#imagine youre stopping to help someone and they take one look at you and their face goes white and they immediately go 'what year is it'

[amiaclone]

You asked I’ll write! Gender neutral reader if you don’t mind

Tw: cursing I guess? Squid game in general should be considered a trigger over all the murdering lmaoo

*In ho sighed for the what? Fifteenth time? He’s been counting it’s what he’s trying to focus on the other thing is well……*

*When he decided to participate in these games again it was to prove Gi hun a point and mess with him a bit so he joined his “team” which well….. they happened to be in*

You were apart of it a strong person filled with determination in debt to a lot of money…..honestly in ho was shocked with how much debt you were in I mean you seemed like someone who’d make it far in live would rule against the poor like he used to be…

But you weren’t you were *trash*

You were lower lower class you were nothing…..

Yet why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He had a wife who he fell out of love with before he even met you…..swore he’d never fall in love again after distancing himself with his family and starting the games…..

But you just had to be lucky star didn’t you?

You were “kind” and not in a pushover kind of way just….kind like kind that would not take shit from people but would help others in need….and didn’t hide your opinions from others that deserved it….

It was disgusting but…..In a good way? He wanted you not in a possessive way but in a way type of wanting to care for you and you care for him-

*He shook those thoughts off ugh. Why now? He’s usually so calm and collected…..at first he wouldn’t lie he was hoping you’d die in one of the earlier games but now….he isn’t so sure. Gi hun already has plans to take the guns and fight back he had a plan problem was…..you were apart of the main plan

He probably had to kill you it’s probably a good thing but…now he isn’t so sure he’s gotten along with you great and he has a tiny bit of hope that you even like him back so for you to find out he runs these games….he can’t risk it

You’ll find out anyway but he doesn’t wanna face you to your face he atleast wants to hide behind a mask atleast imagining what you’d say…..

Currently he’s trying to convince himself that these feelings aren’t real……maybe it’s just attraction? Of course you’re really good looking maybe it’s that!

“Uh In ho?”

*He turns around that voice dreaded him more then anything the voice he was ready to hear-*

“Are you okay In ho?”

It was Gi hun

*He unfortunately realised that after breaking out of his rare trance he blinked for a few seconds then nodded*

“What is it?”

*Gi hun shrugged* “Nothing you seemed out of it….” *In ho stared at the ground trying to seem calm but spoke in a bitter tone* “I’m fine…” *He let his eyes wander to you who was talking to he thinks Junhee the pregnant lady? Gi hun noticed and raised an eyebrow* “Maybe Y/n will cheer you up…..Hey y/n!”

*You raised an eyebrow nodding at Junhee before walking away up to the two men.*

“You guys need something?” *In ho sighed he’s been trying to avoid hearing your voice….and you in general.* “In ho seems nervous I thought you’d be better at calming him down…*

*As Gi hun left you leaned your back on the bars of the bed he was sitting on….he couldn’t even look at you.*

“So. What is it?” *You asked he didn’t look at you but he could tell you seemed concerned*

“……” “In ho?” “…….If somebody did something almost unforgivable in any way…..what would you do?” “……What?” *You were confused rightfully you knew he was like this but for the way he got was so….* “Just answer the question…..please.” “Well if we were close I’d….wanna know why. Depending on what they did it’s…..hard to say hey are you saying this cause you’re worried or something i understand i am too but…..don’t focus on the negative so much you know?” *As usual kind…..how could such a good human like you be in these games yet he knew…..He is the front man after all he decided to atleast “ask you” and bond maybe a bit before he has to let you go….*

“Yeah you’re right as logical as ever so why are……you in debt if you don’t mind answering?”

*He felt you rise up you stared squinting your eyes then smiling* “Damn didn’t expect anyone to ask me that….don’t think it’s important.”

*Oh he knows what it is why wouldn’t he a petty part of him felt betrayed some what you weren’t gonna tell him after how close you’ve gotten but he decided to keep his cool.*

“You don’t have to tell you i just asked since we might be leaving this place or if neither of us..make it.” *You groaned* “The pessimism again In ho? Jeez you could…..I’ll tell you though cause you do have a point.”

“Well i used to be pretty rich and well-“ *As you went into your story he already knew it but continued to listen you were rich worked in a high payed business workplace but like most work places favouritism is common. Which unfortunately lead to your downfall.* “Anyways one day I found out i was being underpayed a lot of money so I complained this and that and i got a warning complained again then got fired…..It was hard to find a job i didn’t pay the bills for a lot of things debt grew bigger and bigger then a man asked me to play a game one day and well…..here i am.” *Ah yes In ho nodded at your story he knew it all he was the person who called for you to be in the game….you were a wonderful person honestly what was he thinking you were too good for a game like this is something he of all people would never think he would say.* “Im sorry you don’t deserve to be here after all it’s not your fault you’re in debt…” *You shook your head* “Eh I didn’t have a good of a college degree anyway maybe if I studied more in college I wouldn’t be here but eh atleast i got to meet you?” *In ho sighed and he didn’t want to or realise it but he couldn’t help but let a small smile rise genuinely.* “I suppose it’s…..mutual.”

*You sighed smiling* “I can’t wait for tomorrow we’ll finally *maybe* get out of here right?” *He felt his heart stop for a second oh yeah…..that*

*He awkwardly cleared his throat* “Oh yeah I suppose this game will….end and we’ll probably never see each other again” *You snorted* “We can still talk, we can meet up together and talk and stuff it’s not like we need to forget each other…”

*”That’s right” In ho thought he needed to forget you maybe these feelings would go away….but the the thoughts came he didn’t want to but…..”I killed my brother damn it! I can do this I’ve talked to them for only a few days this is…”*

“In ho??” *He stared up at you instinctively like an animal almost he stopped himself and regained his composure.* “Jeez you seem tense maybe get some rest…” “No im…..just thinking….about all the bad decisions…..humans can make.” *You hmmd* “I suppose so humans can be evil if given the chance with such power.” *In ho nodded* “Have you ever thought of doing something regrettable?” *In ho wasn’t sure why he was asking these…..questions but maybe it was to see the inhuman side of them to make him disgusted in you? Maybe that’ll work.* “Well I’ll admit yeah…..I got bullied and when I found out there father had cancer i wanted to well bring it up tear them down….i think i was about 14.” *You didn’t seem shameful you seemed to regret it but not shamed it only made In ho admire you more as he hated it.* “So why didn’t you do anything?” *You laughed a bit* “I would of if it wasn’t for me asking my mom and telling her like i was about to do the best thing she got mad scolded me and told me a different way a better way to handle bullying……and I’ve used that advice since.”

*He quirked an eyebrow what would it be that he hasn’t heard ignore them stand up for yourself be the the bigger person?*

“Be better than them…..because bullies are the weakest of the weakest in society strategy they don’t want you knowing is you finding out you’re better then them.” *He knows that advice he’s never thought much of it but hearing it from you automatically makes him wanna know more…* “Well then your mom raised such a lovely person….you should be proud.” *You scoffed laughing a bit* “I made a lot of mistakes that i can’t even say thought of some weird stuff im glad i didn’t say or do anyways……yeah. We’re human everyone has made one bad mistake you’ll dwell on for the rest of your life my advice is well…..did you regret it?”

*In ho sighed smiling* “Thanks for the advice I’ll rest for a bit” *You got up smiling and leaving that’s it.* “Y/n you’ll always be in my memory….” *In ho didn’t know what to do with them maybe ask them to join him? No! That would be so idiotic they’d never agree….try to make them understand? Maybe let them go? Why doesn’t he want that…..he then smiled.* “I can’t wait for tomorrow y/n you’re so unpredictable maybe you could stay with me…..”

Anddddd a cliffhanger sorry if this is ooc i was halfasleep writing this 😭

[writingwordsgayly]

if you had told me when I leveled buildings I'd be living in a small village helping rebuild after a calamity I would have killed you, but once I opened my eyes I had to start fresh, no more fearful glances, just Jim behind the bar sliding my drinks to me while I shit talk the dart game going on to my left, they try to pull me into playing, but I'd rather keep competition out of my life, I've chosen the slow life and I will be sticking with it, besides, I'd hate to bruise there egos, because my biggest trick was throwing knives once upon a time. the bell jingles as a group walks in the sound of their laughter fills the air, I glance up, expecting one of the other builders to join me, but my blood runs cold as see him, the one who foiled so many plans, the one who believes me to be dead, he had no part in my retirement, in fact I had already taken him down for my monologue when it all changed, trailing behind him is his party, the warlock sees me first and does her best to draw attention from my side of the bar, she witnessed my shift, played a part of it even, I stand up to shuffle out the back when the party is drawn into the warlocks story, but the dart players can't take a hint and get louder thinking I'll be joining them, I dodge tables as I run for the door, but I hear many foot steps following me, I do not look back, Jim calls out that I better pay my tab later and I throw a few coins over my shoulder, just incase in unable to pay once they catch me.

fresh night air hits my face but I dare not stop, the sounds of the heroes follow me as I run where none in the town will overhear what's to come, I dodge a few crossbow bolts, I bless the empty roads as I make it home, still faster then the team that swore to end me. I turn at my door, ready to accept what is to come, the warlock is first, looking terrified, you see we had the same patron, that is what shifted my perspective, I notice her emblem first, the foe of that patron, gorturth who had offered me freedom of what my patron had twisted me to become, he had manufactured my life to for his narrative, to be the God of a champion, gorturth offered me wisdom,and a quiet place to think, and reflect on what would follow the truth, I see the warlock paladin also turned to her.she smiles slightly seeing my symbol of the same god once again, her friends gather in the clearing, weapons drawn and spells ready, I hold empty hands to the sky, accepting my karma, but a loud shout echos around us, the woodcutter stands in front of me axe in hand

"why are heros menacing a charity worker?" he starts,calmly he was the first to meet the new me, he saw the scars and fear, the brokenness of a fractured truth. the heroes start talking over each other, but he points at the paladin and they quiet down.

"I reckon you have a good head about you" she starts stuttering as she tries to figure out how to explain our mutual betrayal.

"hoath manufactured him into being a villain, he shaped him to be as he was, I was never a true paladin just a misguided warlock..." she quiets down, looking at unimpressed faces. "he saved you!" she points at the head hero, telling a truth I never would have, he pulls the arrow back, aiming it straight at my heart.

"how dare you mind control susan you fiend! I bet you have this whole town under your control. you will never change, once a villain always a villain" he shouts, the party goes quiet as he looses the arrow at me, ignoring the civilian standing in front of me, luckily always quicker then the hero's I push him out of the way, the arrow meets its mark, in my shoulder, never one to go for a kill shot, the cleric is the next to speak

"stop! he would have never tried to protect someone, will you just listen you? he can't escape and he's not fighting back!"

I swallow and begin to speak, the truths tumbel out, the woodcutter takes my hand halfway through,to stabilize me as I speak until I am hoarse, never one for many words, the shortest monologues imaginable is how I worked, I tell them of being abandoned and taught how to to kill, rewarded for it, and how we realized on that night it was all a gods plot, incentive to build fancier temples.

the party stands quiet, as do we all, no clue what follows the truth, the cleric walks towards me slowly, my husband goes to stand in front of me again but he understands these are my consequences to face, the cleric meets my eyes, her eyes are searching, trying to find my hidden motive, see my eyes darting to the clue that will give her the edge, but her eyes soften after a minute, glancing between me an my love, he knows the truth, it's one of the first things I shared once I Decided my new start would be here. she begins to pull the arrow out of my shoulder, and heals it with her magic, my husband invites them in, it seems his secret motive is to gush about my kind Deeds to embarrass me.

You, the villain, faked your death and started over years ago. But you never expected the hero to stumble into your new favorite bar, laughing with their friends.

[unriding]

PROTECTING YOU FROM A CREEP. ft. endo & togame (separate)

in which a persistent pursuer doesn’t quite get the hint … that is, until they come face to face with your boyfriend. potential warning for implied stalking ( not by the characters ). f!reader.

sfw. similar to headcanons from my previous blog, but is not a repost!

As if any unwarranted looks your direction could ever go unnoticed by Endo.

He’s pegged you as the type of person to be much too trusting of everyone you come across since day one, now even more so from the way you didn’t even bother to question the reason behind why Endo would suddenly want to pick you up from work (though.. had he known that your shifts were adjusted to wrap up at 11 PM, he certainly would have started doing so much, much earlier).

He decides to wait just outside the back entrance of your building, clock on his phone reading 10:58 PM. It doesn’t take him long to note that the street lights in this specific lot are dim, and the area itself is practically empty. Nothing out of the ordinary considering the time, but it’s definitely not the ideal place he would like for you to be walking alone in the middle of the night.

It’s not like Endo himself is immune to your cute face or your endearing personality either, but — everything about this just rubs him the wrong way.

That stranger that only visits your work when he knows you’re working. According to your coworkers, he’s got his hands on your full schedule for the month. How that would even be possible is beyond him, your coworkers, and your own comprehension. Apparently nobody had told him your hours, but in the end, he got the information from somewhere.

He thinks this has been going on for much longer than you’ve let on.

A sudden set of footsteps catches his attention, though they’re not as heavy as he imagined they would be. The new moon tonight makes it difficult for Endo to see clearly, but from what he’s able to make out — he’s smaller than him, at least.

Not that he would have a hard time with someone who happened to outsize him.

He almost says something. He certainly would have, without a doubt, but you’ve always had a thing or two to say about him ‘starting unnecessary fights.’

So he waits. He waits and watches as the man in the hood looks as if he’s about to open his mouth to say something, but changes his mind upon noticing Endo beside the door.

Specifically, the infamous infinity on his neck. The tattoo that anyone in Makochi could recognize in a single glance — one that spells death for whoever is foolish enough to bother him, let alone his girl.

The man freezes in place. The new boyfriend you’ve been talking about was him?

Perhaps Endo’s reputation as one of the strongest still stands even years after high school has passed — especially now, with the way the stranger stares at him, completely dumbstruck.

Something bordering sadistic in Endo bubbles inside his chest. He can’t help it — not when he knows that had he not decided to come to pick you up, you would have been alone with him by now.

And now that he’s seen him up close, he doesn’t like him one bit.

“Ah, here to pick her up?” Endo cocks his head to the side. “That’d be my job, don’t you think?”

“W-Who?” He stammers, eyes narrowing into his best attempt at a glare despite the tremble of his lip. “I don’t know anyone here, man.”

He almost laughs. “Well, don’t leave so soon,” he makes his way towards him, circles him like a wolf stalks his next prey.

“What’re you doing lurking at her work place like this?” Endo stops when he’s just beside him, ‘Frank’ only a couple inches from him now, “ya little punk?”

“I’m here for the trash. I can come back tomorrow—”

“Really now..” Endo leans in, almost laughing when he retreats backwards. “Because I thought you looked awfully familiar. You’re not that guy who got a hold of my girl’s work schedule, did ya?”

His eyes go wide. “N..n—”

“Cuz a nice girl like that’s already got a boyfriend,” he checks his watch, bored. 11:01. You’d probably be double checking your things by now. “Ah.”

“Unless you’d like for her to see you passed out on the floor, of course. We could arrange that.”

“Wouldn’t you like that, you mutt?”

You really, really should have taken up Togame’s offer to pick you up.

He’s always laughed at your glare, much to your annoyance. Presses a fingertip to the skin between your brows with an amused grin, reminding that you that “such a harsh look only looks cute when it’s you, y’know.”

Only, he’s nowhere in sight and this time, you truly hope your glare doesn’t come across as cute. Your back roughly bumps into the wall with your last step away from your pursuer, hand flying up to flash your phone’s messages his way — “my favorite turtle” clear across the top of the screen.

“My boyfriend’s really big and scary, just so you know,” your voice falters, panic flashing across your eyes for a moment. “And he’s on his way. I told him all about you.”

He smiles, and a chill runs down your spine.

“Did you now? Well, he doesn’t know you like I do,” he sneers, slowly moving to close the distance between the two of you. “I could treat you better. You know I could. Just give me another chance, and I’ll prove it.”

You shake your head as hard as you can. “I said you aren’t my type,” your voice comes out quieter this time, hoping the volume masks at least some of the fear, “a lot of times. And I have a boyfriend.”

It doesn’t faze him. If anything, you think he looks amused by your efforts to turn him down.

“Did you think I didn’t know that, silly girl?” He’s closer now, enough to stretch his hand out and nearly reach you, “I really, really like girls like you. I don’t care… about your little boyfriend….”

Your eyes slam shut, back pressed against the wall and your hands hugging your purse to your chest — tightly, as if something so small could still potentially shield you from him. “Well he’s gonna b-be here, so—”

Togame. Where is Togame? Your heart pounds a thousand beats a second, eyes clenched shut harder than ever before, and you wait—

But his hand never reaches you.

There’s only a brief noise of surprise from your pursuer before it turns into something resembling pain, and your eyes flutter open.

“Jo..!”

You quickly note the faint trace of sweat along his temples, as if he had frantically searched every corner of the town before finding you. It doesn’t take you much longer to note the furrow of his brows next — the way he always does when he’s angry.

“Got yourself in a real interesting situation while I was on my way, did you now?” Togame’s grip tightens on his wrist, and he winces. His eyes flicker towards you, taking a second to make sure you’re not hurt.

He sighs in relief when you appear unharmed — aside from the slight tremble of your hands, of course, but no visible injuries. Lucky for him, he thinks, or he would have had to ask you to leave the scene.

Which leaves one thing.

“Hey… you,” the look in his eyes darkens, “what do you think you’re doing bothering her like that?”

“Cornering her against the wall …. and what was that? Tell me….” Togame lets go of his wrist, only to grab a fistful of his shirt. “Exactly what you were planning to do while I was away.”

[arvlelt]

pretty mechanic.

pairing - vi x fem!reader

cw - reader's attractiveness makes vi nervy, reader is a smarty pants duh, for the sake of the plot vi doesn’t like cait, fluff, teasing, etc. lmk if i missed anything.

request - For Vi, something with a fem reader, who she meets through Ekko. Reader is apart of the Firelights, a mechanic or a healer, and she's getting parts and Vi just spots her rummaging through old stuff that she's intent on using to fix a hover board, and gets all tongue tied because she was expecting some scrawny pack rat kid, not a pretty woman

w.count - 1.1k+

a/n - kinda short did w what i could, also it's not letting me tag the person that requested this so if you see this, this ones for you gang<3 not proofread

"this better not be a waste of our time," grumbled a pretty grumpy violet who was following ekko with caitlyn not too far behind.

they were on their way to maybe find some clues about powder before ekko insisted that they make a pit stop to fix his board.

ekko scoffed, "if you want my help, i'm going to need my board. which needs fixing. so i need to go to our mechanic, genius."

vi smirked, "what, you can't fix it yourself, big guy? need a lil 'ol mechanic to fix it?" her tone was teasing as ekko didn't reply.

vi thought that was the end of that and that her point was proven right at his silence.

so you could imagine her shock when she see's not a scrawny little nerd, but in fact a very pretty and fit woman.

vi felt her cheeks warming up as she eyed the woman bent over, rummaging through boxes of whatever you were looking for, vi wasn’t as fixated on that — and more on the woman in her eye frame.

she couldn’t help her wandering eyes as they examined your curves, taking in all of your body that she didn’t even seem to notice ekko and caitlyn watching her watch you.

she took in your complete outfit, short shorts that showed just enough but not a lot of your ass, fishnets underneath with a few layered t-shirts you had laying around that made you look so good.

vi seemed to sense a presence behind her she turned around with a slightly flustered expression, “who, uhm— who’s that?” she whispered. ekko couldn’t stop the shit eating from he had.

you seemed to hear the commotion as you looked over your shoulder for a quick sec, not giving much attention to the newcomers, before going back to your little invention you were working on.

“what happened now, ekko?” he could hear the desperation in your voice as ekko had quite a habit of damaging his board after coming back from raids, which would make you pause whatever you were working on.

ekko moved past vi, caitlyn straying behind him, and walked into your work space, taking a comfortable seat on your desk next to you, "this is our mechanic, y/n! she can typically fix anything aaanddd, she's a huge help around here."

you scoffed at his praise, wiping the sweat off your brow as you turned around and vi fully saw your face.

she swore she could've fallen on her knees right then and there. you were down right gorgeous. and not just that, you for sure had to have brains. it certainly doesn't take the average person to know what they're doing with being a mechanic and fixing equipment.

vi couldn't help the words spilling out her mouth, as she suddenly felt flustered, "she's your mechanic?" sounding a little more loud than she intended to.

caitlyn was quite amused, not quite used to seeing big bad vi so tongue-tied over someone. and it's not like she could blame her.

you tried not to take offense to her little comment but your face betrayed you as you responded, "and what's that supposed to mean?" you had a bit of an attitude as you reached over and grabbed a rag, cleaning your hands of the grease.

vi could understand why, it's not like everyone in the undercity was as accepting of women doing 'man jobs'.

she winced at how she might've sounded, hands coming up in defense and immediately was fumbling over her words, "that's- that's not what i was implying-! you're.. you're just so.." she trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward under your gaze. you were looking at her with a raised brow, waiting for her to finish.

well it's not like she was implying a bad thing, you were just so pretty. and she could never imagine a pretty dainty thing like you getting your hands dirty, and honestly, she found it so hot.

"i'm soo..?"

oh vi was gonna piss herself at the tone of your voice.

ekko cleared his throat in attempt to save vi, "anways! we're here because i once again busted my board. you guessed it. so if you would be so kind," you scoffed and let go of whatever vi was trying to say and looked over at ekko, who was handing you his board.

vi swallowed hard and she could feel sweat forming on her forehead as she watched you two chatting, caitlyn grabbing her attention as she came next to her, "what's got you so.. not.. you...?" she questioned her but she knew very well what the reason was.

she was trying to tease her, honestly.

vi scoffed, rolling her eyes a bit at her question, "oh, please, you know exactly why," she walked out your workspace with caitlyn trailing behind her.

as they walked out you gave a slight glance at where they walked out before looking back at ekko, "who's that pink-haired chick? she got a problem?" you tilted your head as ekko let out a slight chuckle.

"oh, her only issue would be that you weren't trying to get at her," ekko let out a little laugh as your face dropped in shock.

well that's not what you were expecting. it's not everyday that a woman finds interest in you.

and honestly, it kind of intrigued you.

vi and caitlyn came back in, and once again vi couldn't find the will to speak in your presence. you looked at violet, this time taking a good look at her which seemed to make her blush as she felt her cheeks warming up under your gaze as you eyed her up and down.

"can i help you with something else?" your tone was kinder and more inviting as you could feel the nerves basically rolling off of vi.

vi looking to the side at caitlyn before looking back at you, "uh, just wanna know if you guys are done. we need to, uh, head out soon."

you hummed, looking at ekko and signaling for him to borrow your board, "well if it's urgent, ekko can use mine while i fix his," ekko took the courtesy of walking out, caitlyn as well.

which finally left you two alone for a split sec before the nerves got to vi again and she turned on her heel, ready to run for it.

"i didn't catch your name?" vi was going to faint, good lord.

there was no way such a pretty girl was asking for her name.

she turned over her shoulder, giving a shy smile, "violet, vi for short."

you hummed slightly in response and she watched as you moved along your workspace, grabbing ekko's board and placing it on your work desk, "well, vi, you should come by some time. let me get to know you," your back was turned to her as you started working on the disaster in front of you.

vi was going to explode. she couldn't help the little hops of victory she did quietly behind you before replying calmly.

"yeah for sure, that sounds nice."

[miaukyuu]

just imagining being in a kpop group, you're that more quiet member, prefering to be in your own and not liking to be the center of attentions at all, it's kinda ironic that you're in a kpop group and doesn't like much attention, but you are there because you love music!

as any other kpop group, you and your members change hair colors to each era, or atleast change for the most important ones. but you don't really like this idea, not wanting to ruin your perfect hair, but your company always insisted on that, so after so much begging, you finally gave in. but it wasn't a big change, you just dyed a small racoon tail at the back of your hair, and after that day, you decided to paint your hair black, because it was harder to take off, so your company had no choice but leave you alone.

one of the group members, Shin Jungwoo, was also your best """friend""", or that was atleast what you called him, because anyone could see the stupid tension between you two and the way you looked at each other. but anyways! he was the complete opposite of you, he loved to be the center of attention, no doubt of why he was the center of the group, always talking a lot at the interviews, wearing eye-catching clothes, and obviously, dying his hair a lot. like seriously, a lot. he loved pastel colors, yellow, blue, purple, and his current one, pink. you two were in totally opposite sides of the color spectrum, and that made you a really good ""duo""!

obviously, with that, the ships would start, matching your doubtful relationship with the golden retriever and black cat dinamic.

jungwoo was always seeing what the fandom posted about him, passing hours on twitter just searching his name. so imagine how angry he was when he saw the fanfics of you two, not because he didn't liked the ship, but because you were always the top! seriously? just because he had pink hair he had to be the bottom? he got really annoyed with that, and got decided that he would prove them wrong.

first, it started simply, pushing you in his lap while they were recording the vlogs, talking about how small you were on his side, or even about the way that you got scared easily with anything and he had to protect you! he did that for some months, but it didn't seem to change anything, making him even more annoyed. you, noticing that he was acting weird, quickly went to ask him if it was everything okay.

— I know that everyone is stressed with the comeback and our schedule, but in the last weeks you seem more than you ever were, are you okay? — you asked him worried, you were best friends, so he could count with you to help him with anything, nobody should pass for stressfull things alone, without saying nothing!

— well, i can't lie right? there were some things that I read of me, of us, that just made me really annoyed... — he said looking at you with serious expression, his eyes staring without a flinch...

— you already know that you don't need to pay attention of what they say, focus on the good things! there are a lot of fans that love you and your work. — you said trying to cheer him.

a smirk appeared at jungwoo's face, and in a blink, you were laying down on the bed while he was on top of you.

— oh, you're right! I don't need to mind of what they say if I know it's not true. but at the same time I just can't stop thinking of what they wrote, can you believe they made a fanfiction of us and made me as the bottom?! this is inadmissible! do you think I look like a bottom?

— uh?... — you felt like a mess, at the same time that you were flustered by the position, you were also really confused, what the fuck he was saying?

— right! it doesn't make any sense, they just say that because they never saw you moaning while you're having a wet dream with me! — he said and immediatly attacked your lips, a desperate kiss.

after that, it was just water down for you. poor your members that had to hear the moans of someone who was being used as jungwoo's stress relief.

notes: I'm really sorry that I specified the reader's hair color, but it was necessary for my text construction lol.

Not revised! Also sorry for any errors english is not my first language!!

[marvelousels]

GO AWAY!

authors note — okay so uhm in this exact scene i wanted to JUMP caitlyn even though shes my fav wifey but no one can hurt my baby vi

pairings — vi x fem!reader

call out my name — the weeknd playing!

The undercity was eerily quiet as you navigated its winding paths, the dim, flickering lights casting long shadows on the crumbling walls. You had no particular destination, just letting your feet guide you, the oppressive weight of the place a strange comfort. Then, as you passed an old vent manhole, you froze.

Soft, muffled crying echoed up from the depths below. It wasn’t the usual distant wails or drunken murmurs you’d grown accustomed to down here—it was raw, close, and unmistakably human. Concern flared in your chest. A child, maybe? Someone injured? Without hesitation, you gripped the rusted ladder and began your descent.

The metallic rungs were slick with grime, and the air grew heavier as you climbed down, the faint sound of sobs growing louder with each step. When you reached the bottom, your eyes adjusted to the dim glow of a faintly flickering bulb. That’s when you saw her.

She was slumped against the wall, her head bowed low, shoulders trembling as she cradled her side. A woman in an enforcer uniform, but it was far from pristine—scuffed, torn, and stained with what you hoped wasn’t blood. Her face was partially obscured by a curtain of pink hair, but the distinct tattoo on her cheek, spelling out "Vi," was unmistakable.

Behind her, a pair of massive gauntlets lay discarded on the floor, their usually imposing presence diminished in the stark vulnerability of the scene. She looked up when she heard your boots scrape against the ground, her bloodshot eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the weight of her grief hanging thick in the air between you.

“Go away,” she said, her voice rough and cracked. She hastily wiped at her tear-streaked face, trying—and failing—to pull her tough persona back into place. “I don’t want your sympathy.”

Her words were sharp, but the tremor in her tone betrayed her. You hesitated, taking in the way she clutched her side and the exhaustion etched into every line of her face. This wasn’t just physical pain; she was unraveling, and she didn’t want anyone to see it.

“I’m not here to pity you,” you said softly, keeping your voice steady but gentle. “But you’re hurt. Let me help.”

“I don’t need help,” Vi snapped, though her voice faltered. She averted her gaze, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Just leave me alone. I don’t need anyone.”

You took a cautious step closer, your movements slow and deliberate. “That’s a load of crap,” you said, your tone firm but not unkind. “You’re bleeding, crying, and sitting in a vent in the middle of the Undercity. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’ve got it all under control.’”

Her eyes flicked back to you, narrowed and defensive, but she didn’t lash out. Instead, she sagged back against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. “I didn’t ask you to come down here,” she muttered, the fight in her voice dimming.

“You didn’t have to.” You crouched a few feet away, giving her space but showing you weren’t going anywhere. “I heard you crying. I thought it was a kid who fell down here. Imagine my surprise when I found you.”

That earned the faintest twitch of her lips, a ghost of a reaction that disappeared as quickly as it came.

“It’s not like you can fix it,” she said after a long silence, her voice quieter now. “What’s done is done.”

“Maybe I can’t,” you admitted, tilting your head slightly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone.”

Her breath hitched at that, and she glanced away again, as if looking at you was too much to bear. You could see the walls she was trying to keep up cracking, the weight of whatever she was carrying threatening to crush her.

“Caitlyn hit me,” she said abruptly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Her voice was thick with emotion. “She… she kissed me, and then she hit me. The one person I thought… the one person I still had…” Her voice broke, and she clenched her jaw, furious at herself for letting it out.

You didn’t rush to respond, letting the moment sit. Sometimes, people didn’t need answers—they just needed to be heard.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. It wasn’t much, but it was honest.

Vi let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well. Sorry doesn’t fix a damn thing, does it?”

“No, but it’s a start,” you said, your gaze steady. “And so is this. Talking. Letting someone in, even if it’s just for a little while.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her eyes flicking between you and the gauntlets behind her. Finally, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping as if the fight had finally left her.

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” she muttered, her voice tinged with reluctant gratitude.

“Maybe,” you said with a small smile. “But I think you could use a little stubbornness in your corner right now.”

Vi didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t a victory, not really, but it was enough. For now, she let you stay, and that was a start.

[minheelovelee]

hii who do you think in zb1 (legal line ofc) is into corruption kink? do you think all of them would be into it? 😵‍💫 thanks xx

zb1 + corruption

thanks for requesting nonie!!! this is just gonna be some thoughts that came to mind when i thought of each member and a corruption kink. 🤔🤔 enjoy!

jiwoong

there isn’t a better example of someone with a corruption kink. he’s so much more experienced than you could ever dream to be. he qualified to touch you. you’re hardly even qualified to touch yourself. at least that’s what he whispers in your ear as he finishes you off on his fingers. he compares your hand sizes, asking which one you think would feel better. he’ll press a wet kiss to your cheek when you give him the answer he wants.

woongie who asks you to come to him when you get that special feeling in your tummy. he wants to be a reliable figure for you. but more than that, he wants to see you in ways no one has before. so he offers to teach you about pleasure. it’s the only way he can get what he wants without scaring you off. is it selfish? maybe. but is it mutually beneficial? absolutely.

hao

he very much gives me “rival who finds out you’re a virgin” vibes. you two have always clashed, but he can’t deny that he’s attracted to your bold personality. when one-too-many drinks turns into confessions of purity, he can’t help but be shocked.

he takes you then and there. not all the way- but far enough to have you fall apart on his tongue. far enough to bring you to tears. far enough to get the upper hand. when you’re coming down from your final high, he’ll tell you what he wants. keep meeting him like this, or pay the price. let everyone find out about your uncomfortable secret, with a phone camera quality video to drive the point home. he’ll leave you with your pants around you ankles and a deep feeling in your stomach. much like the one he made you feel mere minutes ago.

hanbin

he would be so so sweet. it’s hard to imagine him doing anything inherently negative. he’s not your boyfriend, yet. but he’s sure going to try to be. he’s just an upperclassman who you worked with for a project. he was sure surprised when you touched his thigh and asked him to kiss you.

when you saw his hard-on and asked if you did that to him, he almost died. replying sweetly with “yes, darling. did you want to see it?”. watching you nod “yes” sent him to the moon. a clearly inexperienced and barely pleasurable hand job was more than enough for him. he came anyway, as he watched you lose your breath from the new activity. his chest swelled with pride when you asked to touch him during your next working session. and the next. until he was making plans with you on a whim, not even bothering to bring his school work. you were getting so much better and much more confident. he couldn’t wait to teach you everything he knew.

matt

childhood best friend kind of deal. the tension between you has been thick for a handful of years. you listen to him jerk off in the bathroom and he watches you rub your thighs together when watching spicy movie scenes. he reads your texts to your boyfriend over your shoulder and you beg him to stay with you instead of leaving to see another girl. he always listens to you in the end.

one day, it just snaps. there’s nothing spectacular to push you to that moment. it’s just happens. you look at each other, then you kiss. then you touch. then you roll around. and suddenly, your shirts are off. you stop him with a hand in his chest. “matty, i’ve never done this before.” you’ve had more boyfriends than he can remember, how have you never done this? “you’re telling me this pussy has never been used before?” he asks, bluntly. you can’t help but laugh as you nod. “holy shit, baby. i’m gonna give it to you so good.” so you let him. he loves the shocked look on your face every time you find out a little more about who he truly is.

tae

you were just supposed to watch a new movie tonight. you were not meant to be touching yourself in front of taerae, on his bed. but somehow, you are. the movie had multiple scenes feature the female lead, bringing herself to a climax with screaming moans. you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh at the acting. he nudges you with his head. “what? you think this is a comedy?” you stop. “it’s ridiculous. surely it can’t feel that good.” he scoffs. “well then you might be doing it wrong, little miss.”

and he leaves it at that. until the end of the movie. he grabs you wrist. “do you want me to show you how to do it. how to really make yourself cum?” and something in you made you say yes. maybe it was his smile. or a yearning within for true pleasure. he laughed when he saw you touch yourself. quickly, he guided your hands and taught you how to build up, and come down. as you lay in bed, breathless, he asks you one more question. “want me to show you how i would make you cum?”

ricky

he agreed to wait until marriage. you both did. he wears the famed ring on a chain around his neck to prove it. the ring loses its meaning as he loses his composure. you notice him growing more distant and increasingly agitated. when confronted, he breaks. “i can’t even look at you without getting hard anymore. it’s fucking ridiculous. i- i don’t even know what happened to me.”

there’s a pause. he freezes as you wordlessly reach around his neck. the light weight falls into your hand and into your pocket. he nearly faints as you shimmy the silver ring off of your right hand, slipping it into the same pocket. “baby, i-” he’s cut off when your lips touch his. he lets you kiss him while his hands stay occupied. he’s dreamt about this moment for weeks, imagining where he would touch first and what it might feel like. he finds that he was completely wrong, nothing compares to the feelings he experienced that night. and every night after that for a week and a half. he feels himself getting addicted to you and wonders if this is the very reason he was urged to wear the necklace in the first place.

gyuv

he’s very curious by nature. when he took your virginity, you took his. he asked you questions for hours after the event took place. “did my dick even fit in all the way?” “do you think i lasted long enough?” “next time should i flip you over?” he wants to learn more and more until he knows everything about you. it’s romantic, in a sense, but it’s eating him alive.

he thinks about it all day. getting flashbacks to your last session and daydreaming about the future. he spends more time hiding his erections than he has ever had to before. you jokingly suggest that he was possessed by a sex demon. he agrees. it seems like ever week he has a new idea to bring up in bed. “hey can we try…?” “would you like if i…” “can i….? please, just this once?” he’s not satisfied until he’s tried everything and made you follow suit.

gunwook

he thinks you’re adorable. the way you do your hair, how you dress, your mannerisms, he sees every detail. his favorite this to see is you being shy. it’s so easy to get you red and flustered. it’s almost too easy. knowing you were a virgin, he did his best not to push you in the bedroom. he was slow and careful. he was waiting. waiting for you to start initiating sex, so he could start playing with you how he wanted.

he started by making you ride his thigh. you were needy on his lap, so he told you to take what you wanted. you blushed and whined, but did as he told, because he had never failed you before. then he made you watch as he fingered you in the mirror. he held your chin and made you look at yourself, even if you cried. he pushed you further. he ate you out on the kitchen counter. he tied your wrists to the bed. he had you suck him off on a phone call. he played you like a fucking game. it’s was oh-so satisfying to him, and he can’t wait for the next round.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 117 (A Genius Idea)

Ash and Pearl arrived downstairs to find their parents. "Mommy, the lights went out and the TV, too!" he cried.

Heather nodded. "Pearl's mom checked the electrical box out back and it's totally fried."

Dylan, an electrical engineer, spoke with Heather and Anjali. "I can't keep trying to patch around the same problem. That box is done, but the city says they won't be able to get someone out to replace it until tomorrow morning."

Anjali frowned. "That doesn't help us get tonight's meal on the table."

"I have an idea, but I need some beakers and some bubble gum," Ash said. The adults looked confused. "We can make a heating system with candles and metal trays!"

"What's the bubble gum for, buddy?" wondered Conrad.

"To hold them together! Bubble gum won't burn if we use it to secure the trays on the outside, and I can make it harden faster if there's a science table here!"

The adults were all impressed by his idea, and they set to work prepping a makeshift heating station to continue cooking the food. It would take longer this way, but at least everyone would eat a hot meal tonight.

Ash worked away at a rickety old science station donated by the local middle school, while Pearl glanced around the cavernous, dark shelter. "Hurry, Ash, it's getting dark outside!"

"It's only nighttime. It's not that scary."

"My mom says nights in the Spice District can be dangerous."

Ash tried to work a little faster. "It's okay, Pearl. Our parents won't let anything happen to us. Why did you take your coat off? It's cold in here."

"I run hot! My dad says it's genetic."

Once the food was in the makeshift ovens, everyone took a break outside, purchasing coffee and pastries from the cafe to enjoy in The Soup Kitchen's eclectic courtyard.

Chatting together at a long table, Heather's mouth dropped open when she spotted a face she hadn't seen in years. "Marcus Flex! Is it really you?"

Heather's first vet tech turned at the sound of her voice, breaking into a wide smile when he recognized her. "Doc Nesbitt! No way! What are you doing in the city?"

"Volunteering here with my fiance and my son."

"Man oh man, Ash must be so big now."

"I am!" he said, speaking up across the table. "Who are you?"

"I used to work for your mother, but I've lived here since I left town."

Heather nodded. "Are you and Thomasine doing well?"

"Things with us couldn't be better. I know I was a bit non-committal and flighty back when I lived in the Bay, but Thomasine changed me. I can't imagine spending my days with anyone else but her."

Heather smiled. "That's great Marcus. Are you working? I've been worried about you since you both left town."

He nodded proudly. "I'm in marketing now and she's a mental health nurse. We lived in a real dump of a place for a while, but then one day this woman knocked on our door and offered us a bigger suite in the building for the same rent. She just wanted to trade for a smaller place, and we thought she might be out of her mind, but she showed us her ID and she's never missed paying the landlord the rest of our rent."

"No offense, but that sounds a little suspicious," said Conrad. "Paying your rent and hers to live in a crappier apartment. Only a criminal would do that."

"Rafaella keeps to herself. If she's into anything, it's never affected us."

"What did you say her name was?" Heather said.

"Rafaella Santos, according to her ID."

Heather and Conrad exchanged tense looks. "What's the address of your old apartment?"

"910 Medina Studios. Back in the Arts Quarter. Thomasine works in the Spice District on weekends and I like to stop by to give her an afternoon coffee. I'm usually there by now, but she'll totally understand when I tell her I ran into you, Doc! I really am sorry I just took off all those years ago."

Heather shook her head, trying to keep her sudden mix of emotions from showing in front of Ash and Pearl. That was Conrad's old apartment, and this Rafaella Santos was probably using an assumed name. She noticed Conrad down the table - the same wild thoughts were running through his mind.

"It's alright, Marcus. It sounds like everything worked out for the best. And if you can let me know how to get the money to you, I can finally send your share of the proceeds from the VetConnect extension you helped me come up with."

"That's kind of you, Doc, especially after I left without a word. It's been great catching up with you. Thomasine's just about ready to speak to her father again - she thinks - so we might be back in Brindleton Bay for a visit sooner than later."

"It would be great to see you, Marcus."

They got up then to head back to work, but before Marcus had left with his cafe order to go, Conrad approached him. "This Rafaella Santos - can you tell me what she looks like?"

"She changed her hair colour recently, but she was blonde before. You could tell it was straight from a bottle, though. You really think she's a criminal?"

"I think she might be a drug smuggler. I don't suppose I could convince you to wear a wire?"

"She doesn't say much. I've tried to be friendly."

"If it's who I think it is, she's not friendly."

"Thomasine wouldn't want me getting involved if she's dangerous. I'd love to help you and the doc, but we've been talking about maybe trying for a kid."

Conrad nodded. "I get it. You've given us enough to take it from here. There might be some officers scoping out the building over the next little while, until we know it's her, so if you're serious about taking a trip to Brindleton Bay to see your wife's family, maybe now's a good time. Just stay out of 'Rafaella's' way. Don't let her think someone might be on to her, and don't tell her you saw us. Oh, and, be prepared to take over the full rent in the larger apartment soon. If we get her, those contracts will void."

"I'll talk to Thomasine, but I'm glad I could help. Thanks for the heads up, Lieutenant Gordon."

As Marcus turned to leave, Conrad's heart started racing. If his instincts were correct, Ximena had been hiding out in the last place he'd lived in San Myshuno all along.

Now Conrad felt just days away from finally catching her. ->

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NOTE: Pay no mind to Ash's reindeer hat in the "genius idea" pop up. I sent them on the rabbit hole family volunteering event immediately after staging their Christmas Day photos. Didn't even think about changing their clothes since it was a rabbit hole. But then this pop up ended up dictating storyline so that's why he's wearing it in the inset but not at the lot.

Also the goal was empathy, but with Ash's genius trait and the pop up we got, he had the choice to solve the problem himself or call for help. Since his phone's been confiscated due to creepy pranks, there was really only one choice. His empathy bar didn't budge but his responsibility and mental increased. So his empathy is in low green territory at the moment (better than red!) and I'm hopeful he won't roll a douche trait. Since he's still got a ways to go until teenhood, I've got more time to play around!

NOTE 2: Second-save Marcus and Heather instantly became the best of friends while they reconnected, which is clearly because they're finally certain Ximena's within reach, all thanks to him!

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Agatha And Wanda

Set immediately after Agatha gets out of the spell

"Oh. Wanda. Not who I was expecting to see ever, ever, ever again."

"…You got out of the spell."

"Noooo. It's me, Agnes! Want a pie, hon? Seen my husband Ralph lately?"

"…"

"…Not buying it, huh? Wait, wait, wait, put the magic away, we don't have to fight! I mean, come on, I tried to drain your power and kill you, you brainwashed me to be someone really annoying. Let's call it even, okay?"

"You threatened my children. You tried to kill me and take my power. You lied and said you could help me fix everything. Do I need to go on?"

"Sure, yes, I did do all of that, but we were friends for a while there, weren't we?"

"I think I would just feel better about a world without you in it."

"…Uh. Right. Hey, Wanda. Have you been spending a lot of time with the Darkhold? You and it, alone? …Has it started whispering to you yet?"

"…It talks about my destiny. It wants me to do terrible things."

"Riiiiight. How about you sit down in this chair and don't move too much and I'll make you a coffee."

"Where's the trick?"

"No trick. Look, this is why you came here, isn't it? You're having trouble controlling it."

"…Yes."

"And you must be getting desperate if you're coming to me for help. So sit, okay, and we'll fix this together."

"…"

"Here you go, just the way you like it."

"…You remembered. Thanks."

"So talk to me, sister. What's the sitch?"

"I thought I had it. I thought I was controlling it, but the more I use it, the more I want things that aren't…me."

"Yeah, because you were a real goody-two-shoes before all of this—sorry, sorry, might still be a little bitter about the brainwashing. It does that, though, the book, goes for a little swim in your grey matter, tries to pull you apart at the seams and remake you into what it wants you to be. Doubly so for you, I imagine, the legendary Scarlet Witch. It could wreck a lot of havoc with you as its puppet."

"How did you stop it?"

"It's like riding a horse, a horse you've got to confront in a one-on-one magical duel, you versus your psyche. There are some techniques that will help—not sure if they'll be enough to help you, but…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Aside from your lack of any kind of training? Listen, there's no nice way to say this, you're a wreck. I mean, don't get me wrong, everything you've been through, no one could blame you, but your odds of that book not turning you inside out were never good, and now you've let it get its hooks in you. …You know, maybe if you gave it to someone more experienced…"

"Very subtle, Agatha. So are the crushed up sleeping pills in the coffee."

"Oh, shucks, is that not how you take it? You know my mind gets so mixed up these days, probably due to the brainwashing."

"…This is useless. You can't be trusted, I don't know why I even tried."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not do anything rash! I wasn't lying about that confronting your own psyche thing, and you need me for that, you don't even know the spell or the proper safeguards."

"See, that's the problem, Agatha. I don't know the spell or the proper safeguards. I have no way to know if you're lying to me and I have to assume you are—what's that banging sound?"

"Oh, some kid I arrested last night. …It's hard to explain. …Though if he's real…"

Door exploding

"Hi, Agatha. I've missed you."

Masterpost or random rec Wandavision Ending, But Rio Is There

[astro-lmk-enjoyer]

LMK rant!! (It’s a long one + a story/fanfic)

I like the concept that MK isn’t Wukong type immortal. But Macaque’s version of immortal, like, consider the fact that MK, as a celebrity, has a cash number on his head for all the demons and hard core criminals to exploit.

And MK just isn’t fazed by it at all.

He can get stab, shot, anything and he’ll walk into the restaurant and everyone will be like “OMG MK THERE IS A KNIFE IN YOUR CHEST”

And MK is like “oh yeah I forgot about that. There was a sale on a drink and there was no line so I just had to!” He pulls out the knife and the wound like, instantly heals? Everyone is shocked and MK is just: 😐

MK would have a HUGE price on his head in the black market, like “yeah this is MK The Monkie Kid’s headband which he wore throughout s1-s2 ep4” or something like that idk.

And MK will just throw the knife aside and go up to his room, like nothing happened, and check his to-do list coz, come on, MK has to train with Wukong AND Macaque and have mandatory hangouts with his friends and work (only part-time now) at Pigsy’s. Boy has a lot on his mind, which he likes! He has to keep busy so he doesn’t have time to think.

That to-do list had eat and sleep on it but those two rarely get done and that’s okay! MK doesn’t want to sleep anyway, every time he sleeps she is there (whether you take that as LBD or Nuwa is up to you). In fact everyone is there in his dreams but they’re not really there you know? They’re there but their ether died, dying or have a life threatening injury’s . Every time he sleeps he see how thing could have gone differently- all the time he put their lives in danger every time he hurt them.

The time almost the whole city got mind controlled, the countless times the city got destroyed and rebuilt only to get destroyed again and again by his mistakes- The Spider Queen, LBD, The Fire- The Celestial Realm- Asure Lion- AGAIN AND AGAIN HES HURT PEOPLE no mater what he does it always leads to pain! Not to mention the time HE LITERALLY COMMITTED SUICIDE TO SAVE THE WORLD what about his friends!? They almost got erased because of him! And he died again because that snake demon pushed him into the pillar. NOT TO MENTION THE IMPENDING DOOM OF “The Chaos beyond” AND ALL THAT. OOOH VERY NICE OF YOU TO TELL ME THAT BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN. EXPLAIN.

Huh. Got sidetracked there. Anyway-

Instead of sleeping,MK walks around all night, he feels he’s looking for something but he doesn’t know what, someone to help? His sanity? His will to live? Those therapy sessions he should be getting? He doesn’t know really. But it keeps him awake and the city is pretty big so he doesn’t have to worry about running out of places to look, so it works. And when the sun starts to rise he goes home and sneaks back into his room.

The lack of sleep starts getting to him though. He’s more snappy, annoyed, all that good stuff. Everyone else knows and try’s to not give him stuff to do so whatever adrenaline he’s on finally calms down and he gets some sleep.

MK doesn’t see it like that though.

In his mind they have finally noticed how he’s useless now. Now that he’s for filled his purpose of saving the universe he is no longer needed. They don’t need him. They hate him. He’s unwanted. No worry’s though. He’ll get out of there hair and go around helping the people of the city instead of doing what they refuse to let him do for them.

But at some point the people notice too. They stop asking him for help.

He looks awful at this point and he start to spiral a bit-

I mean if even his friends and the towns people don’t want him then, then fine! He’ll find something else to give him purpose! And to help him not sleep of cause. But sleep is something you can only out run for so long.

He runs away. You might think this seems a very strange response but MK is basically delirious by this point. He finds a spot in the wilderness where everything feels like it’s stopped. It’s so calm and peaceful, you could never imagine that this place probably had hordes of dangerous creatures pass through it.

He puts his bag down and sits, relaxing for once in a LONG time, how many days straight had he been awake for now? 4, 5, more??

He probably only sits down for a minute before he passes out of exhaustion.

He wakes up later in the day, the other probably know he’s not at home by now, they probably think he’s out in the town somewhere. But he’s not.

He doesn’t really like having to walk about with his own thoughts for too long. But eventually he reaches the edge of the forest and the sea, he doesn’t know he came here of all places. No he can’t sleep here the water is too loud right now. Perfect. Now if he could just find somewhere hidden from anyone’s line of sight he could stay there.

Walking along the shore, MK eventually finds a cove-like area. Thick trees ether side but enough wind for the waves to stay loud. Siting down he wondered what he could do to stay awake, right! The water would keep him awake and he would have to keep moving as to not get pulled out to sea!

He stripped down to his pants and hung his clothes on a tree branch so they don’t get dirty. Wading in the water he found that the sting of the coldness made him a touch more awake. It was nice out here- oops. He slipped on some seaweed and the waves pushed him over. Now that he was under the water it seamed like a different place, the fish dove in and out of the seaweed. He reached out to touch the floor of the sea, he could feel the sand and the roots of the seaweed if he focused enough. Though it felt like he there was something he was forgetting-

Oh fu- he forgot to hold his breath! Bubbles flow past his face as he realised and he pushed his way the surface. But right before a thought came to him, what if he stayed there? Under the water? He could just disappear and no one would know where he went… nonsense that was. Once he was out the water he coughed up a couple handfuls of water and headed back to shore. That was enough water for him.

What was that strange thought anyway? I mean, thinking about that would keep his mind away from thinking about other things… why would he think that? Didn’t that count as a suicidal thought? No that’s not what that was. Was it?

A buzzing brought his attention back to his surroundings. Where was it coming from? He turned back to the trees intending to find a bee or something but no his phone in his jacket pocket was ringing. Quickly shaking most of the water off his hand he grabbed his phone. It was Pigsy. Pigsy was ringing him. It was past the start time of his shift, so it was probably to yell at him or something. He didn’t want to deal with that.

He let his phone ring out. But he rang again. MK didn’t- COULDN’T deal with that right now. He turned his phone off and throw it in the water. On second thought he shouldn’t have done that. The water wasn’t safe to be in if there was electronics in it right? But what did that mater to him for? Whatever.

He quickly got dressed and picked up his bag maybe he could read one of the two comic books he bought with him. He read both of them. Over and over till he memorised the words. This wasn’t helping. It passed some time sure but it wouldn’t last long, maybe he could redraw the comic in his own style? Yeah! That was something to do.

Just then he noticed a strange voice, it was to far away to recognise or to make out what they where saying but if there were people he had to move.

He walked- ran actually, he ran. But the voice just got closer, he recognised the voice now, a voice he could recognise anywhere, HER. Whispering right in his ear.

Did you miss me~

No! This wasn’t happening- not now!

They don’t need you anymore do they?

They-! … do they really need him?

Of course they don’t need you~ you did your purpose after all. You saved the world congrats, and in doing so you’ve hurt them beyond repair. Pigsy-

No!

Red Son-

No…

Mei-!

He tripped on a root and dropped his bag, but there was no time to pick it up, he kept running.

Look at what you’ve accomplished, what could have happened instead. I could have take the fire from Mei and been unstoppable! Not even Monkie King could-

MK tripped again but he could barely stand up again. If he could find somewhere comfortable like the grass from before maybe he could have the same dreamless sleep as he did before.

He rested his head on a tree trying to calm his breaths- everything was too overwhelming!

They hate you don’t they~

He was to focused on trying not to breath in all the world’s oxygen then on stopping the thoughts. He clucked his chest. He’d be fine. Everything would be fine.

A small movement caught his eye. A butterfly… but this one looked off for some reason? Just then the butterfly burst into a cloud of golden smoke before Monkie King appeared out of it. MK shoved himself up to his feet. His heart still pounding in his ears. Monkie King grabbed his wrist and said… something???

MK’s head pounded, he couldn’t tell whether his eyes were blurred from crying or his lightheadedness. Ether way he felt he was going to pass out. He stumbled backwards, Monkie King pulled MK towards him but all it achieved was making MK more dizzy. MK’s eyes felt heavy and he fell into Monkie King’s arms. He closed his eyes and Monkie King called out. MK felt the vibrations in the other’s chest. One hand was holding firmly onto his back and the other held his head gently.

His hands were soft. It felt… right. To be here in his arms.

And finally… MK fell in to that sweet dreamless-sleep he wanted.

Wow. Idk if it was my ADHD kicking in or something but I didn’t intend to write the start of a fanfic. Damn.

[dui-enthusiast]

it is so criminal how i don’t post enough brba shit on this blog so here’s some father-son mike and jesse stuff that makes me physically ill (positive)

jesse getting picked up by mike from the lab, taking jesse out of an environment that just isn’t good for him

when gus asks mike about him, mike compliments jesse

mike give jesse his food when he’s suffering from withdrawals

it’s such a nothing thing but: mike calling jesse “kid,” shit has me crying every time

there is definitely more but these are just ones that have been gnawing at my brain lately okay bye

[songofstrawhats]

I have a sudden need for a fic where Corazon gets to hang out with Laws parents for a while. I've read all sorts of time travel/time swap/devil fruit shenanigans AUs where Law gets to hang out with them, but like-

Corazon wakes up in Flevance- which should not still exist, so like, that's a question! And as he wanders around the marketplace looking for answers and tripping over nothing a kind pair of doctors stop to make sure he isn't injured- and he looks up at them and sees their faces and knows who they are immediately

[fushiguho]

Sucking Professor!Kento’s cock during office hours… sorry in advance I’m ovulating :/

“I just wanna see it.” You purr as you’re sinking to your knees before him, two curious hands reaching forward to undo the silver buckle of his belt.

“You just wanna see it?” He echoes incredulously, a laugh of disbelief immediately following his words.

You only hum in response, fiddling with the clasp of his belt, nothing but your feverish urgency guiding you. Nanami does little to stop your advances. In fact, part of him can’t stop himself from helping you as his slender, manicured hands are sliding down to take the belt off for you. Soon, the zipper of his dark gray slacks is being tugged down, eventually revealing the prominent tent beneath the fabric of his Calvin Klein briefs.

Nanami’s breath hitches discernibly when you pull at his waistband, unsheathing his swollen cock. The blushing tip drips with precum, kissing his head in a slick mess. His fruitless protests were long forgotten, somewhere so far gone, never to be seen again. And from the looks of it, Nanami’s body is working against him and he can’t find it within himself to stop it.

You don’t miss the way he sucks in a tight breath, exhaling a shaky whimper as the cool draft of the lecture hall kisses the swollen head of his cock, his chest shuddering with each ensuing breath. Almost instinctively your hand is wrapping around the thick base before languidly dragging your fist up. “You… you said you just wanted to see it– fuck.” He breathes as his lips part, labored breaths falling from his slacked jaw.

“Did I?” You hum, feign confusion dripping from your tone as you loll out your tongue, pretty rivulets of saliva spilling from it, coating the head of his cock in a lewd, glossy sheen. Nanami can only nod slightly, mouth wide as you begin to stroke him again with the slick of your saliva. He’s rolling his hips forward, chasing your fleeting touch.

You smile sweetly, “I must've forgotten.”

With your wide eyes boring holes, you inhale deeply before slowly lowering your head onto him, taking him into your honeyed mouth with a hum of satisfaction. He’s sweet, almost like a bitter honey. Your eyes flutter shut as you swallow around him, gagging sweetly as the tip of his cock brushes the entrance to your throat.

He’s gasping, face contorting in his overwhelming pleasure as you toy with his heavy balls, your other hand tugging at his pretty cock. “Mmph you can’t just—fuck… w-what if someone sees?” Nanami protests while peering down at you through the fallen strands of blonde that adorn his forehead, his scrunched face blushing with crimson.

Your sweet lips drag along the warm skin of his swollen balls, sloppy kisses left in your wake. “No one comes to your office hours anyway.” You gibe, your teasing hand working steadily at his stiff, drooling length. Nanami gapes in response, his head delirously craning back to dangle over his shoulders, a choked whimper on the tip of his tongue.

He hardly even notices the subconscious spread of his thighs as he accommodates to your keening sense of vehemence. Truthfully, he’d only be lying to himself if he said he hasn’t imagined you on your knees for him just like this. How can he not? Maybe it’s the way you saunter around campus in the skimpiest outfits he has ever seen, your pretty tits and plush thighs on display, practically spilling out of the fabric. Or even the way you ‘accidentally’ email him files of the most debauched images of yourself.

But, Professor!Kento isn’t blameless. He definitely shouldn’t have saved those files so that he could slowly construct his own corrupt file of you — a handpicked selection of your most sacred parts, stored away on his work laptop. Between classes he finds himself growing achingly hard at the fleeting thought of you tucked beneath his desk with his cock against your tongue, pathetically stifling his moans as he grades quizzes for his unsuspecting students.

Oh, and there were the videos too...

He can vividly describe them from memory. In fact, the video that made his cock the hardest was the one of you in your dorm room, slouched against your headboard, completely bare with your legs spread as you ran your slick fingers between your swollen lips. The flashback of the camera even caught the subtle gleam of your arousal, gossamers of your essence stretching and snapping between your fingers like shiny, mouthwatering cobwebs.

With your phone propped against a stuffed animal, you huffed out small breaths and moans as you shamelessly groped your tits. Mouth gaped as you tugged at your hardened nipples, rolling them between the pads of your fingers.

Over and over again, Nanami replayed that video, shamelessly zooming into your pretty pussy to get a better view of the way your sloppy hole swallowed your fingers, imagining it was him instead. He even synced his moans with yours as he fucked his hand that night, shiny beads of precum slipping from the angry head of his cock and dribbling down his nimble fingers.

And of course you claimed that you must’ve mistaken the file for your thesis. You’d think after the third time you’d learn not to keep your nudes in the same vicinity as your schoolwork... right?

Whoops.

“I see the way you look at me, Mr. Kento… you’re a smart man but not very discreet” you taunt, twisting your wrist slightly as you near the head, an incredulous gasp tumbling past his lips, “wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew.”

He’s whimpering wantonly as he bucks his hips toward your face, gaunt knuckles turning a pale white as he grips the armrests of his swiveling leather chair. “It’s not my f— fault, y��know that…” he breathes.

The smile that mars your face is almost sick, your slick lips curling into the most bewitched grin he has ever seen. It nearly has him spilling cum all over your pretty face with a guttural groan and a stutter of his hips.

“Guess it’s also not your fault that you lecture a room full of students with this cock hard like that either, right? Don’t even care enough to cover yourself up when you teach… must want everyone to know.” You're not letting up, your fist tightening slightly as you force precum from the swollen head of his cock. Warm, pearlescent beads drip in rivulets down your slick fingers.

You lean forward, darting your tongue out to chase his seed as he runs down your knuckles. The wet, hot muscle drags along your fist as you collect his arousal. “Mmm my professor’s gettin’ soo wet for me… look at the mess you’re making,” you observe as you smear the remaining precum along his cock. “wonder what my friends’ll think when I tell them… they’ll be so mad at me. M’always talkin’ about you y’know.” You giggle girlishly, admitting to your slight infatuation.

He throbs in your hand at your honeyed words, the vein that runs along the underside of his of his cock swollen and pulsating as you beckon him toward an inevitable orgasm. “Oh, fuuuck…” Nanami gasps, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to engage in your repartee, “m’gonna cum if you keep talkin’ to me like that… knew you had a nasty little mouth.” He admits.

You can’t help the fruitless clamp of your thighs at his comment, arousal seeping from your cunt, ruining your pretty laced panties. As you take him back into your mouth with a soft moan, swallowing around him like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have, the subtle roll of your hips as you attempt to relieve yourself doesn't go unnoticed.

Nanami thinks you’re the prettiest thing ever, like nothing he’s ever seen. He’s not entirely sure what it is about you that makes all the blood in his body rush for the head of his cock. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so bright, sharp-witted, and unlike many of his other students, you care about your life beyond university. Or it could even be the simple fact that he’s so deeply infatuated with you. Almost to the point it physically pains him.

More often than not, he’ll catch himself scanning the classroom for you before his lessons, hoping to find you in a row close to the front. When he eventually spots you, shamelessly, his gaze envelops you, mind racing as he imagines all the depraved things he’d do if given half the chance. God, especially the days you come to class repping your school’s apparel in those godforsaken athletic shorts from the university bookstore, the curve of your ass peeking from beneath.

You don’t ever mind when he keeps you well after class is over, commending you for your hard work and impressive grades, accompanied by lingering glances and fleeting touches. It’s hard to ignore the sickening sense of attraction you feel toward him. Maybe because he’s the answer to your most impure fantasies.

Nanami’s stomach knots when you peer up at him from between his legs, your sweet eyes like daggers. “Want you to cum in my mouth… on my tongue,” you’re humming sweetly as you loll out you tongue, his leaking head resting snuggly against it, “I’ll swallow it all.” You’re gently tapping him on the plush center of your tongue now, encouraging his looming orgasm.

His hips stutter as you jerk his cock against your tongue, all of his pretty boy moans and sighs of pleasure like kindle to a flame. “Yeah, f— fuck, yes… want me to cum in that p-pretty mouth?” He groans.

You nod eagerly before sitting higher up on your knees, preparing yourself to swallow everything he has to offer. Nanami gasps when his cock begins to twitch against your tongue. The vibration of your pleasured hums and coos is what's forcing several warm, translucent spurts of cum down the back of your slutty little throat.

His mouth gapes as you swallow it all just like you promised. You even stick out your clean tongue afterwards as proof. Nanami is bewildered as his chest heaves. “What the fuck.” He whispers more to himself than anything.

He watches intently as you clean yourself up, readjusting your disheveled hair and clothes before gathering your scattered textbooks and belongings. You sling your backpack over your shoulders before awkwardly looking down at your feet, “Uh, I’ll be late for physics… see you tomorrow?” You question.

He nods understandably. “What time are you done with classes today?”

“4:30.”

He grins wickedly. “Meet me back here at 4:45… wanna show you somethin’ else.”

Part 2

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die

He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.

And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.

Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.

What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.

So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.

The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.

A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.

That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.

"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"

And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.

"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."

"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"

Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.

Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.

[classyrbf]

SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy who’s dying to lose his virginity

INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls they’ve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. He’d just sit there, silent. He couldn’t relate to them not one bit. The closest he’s ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. They’d only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.

He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, don’t even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear it’s the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what she’s doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.

And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. He’s been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he can’t understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up to cum in his pants like he’s a damn teenager. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.

Hours later, he’s fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He can’t make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. “Mmm,” he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like it’s on fire right now, like he’s been hit with some sort of sex pollen. It’s more intense than ever.

Little does he know it’s not a wet dream, no, it’s you. The succubus who’s been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. He’s summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes he’s no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.

Choso couldn’t take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesn’t stop. The sounds don’t stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. “Wha—ah—what? Who…? Oh fuck!” He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. “What the fuck? Oh my goddd.” As confused and scared as he is right now, he can’t escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.

“Shhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. You’ve been dying for this haven’t you? I’m here to give you exactly what you want.” You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.

He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he can’t help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. “Who…who are you?” He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.

“I know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. You’ve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,” you smile, “that was because of me.” His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.

“Fuck, fuck! It’s feels so good,” he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. “I don’t wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, please—nnghhh, fuckkkk.” Choso didn’t stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. “Please, slow down—ah, oh my god. It feels too good—” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.

“I’ll keep fucking you till there’s nothing left.” You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears he’s in heaven right now. This can’t be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.

He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows he’s going to cum again. So soon. “Come don’t hold back on me. I want it all,” you growl in his ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.”

His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he can’t help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. “No, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.” He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like he’s almost about to cry.

And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. “I can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.” You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. “Say it. I know what you’re thinking.” Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.

“Put…put your mouth on it, please,” he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.

“Louder.” You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.

“Please, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!” His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.

“Good boy.” You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.

The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he can’t stop. It’s like you’ve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. “Shit, I’m all the way in,” he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how he’d picture it.

You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. “Oh my—fuck me, I’m gonna fucking cum again!” He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. He’s so sensitive he can’t help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, he’s cumming down your throat. “Nnngh shit!” He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. It’s like as time goes on, he can’t help but get more horny, more greedy.

Within seconds he’s pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t,” he’s muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. “Feels so good, feels so good I can’t stop stop,” he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.

“You’re learning so quickly.” You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. “That’s it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,” you giggle.

Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. “I need it so badly, so fucking badly.” Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.

“Make me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!” You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos he’s watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. “Yes! Yes!” You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.

His eyebrows raise in amazement. “Holy fuck,” he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. “Do it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! It’s so fucking hot!” He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Wanna watch you—nnngh—squirt again!”

As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard he’s toppling over you. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. “Yes, yes!” He huffs, bucking his hips. “I need to taste you, need to fucking—mmm.” He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Such a good, good boy.” You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.

“Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop?” He looks at with sad eyes.

“You’re done.” You look down at his cock.

“No, no, I’m not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Don’t leave!” He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.

“As much as I’d like to keep playing with you, you’re all out of cum, pretty boy.” You smirk. “I’ve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.” You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. “You’re welcome.”

You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees you’re completely gone. He’s at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didn’t know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.

[lxvvie]

It's official: Simon is bloody fuckin' losing it.

He doesn't even know how the fuck he got here. Well, he does, he just... fuck if he knows.

Simon remembers your conversation. He supposes. Not really. He just remembers the topic coming 'round to sex, and he may or may not have revealed that it's been a minute since he's been fucked silly or had a good wank, shit, something to take the edge off in a way his daily cigarette consumption can't.

He'd be lying if he said it was a blur from there. You offered to 'help' him out. Simon's eyes were probably (read: very much so) bugging out of his skull, you had caught him off guard, but ultimately... he said yes.

He said fuckin' yes. It wasn’t every day that a pretty thing such as yourself showed interest in someone like him.

Which leads him to his current predicament.

The wall's the only thing keeping him upright. One hand is propped up against it, and the other, well... it's busy. He's stroking himself, taking the edge off, and fuck, he never thought a wank would feel this bloody amazing.

Of course, he's never had an audience before, and what a gorgeous one it is.

There you are, crouched in front of him, pretty eyes looking up, watching him touch himself, making him feel so self-conscious, making him feel so sexy, and fuck. There you are, lips close but never touching, hands soothingly massaging his tense thighs, tongue yearning to taste and Christ, he wants you to. Taste him, sweetheart. Make him feel good, hm?

Make him cum.

Fuck, he can only imagine how he looks right now. Simon's face is hotter than the goddamn desert, he's making noises he didn't even know he could make, and he's aware of everything, nothing, and only you at the same damn time.

But no, you just had to be a fuckin' tease. Just had to whisper how handsome he looked, how good you would look with your pretty face covered in his cum. Just had to whisper how you know it's been so long for him, there would be more where this came from, and to say your name. Say who's doing this to him.

And fuck if he doesn't grunt your name out. Simon was never the religious sort but he'll be damned if he didn't believe in you.

You dare to lick the head of his cock, dare to tease him even further, and Simon is a goner.

"Cum for me, Simon."

Acknowledged. Fuck, you're beautiful.

He just came but it doesn't stop those pretty lips from fully enveloping the head, doesn't stop you from milking him for everything he's worth, and shit, he's trembling all over. What the fuck are you doin' to him, sweetheart?

If he's not obsessed with you at this point, Simon doesn't know what the fuck he is.