.

“But I wanted to spend some time with you.” Changkyun stopped sweeping the floor as he met your eyes.

“But why?” the same frustration from earlier came back as Changkyun seemed to not back down from his wish.

“I wanted you to relax and have some time off. You’ve been working on this task like a madman, as if your whole life depended on it. You looked extremely slim, I thought you haven’t been eating well. All I wanted was to treat you and loosen up a bit.” Changkyuns words filled your chest guilt. He fiddled with his fingers as his head hung low, avoiding your gaze. You thought you wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Changkyun. I’m sorry.” were the only words you could tell him in this moment.

“Don’t be, I should’ve made a different approach and not annoy you till the end. But I knew you wouldn’t give in and I thought this would be the only option.” your feet dragged you to Changkyun, your arms flew out and embraced the man. Your arms squeezed his shoulders, mumbling a “Thank you” into his shoulder. You pulled back after some time and looked into his eyes. You both smiled warmly.

“Still wanna go out and eat? My treat.” Your smile grew wider followed by a nod.

“But first let’s finish here.” Changkyun nodded and stepped out of your embrace, walking away from you.

“Not without some entertainment.” your friend walked up to Minhyuks desk turning on the speakers, turning them as high as possible. Loud music filled the room together with your laughter.

“May I have that dance.” Changkyun stretched his arm out for you. You reached out, lying your fingers gently into his palm. He pulled you along onto a free space in the room. As the song switched the son Riot by Hollywood Undead started to play. And your cleaning riot had started.

Your day finished with a warm meal, alcohol in your system and a spaced out Changkyun on your lap. 

What a day.

[meat-husband]

im the nsfw Bubba anon that just sent in and im dumb because I forgot to mention nsfw Bubba oral! Oops! I love your blog, thanks in advance and if not, that’s still okay :-)

I was going to do this as a second part to the thigh fucking post, but I liked it as it’s own thing better! So the other one will be a stand-alone :p

Breakfast had left a mess, jumbles of plates and half eaten food strewn over the rickety kitchen table, left behind for you to clean up. You did so with only minor grumbling, knowing that no one was around to hear you really complain. The men of the house were getting too used to having you pick up after them, you thought, stacking up dishes with a clatter. They were still a few decades behind everyone else when it came to most things, not least of all concerning how a household should be run. It didn’t help that cleaning was one of your most hated chores - you’d rather be out in the sun, sweating in the dirt than inside, sweeping the floor.

Heavy footsteps from the hall draw your attention, and you know that with the other two gone, Bubba is the only one home. You still felt a little bit of irritation, but you couldn’t really blame him for the chores you were dealt.

“Your brothers are pigs,” you start, hearing the kitchen door creak open, but remaining focused on your task. “Can you believe the mess they leave behind? I’m not their mother, you know.”

It’s a little bit of relief to have someone to vent to, at least, and you frown as you slide more uneaten food off a plate.

“All this food goin’ to waste, too, like we got money to spare for -”

A rush of cool air sweeps over your legs, and you let out a startled noise. You’re not completely aware of what has happened until you feel the skirt of your sundress, already a size too big and trailing the ground, thrown up over your back. You hurriedly brace yourself against the table, more out of instinct than anything else.

“Bubba!”

You scold him lightly, lurching forward and knocking into the table when he pushes at you. You reach for the hem of your dress, bunched up at your waist, but a forearm over the back of your shoulders presses you down, pinning your top half to the table. Cheek flat against the wood, you slap at it in protest, opening your mouth to scold him more harshly, but you don’t get a chance. A small gasp, breathless and quiet, is all you get out, the feeling of a big, warm hand squeezing the flesh of your ass silencing you. Surprised, your body jerks against his hand, the hard bulge of his cock brushing against the outside of your thigh. Your face is suddenly hot, and the thought of someone walking in and finding you like this puts a string of panic into your voice.

“Let me up,” you huff, squirming under his heavy arm. “I ain’t - oh!”

The hand sliding between your legs is more surprising than his disobedience, his other arm still keeping you pinned to the table as he pulls at the wet fabric covering you. Your legs snap together on reflex, but his hand is already there, cupping your mound and digging the heel of his palm into you. One thick finger slides underneath your panties, wiggling back and forth as he struggles to fit his hand between your clenched thighs. Panting, Bubba gives a few impatient tugs, moaning lowly above you. When he doesn’t manage to uncover you in the first few tries, he gives up, pulling his hand free and jerking you to the side. A sharp push of his hips against the curve of your ass jolts you into the table, rocking back and forth quickly.

You can feel the throbbing length of him even through his clothes, and judging by his eagerness to bend you over, it wasn’t going to be long before he came. You didn’t know what had gotten him so riled up in the short amount of time between breakfast and now, but his motions were desperate. The rough hands on you are a big change from his usual gentle touches, and he had never held you down before. Although you had gotten used to being the one ‘in charge’ between the two of you, the heat that burned between your legs now was making you wish that you hadn’t closed them over his hand. The frantic rutting made your stomach clench with every snap of his hips, but you weren’t going to be able to cum like this.

“Bubba,” you snap, voice more firm than before. “I’m serious now, let me up.”

He falters, slowing down as he thinks it over, trying to judge whether you really meant it or not. You push up against his arm, and it gives a little, letting you sit up on your elbows. Bubba peeks down at you, face flushed under the mask and sweat darkening his shirt, and he looks as if you’ve just told him off for doing something bad.

“Let me turn over, this table ain’t comfortable.”

He backs up, giving you enough space to stand up and face him, but still close enough that you’re stuck between him and the table. You look up at him, a little embarrassed by the hot flush you can feel darkening your cheeks.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, Bubba,” you complain, but the throbbing between your legs takes all the bite out of your words. He doesn’t look chastened at all despite your lecturing, grabbing at your hand to press it against the bulge in his pants. You let out a squeak, wondering what exactly had caused him to be so bold today.

“Oh, no,” you say, but you give him a rough squeeze anyways, ignoring the breathy whine you get in response. “I ain’t rewarding you for acting up!”

Bubba leans in, a flurry of kisses pressed to your cheeks and lips between high pitched noises of apology. He reaches up to pet your hair, patting your head and babbling into your ear, an edge of desperation in his voice as he mumbles. You’re not mad, and you have no intention to leave him so needy, but a slow smile comes to your face as you watch him.

“Bubba,” you interrupt, tugging up the skirt of your dress until you held the loose fabric in both hands. “It’s alright. Don’t worry, you’re gonna make it up to me, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly, watching you gather up your skirt, then going still when you pull the rest of the dress up and over your head. You drop it to the floor in a pile, and Bubba’s desperate whining picks up again, big hands landing on your waist and breast. A sharp tug to your nipple makes you hiss, but he soothes the sting with his thumb, rolling it over the peak of your flesh. His tongue flicks out over his teeth and lower lip, eyes following his hand as he palms your breast and squeezes, fingers digging into your side.

“Get down,” you command, gently covering his wandering hand with your own to get his attention. When he looks at you questioningly, head tilted to the side, you point down, motioning to the floor. “Down.”

It takes him only a second to catch on, and Bubba is more than eager to comply, dropping down to his knees heavily. He’s panting, tongue hanging over his lip and wetting his chin, looking up at you as if waiting for another command. You wiggle up and back, seating yourself on the edge of the table, and he follows, half crawling after you. Hot puffs of breath hit your skin, trailing over your thighs and hips as he leans forward, but you put a heel on his shoulder to stop him. Bubba looks up at you for a moment, a little whine building in the back of his throat at your denial.

“You stop when I say, alright?”

He’s quick to agree, nodding enthusiastically and gripping your thighs in preparation. You know he’ll do his best to obey, but he tended to get carried away when it came to this particular act, and you didn’t want to have to fight to get his mouth off of you when you became too sensitive.

Throwing the other leg onto his shoulder, you let him slide forward, his hands pulling your legs apart as far as they can go. A few token kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, but he doesn’t stop to tease you at all.

You’ve only just settled back on your elbows, looking down the slope of your torso at his eager expression, before his mouth is on you. A harsh suck against your clit is the first thing you feel, your whole body going tense and legs locking around the back of his neck. Mouth dropping open with a groan, you hear his own noises drowning yours out, muffled squeals and snorts that sound more like a pig being gutted than anything else. Reaching down, you grab a fistful of his hair, jutting your hips out and pulling him in, rocking against his mouth. Bubba lets out a shrill, pleased sound, pushing in more forcefully and straining to get closer. His mouth doesn’t leave the pink nub despite your bucking hips, lips suctioned over it and tongue lashing.

“Slow down!” You gasp, but he doesn’t, and you feel the building weight and tension in your abdomen suddenly close to tipping over. There’s too much of everything, the fingers digging into the flesh of your hip, the hot tongue that laps at your slick cunt, and you don’t want to cum so quickly, but it’s happening anyway. Your back goes stiff, legs tightening around his head, and the loud, wet noises from between your thighs only become louder as you twist and jerk against his face. His mouth doesn’t ease up at all, instead nuzzling deeper and squealing so loudly that the vibrations of his voice feel almost as good as his mouth.

You let yourself fall back, completely flat on the table, arms too weak to hold you up now. Bubba’s enthusiasm hadn’t faded at all despite your release, his thick tongue still wiggling between your legs. Each kiss he placed there was harsh and deep, turning into long, rough sucks against your clit, pulling away from your flesh with a wet pop. It was almost too much, but you let him continue, ready to start building up to the next orgasm immediately. Your chest heaved and sweat dampened your skin, but there was still the heavy pull low in your stomach that hadn’t been satisfied yet.

Legs trembling, you start up the rocking of your hips again, bucking up slowly. A hand reaches up, slapping at your sides and stomach as it searches, until his fingers firmly grip the soft weight of one breast. You arch into the clumsy touch, spine curving upwards, holding onto his wrist with one hand and tugging his hair with the other.

His fingers were rough, pulling and squeezing, and you yelp when you feel the probing digits of his other hand trying to find their way between your thighs. A thick finger finally pushes its way into you, slipping in between licks and pants, quickly followed by another. You’re already arched up, but you throw yourself towards him even more, the stretch of his fingers giving you a pleasant burn that only intensifies the heat in your belly.

The table wobbles underneath you, but this isn’t the first time you’ve had to make use of it in this way, so you’re sure it will hold up despite the creaking. You could honestly care less if the whole thing falls apart under you at this point.

“Almost!” You gasp out, but you can’t tell if he even hears you, your thighs pressed tightly to either side of his head.

Hand still buried into the hair of his mask, you feel Bubba straining to get closer, to push his face even deeper between your spread legs. You jerk upwards to meet him, sitting half upright to angle yourself better, grinding over his mouth. The muscles of your stomach and thighs clamp down, both of Bubba’s fingers fighting to move against the tight grip around them.

You’re on the edge for what feels like forever, getting more and more tense until your whole body aches with the pressure, before a heavy, shuddering weight slams into you. A loud wail slips out of you, unable to do anything more than push against his face with all the strength you have left, legs burning with the effort, thrashing against the table under you. Bubba doesn’t let up, lapping at your cunt faster now and burying his fingers as deep as they will go. Your muscles finally give out, legs dropping from his shoulders and chest heaving as you fight to catch your breath.

A hot wetness trails down your thighs in rivulets, mixing with the mess already there and quickly licked up as he slowly works his way away from your twitching, sensitive flesh. Bubba’s teeth are sharp against the meat of your thigh, pricking the skin until it stings and soothing it with a wet kiss. You want to praise him for that, for pulling away without having to be told, but you can only focus on breathing now, a numb, sluggish feeling washing over you.

“Love you.” You mutter, a limp hand reaching for him but failing halfway through the gesture. He snorts and squeals in delight, happy sounds that you know mean ‘I love you, too’.