#it may seem like you can stop anytime you want but it’s an addiction

[renarots]

Yall ever consumed a dangerous type of media and you get out and you’re fine for years and then you get smacked in the face with it and all that guilt and shame comes rushing back

[cherigu]

— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Confessions!

Genre: smut, best friends / roommates to lovers Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: light angst, mutual pining, emotional constipation, grinding, begging, praising, finger sucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, virginity loss, riding, jk cums inside Note: this is part 2 of lessons. it can be read as a stand-alone, but the plot may require context

The one thing Jeongguk had never done, was take the moments with you for granted. He learned to cherish the times you spent together and held them near and dear to his heart, for the memories were sure to live with him forever. He absorbed every detail and engraved it deep into his mind.

A beautiful day at the beach. The way your healthy, radiant skin glowed from underneath the sun. Soft hands gently smoothing the sunscreen onto his skin because you wanted him to be protected. The angelic sound of your laughter after splashing him with the warm, salty ocean water. Everything about your friendship was perfect.

Now, guilt viciously gnawed at his heart, sending painful stings throughout his whole body. With every second passed he reminisced the times when the two of you actually had a real friendship.

It’s not like the two of you had fallen off, the dynamic of the bond had simply shifted to something unrecognizable, something his younger self would’ve scoffed at and found impossible of ever happening. He especially hated how it had been his fault that everything went downhill. He never meant for it to get like this, unfortunately, he let his emotions get the best of him. 

What were meant to be simple lessons, had become a usual occurrence. The late-night talks had been long overshadowed by thick clouds of lust, with the two of you exploring each other’s bodies instead of minds.

He was sure neither of you still considered these nights “tutoring” anymore, more so a shitty excuse to get each other off whenever needed. Though the two of you had never gone all the way, being intimate with you was something he had only dreamed of.

But why was it that instead of feeling closer to you, he felt farther? Because he had chosen to be selfish. He chose to run as far away from you as possible, all while being tangled in your sheets for the night.

Your touch was like a drug, so addictive, and always left him craving more. It was at that point that he knew he had to save himself. He began to distance himself from you emotionally, knowing that you’d likely run back to your fruitless hookups and leave him longing for you. If he ran, you wouldn’t be able to hurt him from afar.

What he didn’t know is that ever since that day, your old habits had been finally put to rest. Unhealthy dependencies on other men to suppress the feelings you had towards your Jeongguk had become repulsive to you. Never daring to even breathe another man’s air, your mind had become fully dedicated to Jeongguk.

You no longer stood in denial about how you felt about Jeongguk, you had feelings for him and that was for sure. The only problem now was the growing distance between the two of you he seemed to establish. You knew it shouldn’t hurt. He was clear about what he needed, help. Now that he had gained experience, it was only a matter of time before he stopped seeking your aid.

You had considered talking to him, maybe something else was bothering him? Or maybe you were trying to deny the obvious once again. The last thing you wanted was to cross lines and make him uncomfortable, he never had been good at expressing himself after all. Asking him about something that only seemed to be affecting you felt selfish, and you’d rather not put him through unnecessary pressure.

He, on the other hand, had planned to talk to you sooner or later. He knew it was something he couldn’t avoid, the conversation would come up one way or another. Whether you initiated it, or he did. Had you even noticed a difference?

Anytime he tried to bring up the topic, he’d find himself at a loss for words. There were many ways to approach this situation, but none of them felt right. Whichever he’d end up choosing, he knew it’d cost him a little bit of his pride and a lot of mental courage.

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For the nth time that night, he got up to the kitchen. He’d turn on the tap and let it run for a bit, pretending he was doing nothing more than getting a glass of water. The truth was he wasn’t even thirsty, the trips to the kitchen were a mere strategy to walk by your room and see if you were still awake.

Although it was late he knew you were a night owl, but still the gap between the floor and your door showed no signs of light. Just as he was about to return to bed and call it a night, he heard the faint sound of music playing, and he then knew that you were probably still on your phone. 

He took the chance to go up to your door, stopping before his hand came in contact with the wood. He still didn’t know what he’d say but if he waited until he knew how to talk about his feelings, he’d never speak.

The sound of barely-there knocks stirred your attention away from the video you were currently watching, to the door. “Jeongguk?” You asked, knowing it couldn’t be anyone else other than him but still confused as to why he was up so late.

“Yea” He whispered, “Can I come in?”

“Of course Gukkie” You sat up from the comfortable lying position you had previously been in to welcome him. Jeongguk took a few steps inside your dark room before stopping to admire the view he had been presented with.

The dim light of the moon spilled into your room, illuminating nothing other than the most beautiful person in there. He felt his brain short-circuit and conveniently knock the words out of his mouth just from simply seeing you in your pajamas.

The rise of your shorts exposed the smooth skin of your plump ass he loved grabbing so much, knowing it fit into his large hands every time. Right beneath it was your thighs, so plush and soft, made for him to be buried in between. Finally, your soft tummy he never missed a chance to kiss. Every inch of you was so perfect to him, no one would be able to admire you as much as he did. 

He snapped back into reality at the sound of your voice “Is everything okay?” to which he simply hummed in return. “Come sit” You contrasted your worried expression with a warm smile, patting the empty spot next to you. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a bit concerned. Apart from not sounding too convincing, he looked tense and hesitant, like something was bothering him. 

“ ‘m okay” He whispered while sitting down, sensing your unease. “Good” You simply said and looked at him, unsure if you should say anything else or wait for him to continue. Nothing. Silence engulfed the room while you stared at his low-hanging head. “Gukkie..” You began, noticing his odd body language. It was then that he cut you off, not that you really know what you were going to say in the first place.

“I- I umm– have something to tell you” He started, still avoiding eye contact. “Okay,” You replied, letting him know you were all ears. Silence consumed the room once more, but it wasn’t long before he met his gaze with yours. The words bubbled in his throat, ready to spill. He tried to take a moment to recollect his mind and properly communicate his feelings, but before he was able to form a coherent thought, his mouth acted on its own.

“I have f-feelings for you” He admitted, cheeks beginning to tint pink as he fondled with his fingers. He found it easier to avoid your eyes this time, only being strong enough to look at you when he said it the first time. But now that he heard nothing come from your end, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. 

Meanwhile, the timing couldn’t have been so wrong on your end. Despite your best friend being vulnerable in front of you about how he felt, the heat that rushed to your core was inevitable. Who could resist a shy, stuttering boy who had just confessed? Not you for sure. You’d definitely give this conversation time, another night when the air isn’t so hot because right now, the only thing on your mind was him and his cock in your mouth

You raised your right hand out to his chin, gently lifting his face with your pointer finger while your thumb caressed the boiling skin of his cheek. “Is that so?” You teased, wanting to hear him talk more. “Yea– always have” He choked back a little, feeling insanely flustered under your dark gaze. “Y-you don’t have to tell me how you feel right now, just uhh– take your ti-” 

His voice got caught in his throat when you removed your thumb from his cheek and tapped it on his bottom lip, signaling him to open up. He knew this gesture all too well, body working on its own as your thumb entered his mouth while his lips closed around it. “Shhhh” you tilted your head, “How about.. Instead of telling you how I feel, I show you” 

Your free hand landed on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing underneath your palm. “Hm?” You pushed your thumb slightly deeper, causing his eyes to become glazed with tears. Although he couldn’t speak, he frantically nodded for you to continue.

Any sort of embarrassment for his earlier confession had melted into pure arousal. Your thumb in his mouth and hand on top of his semi-hard made his mind grow blank, needing nothing but the feel of your touch all over him.

You decided to pull your thumb away, asking him to verbally confirm it was okay for you to continue, to which he responded with a desperate "yes." You took this as your cue to pull his face close to yours, desperately attacking his lips with everything you had. Exploring his mouth like a starved woman, situating yourself on top of Jeongguk’s lap to softly grind down onto his cock until it was fully erect.

“Feels good r-right there” He pulled away to whisper, loving how your clothed core rubbed against his hard-on. “I haven’t even started yet baby” You chuckled, digging your hands through his fluffy locks before harshly pulling him back into your lips. Nipping gently at his bottom lip, you took the chance to press down harder onto his lap.

The sensitive whines that slipped from your boy’s lips were all it took for you to halt your movements with a final kiss, stepping down from his lap onto your knees. You decided to not take longer than you needed, knowing he was most likely aching by now. With hurried movements, you removed his sweats and underwear in one go to release him.

His length proudly sprung out, reddened tip hitting his lower abdomen in the process. The precum that had leaked was smeared all over his tip, presumably from the grinding earlier. You took him into your hand to pump him a few times, lowering your head down to leave a trail of kisses up his thigh before hearing his desperate plea.

“Y/n, please…” He slurred, lifting his hips up from the mattress to chase your mouth with his cock, needing the lips he loved so much wrapped around him.

“So needy, should I give my good boy what he wants?” You tutted, slapping his cock against your bottom lip teasingly. “Mmhm, promise ‘ll be good all night just for you” He breathed out at the lack of movement on your end. “And how will you do that baby?”

The question was short-lived as Jeongguk was quick to dip his hand, swiftly pushing your shorts to the side only to discover you had no panties on. Not only did that turn him on even more, but it made his job easier to slowly rub your arousal all over your soaked cunt.

Your voice broke out into a long moan, both at the surprise and pleasure of the situation. “Like this” He used two fingers to spread your folds, massaging the middle while slightly prodding at your hole. Your hunger for him grew when he began to enter you, causing your body to jerk towards him and simultaneously take him into your mouth.

You started with his tip, rubbing your tongue onto his sensitive spot before moving it to run along the bottom of his shaft. The pants that left his parted lips only motivated you to do more, as well as the curl of his fingers inside of you.

Wrapping your lips fully around his tip, you sunk down as far as you could down his shaft, making sure to take him into your throat. Jeongguk’s hand stuttered, freezing as he felt your throat constrict around him. Still, he continued to pump in and out of you to feel the vibrations of your moans coarse through his skin.

Slightly pushing farther down, you gagged around his veiny shaft before pulling back up. “Such a big cock” you muttered, lifting your hand to cup his balls and lightly fondle them. He fought the pleasure to reply to you, broken voice letting out a breathy “yours” before throwing his head back while moaning.

You continued to toy with his balls for a moment while he played with your puffy pussy. The way his fingers grazed the spongy tissue inside of you had your toes curling in anticipation for release.

Sinking back down, you bobbed your head up and down with a pace similar to the one he had established with his fingers. Speaking of, your core was beginning to grow hot. The pit in your stomach was overtaken by a hot coil ready to snap at any moment.

You never faltered to slow down regardless, taking his length into your throat with the occasional swirl of your tongue. Making sure to gag around him as much as possible, you knew it made him all weak for you. His balls began to tighten in your hand along with his thighs going tense under your free hand. Hollowing out your cheeks, you met his eyes with yours as he came back up to watch you fasten your movements. 

“Ah, w-wait, ‘m gonna cum” He stuttered, struggling to say the words. All of his senses had died out, no longer being able to focus on anything but your sweet mouth working so well around him. You lifted your head to speak, not planning on wasting much time before getting back to work.

Sliding a hand down your shorts onto your clit, you began to massage the swollen nub to add to the friction of his fingers. “Me too baby, cum in my mouth, yea? Said you’d be good for me” You panted, ready to sink back down before he spoke again. “Wait”

“Wanna be inside of you, please” He pleaded with his big, glossy doe eyes that made it hard to say no to, not like you were planning on doing so anyway. 

“Are you sure Gukkie?” You asked taken aback, feeling dizzy at the thought of finally being able to take his fat cock inside of you, but needing reassurance first. “Yes, yes, please, wanna be inside of you, y/n, pleasee” He whined, feeling his cock throb in desperate need of release.

Satisfied with his answer, you wasted no time climbing back onto his lap, quickly discarding your shorts. Since it was his first time, you wanted to make this easier for him, so you’d take control. 

He positioned himself to lean his head back against the headboard, feeling your exposed cunt rest on top of his cock. Taking advantage of the leaking arousal from both parties, you experimentally slid up and down his cock to keep the orgasms at bay.

Taking his face into your hands, you gave him a quick reminder before starting. You stared at his pretty glassy eyes and swollen lips, parted to release breathy whines while he gripped at your hips. “If at any moment you want to stop, or something doesn’t feel right, let me know, okay love?" You whispered. “M’kay” He replied softly, ready for what he’d been waiting for forever. 

Taking his cock into your hand, you gently positioned him along your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. “Fuck Jeongguk” Despite having some experience up your sleeve, Jeongguk definitely has to be the biggest. It was going to take a while to adjust to his size, so you decided to wait before starting any movement at all. As for Jeongguk, the adam's apple on his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Breathe, ‘m with you, baby” 

Your sweet voice helped him regain composure, nodding at you in confirmation that he was okay to begin. Catching on, you squeezed his waist with your thighs on either side, making it easier to support yourself as you slowly began to bounce on his cock.

He was long enough to hit the right spots and girthy enough to rub along your walls deliciously. He became increasingly vocal as he felt your velvety walls flutter around him. “N-not gonna last, y/n” He warned, feeling your pace pick up once you both had adjusted to the new sensations.

“Im close too Gukkie, don't– ah, worry about t-that” You panted, leaning down to kiss the worries away from the visible frown on his forehead. Knowing he was feeling good put you at ease, enough to experiment with a harder pace, not too fast, but one that had his cock pushing deeper inside of you.

His abs flexed underneath you, warning you that he’d spill soon. He felt overwhelmed in a good way, he never though it could have ever gotten better from your mouth or hands. Feeling the wetness cream around the base of his cock everytime you bounced had his vision growing white and breath cutting short.

Aside from what he felt, seeing your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure was a sight that tipped him more over the edge within the second. He could no longer think, letting the words come out of his mouth on their own.

“Wanna cum inside you y/n, let me cum inside please” He cried, knowing he was close to his orgasm. “Need to c-cum, inside… inside” He babbled, letting the hot tears fall down his cheek without shame.

“S-shit, my baby’s taken me so well, I think he deserves it, hm?" You asked, never missing a beat, especially now more than ever. “Yes! Yes, please” He chanted, “Faster” 

The ringing in your ears from your incoming climax prevented you from hearing him, fastening your pace nevertheless as you chased your orgasm. The knot in your stomach began to untangle, feeling the white heat crawl up your body and take over your senses. The only thing you could afford to do right now was a plea.

“Im cumming, shit baby cum with me, fill me up and cream my pussy like the good boy you are” You slurred, bouncing on his cock rapidly while your orgasm coursed through your veins.

Your words were all it took for Jeongguk to begin shooting his thick, white ropes of cum into you. His damp face looked so pretty underneath you, sweat lightly coating his forehead and tears running down his cheeks. His pretty whines began to form into words as he mindlessly began to speak through his high, “Love you, love you, fuck, I love you, y/n” He cried out, feeling his cock grow numb from overstimulation. 

This isn’t the way he planned on telling you, but he couldn’t do much about the strong feeling that overcame him as he finished inside of you, his body enveloped with your own. His mind was empty with nothing but you, you, and you. 

On the other hand, you smiled like an idiot at his confession. After coming down from your high, you dropped your body on top of his, not bothering to slip him out just yet. His breathing was still heavy and his skin felt like it was on fire, so you gently wiped the hair out of his face and kissed his cheek before taking him into your embrace.

“You okay, love?” you asked, feeling his body vibrate with a chuckle and his big arms wrap around your back in return. “Mhm,” he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed as the fog in his mind began to clear up. “Was that alright, did it feel good?” You continued to check in with him to be sure, but he had other things in mind. 

“Y/nnnnn” He whined, thinking you were taunting him. “What? Im just making sure!” You smiled, loving how easily he got flustered. “Why would you ever doubt that I felt good, I even overspoke at the end..” He moved his head to dig it into the crevice of your shoulder and neck, something he often did when he was embarrassed which you found cute. 

“Why are you so shy baby, is it ‘cause of that? ‘Cause you said I love you?” You brushed your fingers through his curly locks in a soothing manner, making sure he knew everything was okay despite your playful teases. “It was pretty cute actually”

“Still, didn’t mean to drop that on you so suddenly” He mumbled into your skin. You knew what the boy meant, he hadn’t even been able to properly talk to you about his feelings before he unknowingly spilled everything.

“Does it make a difference if I told you right now that I love you too?” 

His head snapped up at your words, looking directly into your eyes with knitted brows. “And, meant it?” You finished, making sure he knew you weren’t just playing along. His face slowly morphed into one of joy, eyes twinkling as they crinkled when his cute bunny smile began to form. “Really?” He asked, feeling your lips peck his own sweetly.

“Mhm, I love you too my sweet boy. How about we talk more in the morning, yea?”

“M’kay” he tightened his arms around you, feeling the need to hold you close to him tonight, and every night after that.

[biiedwin8]

Is it Normal to Create Vivid 3D Images in Your Head?

Someone asked this question about what it's called when you have 3D images in your head—images that are so clear and vivid that you end up immersing yourself into this world. It's like there's another world inside your head; actually, that's what daydreaming is all about. However, it becomes maladaptive daydreaming when you find yourself consistently doing this, unable to stop yourself. Anytime you have some free time, you do it. Anytime you are lonely, bored, or feel sad, or you can't manage your anxiety, you find yourself indulging in this habit. That's when it becomes maladaptive.

It's normal to have 3D images in your head or play around with these imaginary scenarios and storylines. You can create fantasies or an imaginary world in your head anytime you want. But when it's no longer under your control, that's when it turns into maladaptive daydreaming. So, don't worry too much about calling it 3D images in your head, imaginary scenarios, or storylines. Instead, focus on what's happening in your life. After snapping out of that imaginary world, do you feel sad, stressed, or that there's nothing to live for? Are you happy and content with your current life? That's where the problem arises.

There's no problem with imagination or using it for creativity. The problem arises when the things you enjoy or the pleasures you indulge in life cause you more pain afterward. Regardless of what you do, as long as it's pleasurable and not a form of escape, it's okay. However, when it becomes a form of escape, such as doing it to avoid real-life responsibilities, fear of rejection, or interactions with real human beings, that's when it becomes problematic.

Initially, it might seem nice to have these 3D images in your head because you have control and everything seems smooth. But over time, the painful aspects you neglect in your real life will pile up, and that's when it becomes addictive. When you snap out of the daydream and come back to reality, you may experience a lot of pain. So, enjoy pleasurable things or activities you like, but be mindful if you are using them as an escape. If it's just a means to an end in itself, then there's no problem with that.

Note from the Author

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[alaffy]

Riverdale, Ep. 7x10 - American Graffiti (spoilers)d

I am not going to get through another ten episodes of this.  I want a resolution for the characters we watched for six seasons, we are half way through the season and we are no closer to getting those characters back.  Look, I'm going to be honest, I don't care if they don't physically get back to the present until the last few episodes, so long as they remember who they are mentally and that doesn't seem like that's going to happen anytime soon.

So, we have four stories in this episode.  Fangs is going to play at a concert and it may be his big break.  It turns out to be his big break.  Midge is in this, but does anyone care about this plot?  No?  

We see more of the book club that Toni has created.  Cheryl wants to join in on a meeting, but Toni isn't so sure.  At first, Toni lies to Cheryl and suggests they try later.  Then, Cheryl finds out Kevin has been.  So, Toni does allow Cheryl to go.  We find out later that the reason that Toni didn't want Cheryl to go is because she was afraid that either Cheryl would be uncomfortable at the meeting or the others would be uncomfortable with Cheryl at the meeting.  Which, fair.  And the truth was that everyone was uncomfortable at first, but it worked out in the end.  Still, Cheryl realizes that she doesn't have to be apart of all aspects of Toni's life and decides not to continue with the book club, although she still wants to read some of the books Clay suggests.  What I want to know is, how many of those authors have the writers of this show actually read or did someone give them the cliff notes?  

Archie gets his car and dating privileges' back.  Archie also finds out Reggie is interested in cars.  Reggie barrows the car to take out Veronica, but ends up ditching her to check up on his parents.  Archie is more worried about his car then being on a date with Betty.  They all end up on a double date, but the boys are more interested in cars then the girls their with (actually, this does kind of sound like high school).  I'll be honest, I checked out through most of this storyline.  I just know the dates were a bust, but Reggie got a second hand car from Pops....and now Betty is going to help him fix it up.  

Jughead asks Tabitha help him figure out what happened to Radberry.  They discover Radberry has a wife who is black.  It turns out that they were harassed as they were a mixed couple and Radberry left in order to find work.  The goal is to move his wife's family to a safer place and then Radberry and his wife were to go live in Paris.  Well, that was the plan.  Keller tries to convince Jughead that Radberry killed himself based on the fact the Radberry was a draft dodger, junkie, mental patient, and possible Communist.  But we find out from Radberry's wife the Radberry served in WW2, got addicted to pain killers due to an injury, and checked himself in to the hospital for treatment.  And, while he did attend a few meeting out of curiosity, he was not a Communist.  Radberry's wife, June, asks Jughead and Tabitha if they're going steady, which they deny.  June stares at them for a moment and you can see that she's seeing herself and her husband in Jughead and Tabitha.  However, there's one problem in their way.  No, not racism.  Erin's contract.  So, Tabitha let's Jughead know that she's going back on the tour, but Jughead tells her he'll write.  And, at the end of the episode, Jughead meets one of Radberry's neighbors Ms. Dues Ex Machina.  She let's Jughead know that a milkman stopped by the night Radberry was killed.  

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Twisted Wonderland ask: Assuming there is a Starbucks equivalent, what are the Housewarden's go-to drink order?

Hello friend! Thank you for the ask!!! Oh dear, ehehehe, it seems my lack of coffee-related knowledge may show here...oops, lol. 😂 I will do my best to answer! (thank goodness for online menus that allow you to look at the recipes!)

Riddle - Grande Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew; with an extra splash of sweet cream. We know Riddle loves sweet things like tarts and desserts. I think he would enjoy something cool and sweet, and something a little different than his usual drinks. More than likely, it was Trey, Ace, Deuce, and Cater who brought him to the coffee shop, and in an effort to appreciate his friends and fit in with everyone around, I imagine Riddle would have picked something sweet but simple. Sweet because he knows he'll enjoy it and won't offend anyone by not drinking it, and simple because the sheer amount of customization Cater did for his own drink made Riddle's head spin a little. There were no rules for what Cater did. It was a godless, unholy act. Who the hell puts that much syrup in a DRINK. Riddle is doing his best not to be scarred for life.

Leona - Grande Lemonade. It's simple, but that's how Leona likes his drinks. I don't think he'd want to bother with a bunch of fancy things for his order, and I don't think he'd want anything caffeinated...that would get in the way of his precious nap time. And I imagine, with how warm the Savanaclaw dorm is, the lemonade is likely very refreshing.

Azul - Espresso Machiato; 6 shots instead of 4, nonfat milk, with light milk foam. Let's be real, Azul has got Things To Do. He's a full-time student AND running a lounge, plus forming contracts on the side? You expect me to think this boy sleeps? Nah. That's what caffeine is for. He'll get by. And of course, he still has a complex about his weight as a child, so he will order nonfat milk with light milk foam. (my poor boy. someday he will realize it did not mean that much, and that he is more than just his looks.)

Kalim - Grande Hot Chocolate; with 6 pumps of Mocha sauce instead of 4, and extra Mocha drizzle on top. Let's be real, Kalim is a sweetie. And just like him, his drink is extra sweet. He would get a venti but Jamil says no. Can't have him completely spoiling his appetite before dinner!

Vil - Grande Chai Latte; light milk foam, with nonfat milk. I think this would be something Vil would enjoy. Chai has a warm taste that wraps around you, much like a hug, and reminds me of cozy days in. I think it would be a "taste of home" vibe that he would enjoy for times when he is on the road for his acting or modelling. It also still has a bit of caffeine in it, which can help him feel awake and refreshed if he's having a rough morning.

Idia - Espresso Con Panna; 8 shots of espresso instead of 4 and EXTRA whipped cream. This boy has got classes all day and gaming all night. There's no time for sleep. I fully believe Idia has a shirt that says "sleep is for the weak". Anytime he can add more caffeine or sugar to his order, he will. The only reason he stops at 8 shots is because Ortho threatened the life of his computer monitor. And no, I don't mean Ortho threatened to dump water on it or take it away; Idia would find ways around that. No, no. Ortho pulled out a gun and said "drop the espresso or the computer gets it". #giveorthoagun2023

Malleus - Malleus goes to the shop only because Yuu asked him. And of course he orders the Dragon Drink. Dragonfruit and coconut, it's a pretty nice combo. Plus, it's a dragon drink. It was made for him. (Or so he believes. Yuu will not tell him otherwise. It's too cute.) He falls in love with the shop because Yuu lets it slip that they frequent it often and so suddenly Malleus has a Starbucks addiction (somebody help this simping dragon fae) and meets them there regularly to have drinks together.

There you have it! Those are the drinks I think each Housewarden would enjoy. What about you? Let me know what you think! Do we have the same brain? Or are your choices totally different??? Can't wait to hear!

[skylarmoon71]

Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 12

“Two Weeks.”

That’s how long it’s been. 

Alexander had woken up a few days earlier. When he did, you were the first person he called. You couldn’t really express how good it was to hear his voice.

You intended to jump on a plane to see him, but he advised against it. Explaining that he would be bedridden for a while and it didn’t make sense for you to rush over when he was clearly alright. You complained vehemently, but finally relented in the end. He was still recovering, you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary stress.

That’s why you were patiently waiting. He’d call often, everyday in fact. Sometimes in the morning or the afternoon just to say hello. Law enforcement on his side were busy tracking down Jefferson and tracing all the pieces connected to the corruption. Renard was doing his part on this side. With any luck by the end of the month the organization would be disbanded.

It all felt like smooth sailing.

Another sigh escaped your lips and Hank looked over. You were laying on the couch with a book on your chest. The tea you’d made earlier was just sitting on the desk, untouched.

“We should call a doctor, she hasn’t even had a sip of tea all day.” Hank's comment earned a chuckle from Wu.

“I know, it’s been like that all week. You think she’s finally gotten over this tea addiction?”

“It’s not an addiction, I can stop at anytime!”

They just continued to laugh and you turned in the opposite direction, back pointed towards them.

“Just let me wallow in peace.”

You could hear the steps of someone approaching. From the strides you assumed Renard. It wasn’t Nick, he wasn’t that tall, or heavy. Your mind seemed to trace through the list of people in your mind with similar stature and weight.

When it registered, your eyes widened and in an instant you were on your feet. You stared, and Alexander offered a smile, hands in his pocket. He looked great. You wouldn’t be able to tell what he’d gone through just by looking at him.

“It’s good to see you too, Ms. Jane.”

You didn’t really say anything, just ran into his chest. He was a bit surprised, but when he felt how tightly you were holding on, he returned the embrace happily.

Wu and Hank just smiled from their spot and Nick walked in, looking over.

“You’re back.”

Nick’s words made you pull back. Alexander’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds before he turned to Nick.

“I came to express my gratitude.”

“If you want to thank anyone you should thank (Y/N). Her father daughter duo helped us a lot.”

“Yes, I was informed that Patrick was here. That must have been an interesting meeting. I was curious what it would be like having the two of you in one room. It must have been entertaining.”

“Oh, it was entertaining alright.”

Your cheeks tint red when you remember the teasings. You glare, indicating that they better not say a word. Alexander is puzzled when he sees Wu and Hank make zipping motions against their lips.

“Is there something I should know about?”

“Nope, nothing, nada, zilch. Let’s head over to your office yeah? Your desk must be full of paperwork.” You pull him along before he can say anymore.

Given what they were about to expose, your need to drag Alexander away was reasonable. The moment he gets through the door, there is a pile of folders on his desk. He laughs.

“It seems they saw it fit to make sure I am occupied when I return.”

“Yeah, geez that’s a heavy load. They are ruthless. You were kidnapped for goodness sake. You should really get a kettle in here.”

You look over searching for an outlet where he can plug one in.

“Is tea really the only thing on your mind? I’m starting to think you may have an addiction.”

“It’s not an addiction I can stop at any time!” You protest. He chuckles with a nod as he moves over to the desk.

“Despite what you might think, Benedict handled a lot of my forms. This is merely a piece of what it could have been.”

“Who is Benedict?”

You’re positive that you’ve never met him. Alexander flips open a folder.

“He is my replacement in a sense.”

Those words cause you to become still.

“Replacement…”

He just nods.

“I am replaceable. If I died that day, I had already set a plan for someone to take over. When that successor falls, someone else will take his place. I’ve learned from past mistakes. No bigoted organization will disturb the future of peace and equality.”

You understand his drive, but hearing him say that, it made you angry.

“You’re wrong, damn what the hell do you mean you’re replaceable!! Is that really how you see yourself! What about us huh, your friends! You think if you die we’ll just be fine! That’s selfish, you’re selfish and inconsiderate!!”

“I am just trying to-”

“I DON’T CARE!!”

You’re furious, and for a moment he doesn’t understand why, but the second he sees the tears, it’s clear.

You were scared, terrified.

“I thought that you..I thought..”

You can’t finish the sentence and he moves in, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m alive thanks to you. I’m forever in your debt.”

You hold on, burying your face in his chest.

“If you ever do that again I’ll never forgive you Alexander.”

He runs a hand over your back, soothing you.

“I understand. You have my word.”

It’s a promise he intends to keep.

[bilbobagginshome]

A Deadbeat's Journal 18

A Jotaro Kujo x BlackfemReader

March 24 20XX,

What a good day gone to waste. This marked the first day of employment as a law consultant and it was eclipsed by a series of unfortunate events. Okay maybe I’m dramatic but every fibre of my being was tested with minor, inconvenient events. The day started well actually. I got up at five and went to the gym and came back to make breakfast. Sadly by the time Jojo was awake, I had to leave because the commute was an hour and who actually wants to be late on their first day to work ? This was the only saving grace my gut instinct had because traffic had already become a massive headache by the time I got to work , I ended up being barely early.

I had a lot of legal documents to go through and Kate said there were still more to go . Like damn I just arrived and I’m already receiving the heat . It's crazy out here. Moreover this 35 old man who I may have blocked out his name from my brain, thought that he still had “game”. Honestly the guy reeked of self importance and ineptitude and this was proven by spending half his day just attempting to converse with me anytime I would take tea in the breakroom. The only good thing I’m getting from him is rehab for my tea addiction.

I told Jotaro about this man and he laughed in my face. He was almost squealing considering how hard he was laughing .He should have stopped holding his stomach and just defended my honour like a  Samurai man . Honestly I’ve never seen this man laugh so hard at anything ever whilst I was narrating these events. He said It’s because I was narrating whilst making faces ranging from disappointment to disgust but I don't care.If he was a traditional Maasai man, I would have had his head as decoration by the time the sun set the next day (not true).

Aside from the man , the lunch transformed my day. It is catered by some women who sell at this dilapidated metal roofed shanti but as we all know, the worse the restaurant looks the better the food, It was heavenly.I could see the pearly gates. They cooked chapati with some beans smothered with coconut cream and I was frothing just by the scent alone but the food had such a balance between sweet and savoury that I couldn’t tell how full I was until I stood up to head to my office.I almost slept through my afternoon hours so you know it hit the spot. Jojo questioned if their food was better than his and how do you really compete with the original ? I mean it's like asking if my sushi skills are better than a sushi master. See how the pedestals just dramatically shift to higher grounds. I had to let him down gently cause knowing his petty self, he may decide to not cook the whole week.

Talking about food related things, Samosa seemed so mad at me when I came back. I told her I was sorry but mommy can no longer stay at home anymore. I’m a working mom now. If she wants fancy canned cat food I have to be a hustler too because the prices for her food are absolutely crazy and she has started developing a taste for the finer things in life which Jojo greatly approves of.

It has been a day, despite the highs and lows, Hopefully my mildly infuriating inconveniences don’t move over to the next day.

March 25 20XX,

His name is Kamau. I wish I could strangle Kamau with an electrical cord and feed him to the crows. He’s seriously pissing me off.

Now why did this man seem to be waiting for me when I got out of the car. I was wearing my sunnies when I walked out of the car so he couldn’t tell if it was me but fortunately for him I removed them and he seemed almost predatory by the way he smiled and gestured to me when I removed them whilst greeting Kate and the receptionist Mary . Mary with the blonde micro locks that make her oiled dark skin glow and her smile brighter than it already is . Apparently the two are sisters, no wonder the equally jovial nature.

I smiled and greeted him , refusing to head his direction for the sake of mindlessly bantering with the girls. He noticed and rather than letting it go he proceeded to follow me. Mary cautioned me by saying that he’s coming over . I waved it off with a quiet click of the tongue. He came and said his greetings with a smile as though we should be happy that we are graced with his presence but we simply acknowledged it .

He then decides to place his big nose in our conversation . We were talking about a slap that a woman rep was given by a male member of parliament. The conversation was buzzing throughout the entire nation and all of us agreed that the man’s behaviour was misogynistic. However Kamau with his big nose decided to intervene on a conversation being had by women, concerning a woman being insulted by claiming that it was not her place to speak on issues about women despite her argument concerning  the WOMEN  in her COUNTY and said that the mp should have done more.Kate and Mary were aghast over  his thoughts whereas I was insulted by the utter audacity the man had . I was thoroughly convinced he was doing this to be a prick till he started talking about how the conversation should have been done privately with him rather than airing the mp’s incompetency to a live audience. The restraint I had was strong because even Ms Khadija would have let me start a sumo wrestling match right there and then.

I decided to dial the anger down. What’s the point of arguing with a monkey camouflaging as a human to begin with? All we’d do is sound like squawking idiots, and I would have wasted needed energy to get through the bulk of the work I plan for this week alone.I simply left the guy as he attempted to justify his stupidity to articulate sentences and headed to my office much to the chargain of Kate and Mary who attempted to argue with him.

By the time lunch almost hit, I was done with most of the necessary paperwork and calls thus I decided to simply wait for lunch and play some candy crush in the meantime. It seemed that someone had placed some diabolical curse in the form of a human because why, not five minutes into my needed break in the room did Kamau stride in to get a coffee. First of all his choice for beverage ws so wrong , coffee is a morning drink and tea is an all around drink hence its superiority .  Secondly, he  wanted  to piss me off because why did he try to revive the morning topic from the ashes. I simply said that your opinion is yours and left it at that. But like a hungry wolf he continued to harass me , attempting to talk when I’m only responding with one word while trying to beat level 500 in candy crush . My heartfelt pleas to the almighty were heard as one of his colleagues called him to fix some of his work.God is good all the time and all the time God is good.

I managed to bypass him throughout the entire day and ran to the car immediately as the clock ticked past five. I came home to find Jojo making Biryani and despite how time consuming it is he said that he had already prepared the food early in the morning . It was like I was watching a scene in “ the way of the househusband” with the way he meticulously prepared his food. Nothing makes a woman happier than a man who knows his way in the kitchen. The food was wonderful and I narrated the events of the day, including the opinion Kamau held about the woman rep. Jojo said his colleagues acknowledged the fragile masculinity the mp had and I was grateful to have a man who has common sense cause it seemed that foolishness is an ongoing pandemic within men as of late.

At least I ended the day with great company . Samosa seems to adapt to me not being around as often as she wished and called a truce by gracing me with her presence when I got home. It feels good to come home to the small family we have formed and even better when Jojo consoles me with words of affirmation and cuddles.

March 26 20XX,

I’ve accomplished all the heavy lifting that is required with the multiple papers I need to go through and felt like the heavens had opened. I almost genuinely broke out in song and dance as I finished reading the last legal document . To be honest, I was so hazy with absolute euphoria I even smiled at Kamau when I walked past him to get a double biscuit (The superior cookie) from the shop.

The documents I needed to approve had sapped me of all my life force. I was fighting demons literally because in my dreams all I could see was a never ending stack of documents. No wonder I’m being paid so well.This is not for the faint hearted or the weak willed.

I informed gramps that I was done and gave a summary of the most essential documents that I would need to process which is a whole nother situation in itself(Thank you unnecessarily long bureaucracy of Kenya) Jojo congratulated me with a quick pumpkin pie recipe he made and it was absolutely wonderful.

Speaking of Jojo, he’s now more or less at home  . Since he filed his research paper he can spend the time supervising the cleanup projects happening across the Kenyan coastline and his skin has been glowing ever since. I think that’s also why Samosa stopped being so annoyed at me for not being at home since she’s with her favourite parent. I joked that I should take the reins as the main breadwinner and he said I’m too babygirl for that. I chuckled in astonishment  at the fact that he was aware of the slang but also, why is he on that side of tiktok?

He even started baking more. He made these mouthwatering croissants yesterday and I almost shed tears while I ate them . Let me not even mention the cheesecake being made today , like I think he’s fattening me up for the slaughter because there is no reason at all for him to be feeding me so well. I’m not buying the fact that he just likes to see me enjoy it. He cooks like a chef instructed to cook a convict his last meal before execution.

March 27 20XX,

I woke up to Jojo preparing me a bento box. According to him, I shouldn’t be eating out too much and I should not expect this from him regularly but still! Even Samosa noticed how I swooned as he filled my metallic bento with Pilau, curry and some fried chicken that he made in the morning . I never thought about doing this for him so I felt very guilty and promised myself to take him for a picnic at the waterfront.

After I told them my goodbyes, I almost regretted going to work( The man literally walked to the door,arms akimbo whilst wearing an apron with a smile on his face). I head off. It was a busy day, more furniture was being moved around and it was just chaotic watching them, and I decided to move the office to a quiet area to do the excruciating, nail-lengthening process of calling the ministry of land affairs to find an office appointment. Let me just say, it took way shorter than I expected. Granted it took my entire morning but it could have also taken me a week so that was a welcomed change . By the time lunch rolled by , I was done with my duties for this week and I couldn’t be happier.

The issue started when Kamau joined me and the girls for lunch . This was a women only affair and I thought our glares would be enough to eradicate the XY chromosome-carrying, homo sapien within our girls table that directly faced the deep blue ocean but alas, the devil has decided to taunt me and he is winning.

My patience was already wearing thin from having to deal with rude civil servants who seem to get their daily dose of dopamine from rudely dealing with anyone requesting their assistance despite leading dull useless lives. But I kept quiet . I kept quiet even when he proclaimed that my meal, made by the most handsome man to grace the entire universe, was childish. I even kept quiet when he decided to go on a tangent on his type of girl , describing this non existent woman in his mind as conservative despite leering at Kate’s cleavage, short, well aware that me, his object of his delusional desires, is taller than him and advocating a return to traditional homes despite Mary leading a good single parent household.

However, what led almost bashing his bald headed ass to the solar system was when we, the girls, decided on nibbling on each others meals.Mine was declared the best cooked and when I mentioned that Jojo made it for me which led to an influx of queries about him and slight teasing at how sweet he is to me, the overgrown oaf casually dismissed his work, proclaiming that he is doing feminine duties and as an man he should be already looking into getting married to provide for me or any girl he plans to marry.

I questioned whether he himself is married and the sputter of excuses and gibberish that left his mouth at lightning speed is astounding. He says that it's because he can't find a woman willing to be a good African wife, I think it's because women have come to the realisation that leftover men like him are unworthy(Though as I write this I wish I said this aloud).He quickly vacated under the premise of unfinished work and the girls congratulated me for subtly putting him in his place.I told Jotaro what happened as we sat in the balcony, post dinner haze crawling in and all he questioned was why everyone was suddenly into his marital status.

Third Person Narration.

Y/n answers the phone, shocked that her niece called rather than texted.

“Hi Y/n”

“Hi Karembo, how are you, dear?.”

“I’m good and how are you and Jojo?”

“We are well. So what's up?”

“Mom and Dad said they wouldn’t make it to my sports day, and we were told we have to bring our parents or guardians so I was wondering if you guys could come instead of them.”she stummers out.

“Why not? After all this is the last one before your KCPEs. When will it be?”

“This Saturday.” she says meekly

“Ok, I’ll inform Jojo. Thank you for inviting us.”

“Thank you also for coming. Bye!”she responds breathlessly.

“Bye! Take care!”

And she cuts the call.

“Who were you talking to? And if it's another social gathering I don’t know how much I can take. Why can't we stay home and make excuses like the other introverts?” Jotaro whines as he sits across y/n , his plate filled with omelette and baked sweet potatoes.

“Okay, I promise, we won't go out after this weekend. I myself am so socially drained from work and events I also need a three month refill. But it's for a good cause” She cheerfully responds.

“We are helping the unfortunate?”

“We are going to Karembo’s sports day”

“Karembo, like your niece?  she called you and asked you this?” He questions, slightly bewildered at the statement.

“Yes, can you imagine? I was shocked too. Her mom must have forced her , Aunt Eliza considers sending requests in texts as bad manners for some reason.”

“Is she competing? It must be important since she asked us to come” He queries again whilst munching a pancake.

“You know , I didn’t really ask . Also I don't know her team colours. I’ll just text her to give us more details.”

Just then Samosa hops onto y/n’s lap and y/n feeds her a bit of the pancakes she made.Jotaro, now finished, thanks y/n for breakfast and clears the table, washing the dishes. After Samosa's last nibble on the piece of pancake y/n was feeding her, she jumps from her lap and y/n takes this as her cue to leave for work .

“Bye my sweet Kaimati.”she says to Jotaro whilst wearing her heels.

“Have a lovely day my cassava” He responds, not looking back from cleaning the sink.

                                           * * *

Saturday comes and y/n dresses up in a loose  dark green satin trouser set with maasai flats , a black summer hat and rectangular black sunglasses atop her eyes .She adorned  herself in her favourite simple gold jewellery, it's definitely a rich auntie vibe. She sits in the living room , annoyed at her man purse by the name Jotaro who is busy attempting to complement the ensemble y/n has worn and has yet to find an outfit.

“Jojo, let me help you . You are taking far too long.” She punctates the sentence with a click and jumps up to help the visibly distraught man and his equally chaotic room with varying shades of garments sprawled around the flooring. 

“Yikes, troubled much.”

“Just help me.please?” He adds the plea,noticing the glare y/n had given him for being so impolite.

“Since you asked so nicely.”she coyishly responds.

Y/n rummages and notices one loose fitted green silk shirt that matches her shade and comes across a pair of washed up, breathable, knee-length jeans shorts . She pairs the outfit with sandals, the Jerusalem 11’s variation and a Black NY cap. She forces him into wearing his  studs and under her command, wears his thin silver chain and watch and tiptoes to give him brown rimmed rectangular shaped shades.

“See , comfortable and stylish. Was that so hard?”

“You make dressing way too easy than it is.”He chuckles as they bid Samosa bye.

“That's because I had already prepared my outfit at night. Like a responsible adult.”she snobbishly responds.

“Okay, I hope you do know you are an hour late, Ms Responsible.”

“These things start at 11, the reason they say we come at nine is so that people arrive at 10.Plus you were the one who made us even later”

“Touche.” and she chuckles as she places her tote in the back .They head over to Nyali , to Karembo’s school. Lush green trees run alongside the car, directing them to the school’s spacious field. Jotaro quickly takes an unnoticed parking spot and they begin to walk to the tents , Karembo notices them and with a shy smile heads over to them .

“Wow, is that you? You’ve become taller and prettier than the last time.” She says while hugging her, removing her shades as she steps back to admire her niece.

“Hi Y/n . Thank you.” She stummers out a sweet smile.Karembo is like her name, a stunner. Long lashes flutter her sharp eyes, big button nose that perfectly framed her seemingly symmetrical face and full lips make her resemble a doll more than human . Her layered black braids with french curls add onto her perfect appearance looking as picture perfect as her equally dark skinned mother.

“Hi Jojo”she says and he responds with a smile and a hug.

“I already prepared your seats.Though I will be moving you to the swimming area because I am competing in the gala.”She says as she places them to their seats in the guests section.A range of varying aged people are seated , all either looking at the cheer squads,just looking at their phones or program.

“Hold on, this ends at 4, and what is this ‘parents event’ schedule?”Y/n asks as Jotaro simply peruses through the program.

“You guys will be running for the teams.” She says as y/n's jaw drops and Jotaro’s eyes slightly widen in shock . Karembo giggles softly at this, hiding her pearly whites with a hand over her mouth .

“Y/n please?I won’t laugh even if you come out last.” She slightly teases and y/n pinches her cheek with a chuckle. 

“Fine, but Jojo is participating for men right?”

“Don’t bring me into-”

“Yep” She cuts off and Jotaro scoffs in mock annoyance much to the pleasure of the girls.

Karembo , after explaining a bit further on the day, is gestured by a passing teacher to head to her class section. The classmates seem taken by y/n and Jotaro, granted by them pestering Karembo for information and long glances at them . Some wave when they're caught by y/n who smiles and waves back, when others look away when Jotaro glances back at them.Karembo seems mortified and continuously attempts to tell them off.

Soon the event starts and a good chunk of the sitting children are relocated to a parade. The usuals team colours or red, green blue and yellow each march through the field amidst blood pumping music . Choreographed dances and chants add to the vibrancy of the opening event and as it ends y/n cheers alongside the other parents as Jotaro simply claps louder than the others.

They watch the track team, Jotaro heavily impressed by their speed and athleticism.Y/n however, is fascinated with the cheer squads , their uniform and godly stamina and strength.She is slightly green as she never had cheer squads in her youth.Jotaro consistently gives her the lime water he brought every time she rises up to cheer for the green team much to the slight embarrassment of Karembo.

Soon parents are encouraged to move to the swimming arena. Jotaro and y/n reunite with Karembo as they walk to the tents

“I’m doing backstroke, two laps.”she informs

“Really, well we’ll be waiting at the finish line. Have fun.”Y/n encourages and Jotaro sends a thumbs up and smiles in encouragement which she smiles in response as she heads to the changing area,

As they sit down, Y/n admits

“I’m so stressed for her.You know she never does these things, I just hope she won't be disappointed if the end result isn't as she intended.”

“I think she understands that it’s a competition. You should be happy she even dared to do so.”

Jotaro shares encouragingly, softly squeezing y/n’s hand and placing it on his lap.

“Yeah, you’re right.”she says in response and though she still continues to tap her feet on the ground, she remains anchored by Jotaro’s hand.

After the swim teams are introduced the whistle commences the beginning . By the time the Standard 8 students are introduced, y/n is almost shaking at her seat. They rise up when Karembo readies herself and a teacher hands her a towel. They stand alongside the other competitors' parents.

The whistle blows and y/n cheers the hardest she has ever had in this competition. Karembo’s seems overtaken quickly by her other peers but as they approach the second race the tides shift to her favour and she propells herself to finish at two. Y/n shrieks in utter joy , completely engulfing the girl in a towel barrier, bear crushing hug . Jotaro hugs her and whistles in approval, complimenting how she was able to turn the tables in the eleventh hour. She shyly smiles in response and heads to the changing room where her friends  jump around her in joy at her achievement . Y/n and Jotaro head to their seats and after other competitions that y/n was too drained to cheer for, they watch the award ceremony , y/n immortalising the event with a video and cheering as Karembo is called to the podium and given her silver medal and certificate.

They are instructed back to the other tents, with promises of refreshments and y/n smiles ast the glass bottled Fanta orange that she finds in her previous seat alongside some biscuits and a cream filled scone. Jotaro prefers the gingerbread cookies and y/n switches for the scones.As the scorching heat gradually simmers to a windy late afternoon the event draws to a close.

“Now the parents, Are you ready for your turn at the track?”

“Of course not.” Y/n mutters and Jotaro simply stares ahead.

The parents competing are called and y/n , feeling betrayed, realises that this was optional and Karembo had written them down. Jotaro and Karembo cheer her on at the fishing line and the whistle blows. To be honest, this wasn’t a fair competition as y/n easily overtook the others and finished first to be greeted with chants of approval and a hug from Karembo and Jotaro.

Jotaro heads to the stage and with ease overtakes even the seemingly well built men. Y/n shrieks in approval they both hug hum . And on that note, the event ended. Y/n takes more pictures showing off each of their medals and they head for dinner at a beachfront restaurant .

“So what influenced you to join the swim team?” Y/n asks whilst sipping on her strawberry lemonade.

“The coach.” Karembo deadpans and the adults lightly chuckle. She continues.

“You know I was on the chess team, and after 2 years of not being eligible to compete we finally had a team that was competent enough. So we made it and to be honest, being runner’s up nationwide was good but I was disappointed. The winning team competed in South Africa for the international competition, all paid. So the swim coach, who is also my mom's friend , encouraged me to get out of my slump by participating in one more competition before secondary.”she replied.

“Oh I’m sorry, it must have been hard.”y/n replies,noting the frown Karembo holds as she recounts the events of the past few months.

“I had practised hard for months. Doing online competitions to sharpen my skills. But that’s life. I couldn’t stay stagnant because of one sad affair. And I think I can pursue swimming in high school. This was my first competition and I seem to have done well enough.”Karembo lightheartedly remarks

“You did very well. Congratulations.” Jotaro replies and y/n nods in response. They chat lightly about life, her expectations for KCPE which Karembo groans at and about work which y/n groans at.

They stop by Miniso, buying her a stuffed boba cup decor pillow and stationery for her present. Jotaro jokes that he feels like a walking wallet and neither of the girls refute his statement.They drop her off, greeting her parents and they promise to visit them more often.

As they walk in ,Samosa crying and rubbing their ankles immediately, they freshen up. Y/n prepares some green tea before bed and heads to the balcony , cup at hand to find Jotaro reading the news on his phone.

“It wasn’t as tiring right?”

“Yeah , and Karembo is very level headed . More people ought to learn like her.”He says not looking away from the phone.

Y/n lightly slaps his arm in response and as she continues to stare at the stars and their reflection on the dark ocean, she reflects on Karembo’s dealing with a huge loss and hopes that she too will fully move on from her biggest failure.

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Sorry I havent updated in a while, holidays and such. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I don’t think I’ll ever post another chapter fic on tumblr (After this one). I’m too lazy for that . Its only going to be oneshots when this one ends.

[salted-fish-girl]

Eren never in a million years ever thought of doing this. He loves Mikasa. Even if all he feels the last few months is rejection, insecurity and loneliness; he still loves her. He is willing to come in contact with those negative emotions because he loves her. 

He just got off from his shift. His schedule for the month is taking a toll on him. He’s had this schedule before but with everything going on at home, he can’t handle the stress. He’s constantly tired.

Instead of going straight home, he decided to drive around first. Lately things have been frosty between him and his wife. Mikasa never seems to be around anymore. She always seems so down. Too busy to receive or give any sort of affection. They’ve been best friends longer than they were in a romantic relationship but he never felt this type of disconnection towards her. Even without seeing each other for a week, they’re still on the same page. He never felt insecure about his standing on Mikasa. Not like this. She may treat other people like this, but never him. She never pulls away or pushes him away… until now.

He’s a grown man, he’s not about to ask his wife for hugs, kisses and words of affirmation.

Last night, he tried to surprise her with a candlelight dinner. Maybe this is just a dry spell. It’s been months since the last time they’ve been intimate. Back then, he wouldn’t need to seduce her or ask for it. He’ll just kiss her longer than usual and it usually leads to that. One touch and she’s putty in his hands.

“My wife is a sex addict!” She’s beet red.“S-shut up!” She throws a pillow at him. “It’s your fault anyway!” Is she pouting? He pulled her back to bed and they started kissing again. She straddled him and his eyes darkened with desire. “...take responsibility?” How can someone be cute and sexy at the same time? Mikasa just got dressed to start her day. He’s peeling everything off of her again. “My pleasure.” He tried to hold her but she dropped his hand. That was the last straw. Before he could confront her, Mikasa ended up sick, running to the bathroom. She’s throwing her guts  out. “Mikasa, open the door.” He wants to help but she locks herself inside the bathroom. Her husband is a doctor, if she’s feeling sick, why won’t she come to him? He doesn’t know what to do anymore.

Dinner had gone cold. Forget it, he has no appetite anymore. Her favorite ice cream melted. Stupid him for forgetting to put it back to the freezer. It was like he can do nothing right when it comes to her nowadays.

Is she pregnant? She’s been moody and nauseous lately. Excitement flowed right through him. He is pacing outside the bathroom door.

The first year of marriage, his mom was bugging them non stop for grandchildren. They discussed it. Surprisingly, Eren didn’t hate the idea of having kids early on but Mikasa pointed out that he’s just starting to get the fruits of his labor with his career so he should enjoy it more. He tidied up a bit to calm down.

“No worries, we can have children anytime anyway.” Mikasa holds him. Both hands on his face, her thumb running over his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Mikasa’s always thinking of him. Somehow that made his desire to put his child into her stronger. He was ecstatic when they talked about finally trying for a baby this year. Imagining a mini Mikasa running around soon brings a smile on his face… He hugged her when she opened the door. “Are you pregnant?” giddiness radiated when he asked. She froze and said they won’t be having any time soon. “We should focus on our careers first.” That’s okay because she’s the one who’ll be carrying the child but he wished that she consulted him first before making any decision… If someone tells him that his wife has been switched, he’ll believe them because he doesn’t recognize this person in front of him. They’ve been fighting a lot lately. Fighting is a strong word. More like, the house is so cold. The house is still spotless. Tightly pressed clothes in his closet. Perfectly cooked meals when he arrives home but for some reason, Mikasa’s always away. He almost never sees her anymore. When he noticed it weeks before, he hired Louise in the flower shop without consulting her. Eren called it a surprise but it’s an executive decision as her husband. He thought everything would go back to normal after that but even with her new assistant, she still wasn’t home much. He remembers going home to an empty house after school when he was a child and it sent serious chills. The same feeling of dread comes flooding in whenever he’s home. Eren didn’t eat much and went to sleep, longing for his Mikasa. When he woke up in the middle of the night for some water, he saw her sleeping on the couch in a fetal position. He contemplated whether to wake her up for her to sleep in their room but he didn’t want to disturb her so he just covered her with a blanket. When he went back to bed, a tear fell down his eyes. Old wounds reopened. Unfortunately, the feeling of loneliness is still there when he wakes up alone in his marital bed. It’s been awhile since he went to this coffee shop. He loved this place in his college days. “Eren?!” Historia hugged him and he hugged the cheery blonde back. “How have you been?” “I’m good!” The coffee and company, the whole ambience is just right. It feels warm and welcoming. Friends catching up. It was really nice to have a talk with someone. Making him forget about his loneliness. It distracted him. “How’s Ymir?” Historia’s face fell. Who would have thought that Ymir’s halfhearted marriage proposals to Historia would come to fruition after high school? They eloped on our senior trip. I still remember the blast that we had partying like our lives depended on it. I’m pretty sure all of us we’re tipping the line to alcohol poisoning. Historia talked about wanting kids and Ymir, surprisingly, is not very sold on it. “I told her that she could donate the egg and we’ll just have a donor from the sperm bank. I’ll carry the child. It would be our baby. She told me it’s not the same.” I empathize with Historia’s frustrations. Ymir had a hard life. Hard life is an understatement. She never had anyone. She’s been living from foster to foster home. Changing schools before landing on our town and meeting her ‘angel’. “I just wish she could just talk to me about it instead of evading me and treating everything as a joke.” It all came crashing down last week when she’s scheduled to have an IVF. They had a huge fight and decided to take a break from each other. Historia’s crying by the time she finished her story. “I love Ymir but sometimes it’s just so difficult…” I can relate to that especially with my situation with Mikasa. She wiped her tears from her big blue eyes. “What about you? How’s Mikasa?” I told her everything. We’re cringing… “That must be really awkward. For her to throw up the dinner you painstakingly made for her…” I sighed. It wasn’t just that… I never thought how pathetic I’ve become hearing it out loud from my own mouth. Historia's face grew more shocked as my story progressed. “You? months? No sex?” We laughed but it’s  not of happiness, it’s of helplessness and defeat.   

Historia and I dated briefly and it was totally cool when we decided to ultimately end it. We had a good time and she’s cool. She’s not jealous and it’s actually easy to be with her. We’re in the same circle of friends and we understand each other. But we’re too similar. I think it also has something to do with her growing feelings for a certain freckled lanky girl. 

“Did I hear you right? Months?” she repeated the question. I shook my head and settled on a brittle smile. “You’re not bad in bed.” I snorted. “Not bad?” She raised her eyebrows. It was just like the old simpler times. Just pure fun with no responsibilities. Life of pure adrenaline between parties, fucks and shenanigans. No cold empty houses and rigid schedules. It got me thinking. When’s the last time I hang out with my friends? She’s right. It’s been too long. For the past week, it has become a tradition that after work, I’ll go to the coffee shop and we’ll hang out and talk for a bit. We weren’t doing anything wrong. We’re just talking, in a public space. Sure, she’s my ex but it’s been a long time and Mikasa knows her.  “You know I often wonder if things would be easier if we ended up together.” I looked at her and agreed.

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know who leans first or what but the next thing I know we’re kissing. Pumpkin Spiced Latte, Channel… I broke the kiss. Mikasa… It’s wrong. I love Mikasa! And our eyes mirror horror and regret.

“I love Ymir!” both of us scrambled on what to say. In the end, she mirrored my sentiments exactly that it was all a mistake. We were both just lonely and feeling neglected. We immediately agreed that no one could ever know. Historia left first, pale and sweating buckets because of what just happened. I am glued to my seat. My mind is thinking of the consequences if Mikasa ever finds out. I am paralyzed. Like a nightmare when you can’t move.

Armin suddenly stood in front of me and punched me square in the face. We both fell on the ground. The other patrons immediately separated us. 

Eren buried his face in his hands. What am I even doing here? I screwed up. I made a mistake. A huge one that I never meant to happen.

I expected Armin to give me an ultimatum; he'll tell Mikasa if I don’t confess but he was silent the whole time. Annie came to pick him up and kept asking what’s wrong. Nobody answered. We can’t look at each other.

I came home and expected some plates to fly on me but everything was normal. Normal in a sense that there’s food on the table. I waited for two more days, I’m guessing Armin never told Mikasa about what happened. I want to talk. I want to fix things. I want to ask who that guy she was with when I saw her at the hospital. I want to ask her why she lied to me about it. So many questions but no answers.

I confessed my transgressions to her.

Despite mentally preparing myself, things were so much worse than I had ever imagined.

[emmyrosee]

If anybody would’ve told his teammates that Sakusa Kiyoomi was playful, they would have laughed dead to their face, followed by a plethora of confessions about how snarky and, for lack of a better term, mean their teammate could be.

But then again, his teammates also had no idea how addictive your giggles reserved for him, and only him were.

Like just a week ago, when you’d watched from the doorframe as he made the bed, and when a cheeky little tease slipped past your lips, he wasted no time in throwing the pillow down and making a dash towards you.

“Omi!” You scream, darting to the other side of the bed, a wide grin plastered on your cheeks. He stood ready at the opposite side of the bed, making subtle darts and movements to make you hesitate running away more. “No, no, come on, sweetness,” he croons. “Tell me all about how bad I am at making the bed, I’m sure this will end super for you.”

Or like how this morning, when making a pot of coffee, Kiyoomi wasted no time in stalking into the kitchen to wrap an arm around your waist, relishing in the sleepy “hello” you gave him. But he refused to let the peace linger, and his lips found their way to the ticklish spot just beneath your ear, his obnoxiously loud, wet kissing being only covered by the giggles in protest that fell from your lips and squirming body.

“Omiiiii!” You scold, “it’s too early for this!”

“Never too early to hear your laugh,” he mumbles against your skin, but he stops his tickling just to relishing in your warmth. “And since when don’t you like when I kiss that spot on your neck?” He nips at your neck with his teeth, grinning at your whine.

“Since you stopped leaving hickeys and just started tickling me!” You squeal, shoving him away. “Go away, let me make breakfast.”

Even last weekend, you were having a temper tantrum about him not separating colors and whites- a dying art truly, he just genuinely forgets sometimes!- and he licks his teeth with his tongue and sighs.

“Don’t make me do the thing,” he says, looking you up and down and smirking when you tense. “Because I think you want me to do the thing, so you’re picking a fight with me. You just don’t want me to think you want me to the thing.”

“I don’t,” you snarl. “Don’t touch me, fuckhead, or I’ll scREAM-“ you’re cut off by your own scream as Kiyoomi lunges at you, long arms tossing around your waist and pulling you close to him. You’re fighting as hard as you can, but he’s got the power of preparation on his side, and, despite your best wishes, hoists you up and over his shoulder, pinning your legs to him so you’ve only got your feet to try and escape with.

“Go on,” he calls over his shoulder to you. “Apologize. Admit you wanted me to pick you up.”

“I didn’t!” You scold around flurries of giggles. “You can’t just do this to make me stop being mad!”

“But it seems like it’s working,” he snorts, adjusting you slightly so you’re secure enough for him to go about his day. “You hang in there, I’ll start folding the laundry.”

“Kiyoomi!”

Fine. Admittedly, Sakusa may not be the most patient man, especially when it comes to his teammates.

But he’s more than willing to sacrifice all pride and when it comes to peeling the peals of laughter from your smiling face anytime he wishes.

Who wouldn’t?

[sl-ut]

somebody else

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie wants y/n, but he won’t stand for the façade that everyone else seems to fall for.

warnings: UNEDITED, drug use, reference to reader’s drink getting spiked, reference to addiction, swearing, non-graphic sexual content, swearing

words: 2.2K

date posted: 23/07/22

She’s high when Eddie sees her for the first time–really sees her.

At first, by the way that she had been stumbling down the dark, unpaved road, Eddie thought that she may have been hurt somehow. He recognized her, how could he not? He’d only stared at the back of her head in Ms O’Donnell’s class for the past few months, taking in the slopes of her neck and shoulders, the texture of her hair, and the various undertones of her skin as only an artist would inspect their latest masterpiece.

Then, it dawned on him as he drew closer, watching as her knees threatened to buckle underneath her with every step, and noting how she didn’t seem to register the sputtering of the raddy old van as he pulled up next to her, nor the shadows that appeared around her from the dim headlights.

She didn’t stop until he called her name, turning to him as she incoherently mumbled to herself. She narrowed her eyes, face relaxing as she finally recognized him, “Wha… Eddie?”

Y/n was the type of girl to not take any shit. Any time that Jason or his goons would bump her in the hall, she made sure to tell them exactly where to go, and anytime that Eddie had sent a teasing comment to her, he would always be met with an eye roll, and on many occasions, the sight of her middle finger raised into the air. She was tough, always sticking up for herself. She wasn’t the type of girl who would get herself into stupid situations by drinking too much or acting irrationally. Yet, there she was, dangerously inebriated and alone late at night.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?”

She sniffled, hazy eyes shifting between the long, winding road ahead of her and the van, shaking her head slowly. She furrowed her brows, leaning closer and gripping the edge of the window.

“Can-can you…”

He nodded, leaning across to push the passenger side door open to allow her to clamber in, and only then did he realise what kind of condition she was really in.

The dome light illuminated her sweaty face, allowing him to see her red-tinted eyes and expanded pupils. The front of her clothes were dirty, indicating that she had likely taken a few tumbles on her journey, and her hands trembled as she moved to buckle herself in.

“Woah,” He gasped, “You gonna tell me why you were walking by yourself so late at night?”

She couldn’t form a straight sentence, instead leaving Eddie to string bits and pieces of her story together, and though he didn’t get any details, he was able to get an understanding of the basics; She’d been at a party that night, and her friends had left her behind.

Eddie knew her friends. Not well, but he knew of them. They didn’t run with the popular crowd, though they surely would if they were given the chance, nor did they hang around with the likes of the Hellfire Club. In simple terms, her friends were nothing more than a bunch of young girls trying to be something they’re not to impress others who will never give them the time of day, and they clearly weren’t the type of people to be depended on.

When he asked her how much she’d had to drink, she shrugged, mumbling something that remotely sounded like four, and that the last one tasted funny. He came to the conclusion that she was most definitely high, but likely not on her own accord. He was just glad that he had found her before some other creep had.

“Are you okay, though?” He asked, “Not hurt? Did anyone… touch you?”

When she didn’t respond, he repeated his question.

“No,” Her voice cracked, “I’m okay.”

She was vulnerable, and definitely more afraid than she’d ever been. He’d scarcely seen her with a genuine smile on her face, let alone genuine fear or sadness. He couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest, how different she appeared in that moment compared to how she did at school, how different she looked now that she wasn’t putting on any sort of persona. This version of her was raw, untouched, and utterly real, even if she was incredibly high.

The next time Y/n spoke to Eddie, he was high, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon for the Munson boy.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie croned, leaning forward on his elbows to get a better look at the girl as she appeared through the trees, “Look who finally decided to show up. You know, I was starting to think that someone stuck that note in my locker to lure me out here and kill me or something.”

Eddie couldn’t believe his luck when he opened his locker this morning, only for a single pink post-it note to dance through the air and land on the toe of his leather boot–the very same post-it that he’d seen Y/n use so many times before in class. Of course, there was a chance that it wasn’t her, but the odds seemed very unlikely, seeing as there wasn’t exactly a queue of people waiting to see him in private, especially not those who used pretty pink post-its instead of torn-out pages of textbooks or gum wrappers.

She shrugged, leaning her back against a tree, “What if I did?”

Eddie smirked, “Well then, at least I can die happy at the hands of a pretty face.”

“And if I decided to do it from behind?”

High or not, her statement would have made Eddie raise his eyebrows, though the drugs certainly didn’t help him stop any stupid thoughts from leaving his mouth.

“I mean, not my usual style, but I’m not complaining.”

And there was that infamous eye roll, sending a burst of warmth through his belly.

“Are you on something?”

He lifted the burning joint in between his fingers, showing it off shamelessly as if to say, “duh.”

“Want some? A bit of the devil’s lettuce in exchange for the princess’s company?”

A smile threatened to crack at her cool composure, though she managed to keep herself calm, despite the butterflies bursting at the seams of her lower belly.

She shook her head, “I’m not here for drugs.”

Eddie cocked his head. The single thing that most people sought him out for was drugs, in fact, this was the first time that he was meeting someone out here for anything other than drugs. He couldn’t think of anything else that she might want from him. Well, there was one thing… but he wasn’t trying to get his hopes up.

“I’m here to thank you.”

“To thank me?”

She chewed her bottom lip, shifting on her feet nervously, “Yeah. For driving me home that night.”

It had been a few weeks since he’d found her wandering the back roads, and she seemed to have been avoiding Eddie like a plague ever since. He’d tried to catch her attention a few times, greeting her in the halls and passing her notes in class, though each time he went ignored.

“And I’m sorry. For ignoring you,” She frowned, “It was shitty of me, but I can’t remember anything from that night other than being with you, so I wasn’t even entirely sure that it actually happened.”

“Huh,” He chuckled, “And what, you just remembered how awesome it is to hang out with me this morning?”

“Two weeks ago, actually, and I’m not sure I would call this-” She gestured between the two of them, “Awesome.”

“So you just waited two weeks to talk to me?”

“Couldn’t figure out what to say,” She pursed her lips, “Besides, it’s not like you make yourself very approachable, always preaching to your little disciples.”

“Do my ears deceive me? Y/n Y/l/n is intimidated by me, Edward Munson?”

All visible traits of comfort she had disappeared, being replaced by her typical stoic expression and unwelcoming stance, “Me intimidated by you? Yeah, right.”

He frowned, “You know, I think I like you better when you’re high than I do when you’re sober.”

“Fuck you, Munson. I’m trying to be a nice person here.”

“Well I hate to say it, princess, but you’re gonna need a bit more practice.”

Eddie pushed himself to his feet, stalking across the clearing to stand just before her, blowing a cloud of smoke into her face as he stomped the butt of the blunt out.

“You may have the rest of this town fooled with this little mean girl act, hell, you had me fooled for a while, but you’re nothing more than a big phoney.” She opened her mouth to respond, fire behind her eyes, though he didn’t give her the chance, “I’m gonna be real with you, ‘kay? I’m like, super into you. I think you’re funny, smart, super mega hot, but then you put on this big bad attitude that is so goddamn annoying, and even more so because you’re only doing it to fit in with a bunch of bitches who don’t even care if you end up dead in a ditch. So yeah, I definitely prefer the one conversation I’ve had with you where you weren’t pretending to be somebody else.”

He took one final step towards her before pushing past her and making his way down the familiar path to where his van was parked, “Uh, my band is playing at the Hideout tomorrow night, and every Tuesday after that. If you ever decide to put on your big girl pants and act like a real human being, you should come see us.”

The next time he saw her, he was high again. Only this time, there were no drugs in his system. Instead, he was high on adrenaline, finishing up their final song of the night to a very unenergetic crowd, though the band didn’t allow it to affect their own performance.

Eddie had been disappointed when he didn’t spot her among the drunken men in the bar, but he refused to let it show. He wanted Y/n, he really did, but he refused to have a version of her that was fake. He left his bandmates at the bar, stepping outside for a few minutes to cool down after putting more effort into the performance than it was really worth.

“Shit,” He swore, words mumbled by the cigarette waiting impatiently between his lips as his lighter struggled to conjure up even the slightest spark.

“Need a light?”

His gaze rose up, trying his hardest to hide any surprise that may have appeared on his features as his eyes settled on the girl who he’d been hoping to see. She appeared nervous–bashful, almost. She was dressed up a bit more than her usual getup, donning a pair of well-fitted flared jeans and a black fishnet tank, leaving very little to the imagination as her black bra was completely visible through the fabric.

“Show’s over.”

“I know,” She took careful steps towards him, offering the small blue lighter, “You were great tonight. Better than I expected, to be honest.”

He carefully lit the end of his cigarette, motioning to the spot next to him as he deeply inhaled the heavy smoke, “Better than expected? Ouch.”

She chuckled, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

It was silent for a moment as she perched herself on the edge of the dirty van, accepting the cigarette from him and taking several short drags from it. She fought a cough as the bitter smoke filled her lungs, chest constricting as she exhaled heavily.

“What would your friends think of you now, huh? Sitting with the freak, smoking, wearing… that.”

“I don’t know what they’d think, honestly. And I’m not totally sure that I care.”

“No?” He raised his brow, “You’re certainly singing a different tune. What changed?”

She shrugged, “You.”

“Me?”

“Well, I guess I’m the one that changed, but you’re the reason why. I’m, like, really into you, too. Like, a lot more than I am into hanging out with people who barely notice me,” She sniffled, “Did you know they’re having a party tonight? Because I didn’t until I passed Danica’s house on the way here, and to be honest, as pissed as I am, I don’t think I’d rather be anywhere else right now.”

Eddie didn’t waste another moment, cigarette thrown to the wind as his free hand gripped the base of her skull, forcing a bruising kiss onto her lips. She made a noise of surprise, though she didn’t make any objections as her fingers wound into the material of his wife-beater, only pulling him closer as her lips fought with his own with equal intensity.

Eddie got higher than ever before that night. The feel of her lips on his was enticing, instantly feeling the need for more. His heart pulsed when he closed the van door shut behind him and clambered on top of her, only comparable to that first hit of something strong, and as he pressed inside her again and again, he knew that he was hooked. There was no coming back from the way that his name fell from her lips, how she gripped him so tightly as she whispered how good he felt, how she kissed him so fiercely as he came undone.

Y/n was equally as high by the time that they had collapsed next to each other in a sweaty heap. She was high on Eddie, and there was no returning from such an addiction.

*REPOSTED UNDER A NEW TITLE BC THE LAST ONE GOT FLAGGED AS ADULT CONTENT*

[bnha-dumpster]

The thought of a submissive incubus just came to mind and now I can’t stop imagining the reader (incubus) trying to take control of the situation but gets fucked and tamed instead.

this? this is a good idea. i feel like doing some priest au iida lmao

Pairing: Priest Iida x Incubus Reader Content tags/warnings: dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, mind break/mild dumbification, aphrodisiac spit Word count: 1.6k

You’re a poor excuse of an incubus, you know this. Naturally submissive, shy and introverted, inexperienced with sex- all things that an incubus shouldn’t be. You’ve been feeding off of other incubi and some succubi for energy. You knew that it wouldn’t last forever, that you’d eventually have to feed off humans. But it’s dangerous with your submissive nature. That’s why you’ve been trying to stay with your kind for as long as possible. 

Now you’ve been tossed out, left on your own without any sort of advice. There’s an intense hunger inside you that’s clawing at you, one that’s clouding your reasoning. You stumble through the streets as if you’re drunk. Humans ignore you thinking you’re just an annoying drunk and you know you’re not going to get energy in time. 

Then you run into a priest. 

“No, I’m fine-” Your speech is slightly slurred as you protest his help. A priest is the last person you need to run into right now. He’ll exorcise you or contain you until you tell him about other incubi in town. Both things scare you and you try to tug yourself out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, the priest you’ve run into is not only stubborn but strong. If you weren’t so weak, you might’ve been able to break away. There are so many things that would’ve been solved if you weren’t so weak.

He helps you walk, leading you to his church. The second you reach the steps, you tug on his cassock and shake your head. 

“I can’t go in there. I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.” 

Your hopes of him listening to you are crushed instantly as he shushes you and opens the large doors. The moment you step in, your already fading human disguise vanishes. Large, spiraling horns protrude from the sides of your head, a thin tail at the base of your spine, your hands and feet turned to claws and the small tattoo below your navel; if he can’t tell you’re an incubus from this, you don’t know what will.

The priest stops and stares at you, letting go of you. You fall to your knees on the floor, no longer strong enough to keep yourself standing. It’s humiliating to be found out in such a way. Though it’s your fault for allowing yourself to be grabbed by the priest in the first place. 

“An incubus?” He seems a bit curious as he kneels before you, lifting your chin to look at your face. “You’re not doing so well. What happened to you?” 

What little pride you have left keeps you from answering. 

“You must be hungry. While my fellow clergy may look down at me for this, I’ll help you.”

Confusion is clear on your face. You look at him like he’s insane. Maybe he is, but the thought of being able to feed matters a bit more than figuring out where the hell his common sense went. 

“I thought incubi were good at pleasing their partners.” He’s mocking you. The priest, who introduced himself as Iida Tenya, looks down at you as you do your best to take him into your mouth. He’s thick and your jaw aches slightly, but that ache naturally turns into pleasure that goes straight to your core. “You’re inexperienced, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” 

Hands grab your horns and force your face further, making you take his cock down your throat. While you don’t gag, you’re clearly uncomfortable. You claw at his wrists to make him stop but it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“See, you take all of your partner’s cock into your mouth.” Iida groans. “Suck and move your tongue around it. You can do it, I’m sure you can.” 

Surely he’s making fun of you. You may not be like the others, but you can still do what you were born to do. So you begin to bob your head up and down, letting things come to you naturally. His cock is heavy on your tongue as you lick the underside of it, teasing the vein that runs along it. You make use of your lack of gag reflex and make sure that you take him fully each time. 

It seems like it’s working, like you’re gaining some semblance of control. Just from this, energy is already beginning to flow your body. If you can make him cum, then maybe-

“Tsk, I thought you’d be better than this.” Seems like he knows exactly what’s going through your mind. “Do you really think you can overtake a priest when you’re in such a state? Don’t be foolish.” 

You’re tugged off his cock. Iida is about to grab you by your hair and bring you up onto the bed until you press a hand on his lower stomach. You have enough strength to leave a branding: a piece of incubus magic that forces a human to be overcome with lust. It typically leaves them a mess, unable to do anything but beg for pleasure. But going along with your lack of luck, it backfires. 

The feeling of intense lust fills the room and instead of the priest curling in himself, he drags you onto the bed by your horns. You’re laying on the bed with your ass up, Iida already lining himself up with your hole. 

“Natural lubricant, hm?” There’s a bit of slick coating your ass and inner thighs. It’s something incubi are able to make when they’re anticipating being the bottom. 

He pushes in slowly. Your hole greedily swallows his cock, clenching around it to milk him. Iida grabs hold of your tail and wraps it around his hand like a leash, using it to bring your ass against his hips. You can feel the heat of the brand and the lust radiating from him. The fact that he’s managing to stay even the slightest bit composed is amazing. 

“You’re begging for me to give in, aren’t you? You just want me to let go and let you have your way with me, yes?” 

“C-clearly!” 

Once the words leave your lips, a harsh spank is left on your ass. The pain instantly changes to pleasure and you tighten around him. He begins to spank you more, enjoying the way your walls clench and shudder with each impact. You’re doing your best to hold in any moans and pleasured noises to spite Iida. It’s all you can seem to manage to do. Even with strength filling you, he’s still got a good hold on you.

Your cock twitches from neglect. It’s not that you need it to be touched, you just prefer it. Yes, you can cum without touching it, but you want to touch it. So you reach between your legs to pump your cock, letting out a small groan. But your hand is swatted away. 

“Who said you could touch yourself?

He lets go of your tail and and pulls out, watching you flip yourself over. His cock twitches in anticipation when you pull him towards you for a kiss. 

Your tongue is long and clearly inhuman. It invades his throat and nearly makes him gag. The properties of your saliva are forgotten, letting his mind become a haze. Between the brand fueling his lust and the sudden warmth caused by your saliva, he loses what little cleric dignity he had. 

Iida pulls your face away from his by your hair, pushing you back onto the bed so he can thrust into you again. Your legs go over his shoulders and you’re able to recognize that the priest has you in a mating press before he begins to pound into you. He smashes his lips against yours, mouth open- he’s asking you to kiss him more. You happily do so, thinking that the haze he’s being enveloped in will give you a chance to take control. Lips mash against each other as you shove your spit down his throat with your tongue. 

The aphrodisiacs in his system must be too much and he cums, filling you. A strange daze washes over you and you lose your focus on the brand. Is this what human energy is like? It’s absolutely addicting. That addicting feeling pushes you over the edge, your own cock covering your stomach in cum. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you lose yourself for a few seconds.

He hasn’t stopped and you don’t think he will anytime soon. His cock is still hard, stretching you and pushing his cum even deeper inside you. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you, hm?” When did he regain his mind? “Keep you like a little pet. You’ll have to rely on me to survive anyways.”

Your mind is still in a haze and he takes advantage of it. He continues to pound into you with no pause, his own stamina still high. While your cock is limp against your stomach, he watches as more cum dribbles out of it. 

“Be a good incubus and cum more and more. If you do what I ask, I’ll give you more than you could ever need.” 

If you could think properly, you would curse how obedient your body is. Your cock twitches to life for a few moments before you cum again, an almost never ending stream of cum landing on your stomach. He groans as your walls clench around him. It’s like your body is begging for more of him, which it is. 

“There you go. I’ll keep you here so you can’t hurt anyone else.” That’s not the real reason he’s keeping you, but that doesn’t matter. You’re already lost to his words, the feeling of a human’s energy destroying your mind.

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

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rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[1111jenx]

Thoughts on lilith in 10th? Your blog is wonderful💞

Hi there!

Thank you for your kind words:) I'd get right into it with yall! Check out my other series lilith in the houses here

Lilith in 10th house🍷

The 10th house, aka the house of status, social hierarchy and authority figures.

Ruled by Saturn and the sign of Capricorn, the 10th house values reputations, honours, esteem, fame, popularity, wealth.

In my last post I mentioned how Lilith may not enjoy Saturn's limitations and restrictions, however we should always remember, the 10th house also talks about power. It is this quality that Lilith desires and will use against others.

Natives with Lilith in the 10H hold immense personal power, they were pushed into the spotlight and seen as the "Lilith" the eyes of public. Their darker side is either loved or hated. The public is quick to change their mind on these natives.

Parents, teachers, community leaders, employers, government or any positions of power/authority and these natives usually don't get along well when they were younger.

They were the scapegoats in public. Therefore as they grow up, they may subconsciously project their hatred on people who remind them of their bullies. They carry the wound in them like no others.

While Lilith 11H was rejected by their community, Lilith 10H simply was rejected everywhere they go. It seems that people just see them as someone who's "bad" or may rebel anytime.

The og daddy issues. They may have felt as if they were rejected by their father if there are more harsh aspects to Sun and Saturn or 10H ruler. It's as if their fathers never tried to understand them. Their father rejection of equality in terms of power result in their deep need to rebel.

One or both parental figure may have suffered with addictions, abuse or personal issues and left them to grow by themselves. Their family's history may have not been the best if there are more 4H/10H being afflicted, this can also result in their tainted reputation.

However once these natives grew up, they grow into their Lilith. They stop rejecting the crazier, more sexual and dominating side of them. They step on men and people in power like no others.

Will make money or a career out of their ability to control, dominate and their sexuality. They are the true sugar babies. Older men are drawn to them like magnets. A smile from them is like a blessing for others.

Dominating. Dominatrix placements. The only difference between these people and Lilith 1H/7H/8H in terms of sexuality is that Lilith 10H individuals can become successful for their power play. I'm so serious.

Think cinderella from a small city who finally walk into the spotlight and indulge in the capital's glamour and coloured lights. Men with power love them. They just do. The type that can actually make men leave their families for them. If they wanted to, they could be the home wreckers. Remember, Venus may charm you, Mars may please you but Lilith will burn you and you'll come back and beg for more.

Deep down, these natives pity men who stupidly follow them. It's as if they're doing this as a big fuck you to their pasts and family.

If well-aspected, we have women who refuse to rely on men and will call out anyone thats dare to cross them. They're actually extremely career-dominated.

Lilith 10H adds a desire to be the best in everything they do. Their ambitions know no limits. Once they have a taste of power, they will not stop.

Power. Money. Power. Money. They thrive under the knowledge of them standing high at the top. Only then can they feel they have partially let go and heal a bit of their trauma.

Power hungry by nature. They have the ability to manipulate and play with their images and the public's perception like no others. While others may feel like they're so raw and real, 10H Lilith is simply showing them what they want them to see.

Their partner need to be someones who is willing to kill for them. There I said it, they need someone who is as successful as them, who's on the same level professionally and internally. They need someone who can offer them warmth and sense of belonging, who they can cry to in private, who won't be fazed by their overbearing nature in public, who will spend time understanding them and appreciate even the ugliest part of them. Their partner has to be fine with them leading sometimes, who can offer them the middle ground and grow with them. They don't need someone to "save" them. Only they can do that.

Here are some of my observations:) Rb this and lemme know what you guys think!!🖤

love,

saint jenx🥀

[ace-of-gay]

The last night

Loki x gn! Reader

1,800 words

Warnings: fowl language, suicidal ideation, depressive thoughts and self depreciating tendencys, thoughts of self h@rm, please do not read this if any of these listed are a trigger for you, you do not need to push yourself through something that could harm or upset you in any way. Please remember it is okay to ask for help, please be safe, <3

This is a request from one of my lovely mutuals, im not sure if they wanted to stay anonymous but unless said otherwise i will assume as much, they requested it to be to this song and so i sat with it on repeat for a bit getting ever bit of inspiration i could get into it.

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Mental health has a sensitive edge to it when it comes to expression, especially with not wanting to be an irritation to the others, the ones who have fought in wars, had their lives ripped out from beneath them, had people unrighteously torn from their grasps without any second thought from the assailant.

The overpowering thought that rounds through your mind anytime you consider asking for help, it reminds you of everyone else’s trauma, and reminds you that you don���t want to belittle theirs with something as painfully simple as family issues or unknown problems.

Its really not that simple though, you may be able to process what the issue is but that’s completely different from being able to put it into words. From unresolved trauma from your parents being neglectful, to your mind tearing you apart without a reasonable thought in sight. Your family constantly belittling the issue when you’d finally regard the need for help, always depriving you of something that is considered a necessity.

You constantly go about your way making sure people are okay and have someone there for them even before they ask, but you feel so out of place trying to do that for yourself. No one ever considering that maybe its some form of a call for help, making sure no one is as deprived of help and understanding as you’ve felt your entire life.

Today has been normal, as normal as neutral can be when it comes to that state of consciousness, it always seems to find its way back into the depths of your mind, ridding the shadows of any light that had ever graced those corners, creating a void so very deep that it eventually aimlessly winds you down a path of self destructive tendencies giving you no chance of return, simply just becoming used to it, like lighting a match in a cave, it slowly urges that speck of a source called hope to go out, the only thing you can do is believe you can somehow make your way out by following a blinding abyss.

The phantom sensation of burning along hand made scars like a calling for you to fall back into old habits, ones you’ve fought for years to finally be free from, discolored lines, doesn't matter how deep they were, its still all the same, release in the form of broken skin. You’ve done nothing for this desire to call out again but maybe its the fact they’re fading  even more than you’d like, maybe its a distant echo from when you’d last seen your family, the possibilities are endless.

You hadn’t left your room recently, i mean you’ve got a mini fridge stocked with drinks and plenty of random snacks, and a bathroom connected to your room so really the only time there’s need to leave is if you remember that actual food exists or when others request your assistance on a mission.

You’re not sure when the burning set in but when it did it felt like there was this call to the weapons cabinet, one of the many blades would do the- no, stop, you’re not going down that path, please no.

Oh but the echo still calls your name, the reverberations of your old habits, a habit that’s more than addicting, the draw of blood, its more than the sight, the sensation as well, the way it- no, no, you’re not doin that, there’s several other much healthier ways to go about this sinking feeling.

You stand up from your accumulated nest of blankets, disregarding how you look, letting your thoughts be the prompt of finding some sort of solace in something less destructive, your hands violently shaking as that call turns to screams through your head, you should have just stayed buried under the blankets and had let them weigh you down enough to keep you from losing grip.

The urge to pick up the nearest sharp item and erase all progress, "what the hell make it stop, please, please make it stop" you murmur out just above a whisper.

Friday interrupts your silence "Was that a request for me or shall I disregard it?"

Causing you to jump out of your skin.

"Disregard it, sorry Friday, I was talking to myself" getting no notification in response just silence, back to what was gnawing at your thoughts.

The pull for something in form of agony to find its path, cause and effect drawn out alon-"NO, I’m not doing it"

Its not something you can sit through this time, but who do you go to when they’re all busy sleeping, possibly.

Maybe just wandering will find some sort of comfort, the chill of the air might be nice but l'appel du vide is friends with curiosity’s side of despair.

Wandering it is, where to you’re not sure yet but a hoodie would be useless if the burning of urge is still there.

The halls aren’t to long but the stairs can do some justice to the want for chill and the need for somewhere undetermined to go, and so embarked on your little journey you’re off, finally out of your room.

Walking down maybe six flights of stairs before turning around and walking back up until you've forgotten what floor you’re on until you enter the hall again, you come to realize you know where you are after a moment of looking around when you come across the double doors with overly intricate handles, the library, one of the most homely feeling rooms in the tower.

You find yourself walking amongst the aisles of horror and sci-fi, running your fingers delicately across the spines some creased but most untouched, a thin layer of dust coating them as if they’ve been sitting there for months.

The doors to the library shutting once again meaning someone else has joined you in the ambiance of the library, you look around in the main seating area for whoever has joined you but to no avail.

You trail the shelves a bit longer, the screaming inside your head still rampaging freely, your eyes fixated on the tiles beneath your feet, "(y/n)", your gaze flicks up to find Loki a few feet in front of you holding the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, "you okay Hun?" stepping closer he reaches out to be within arms reach.

A war of responses each one contradicting the other roll from your mouth, at this point you’re not even sure of what you're saying.

It clicks instantly to him what’s going on, between the lack of a hoodie to cover the absent-minded scratching at your history marked forearms, each mark slightly different from the rest, a hieroglyphic of your minds past and the etching of what its pushing you towards.

Not only does he know what they mean he can feel the slight twinge of his own, long faded into nothing more than a memory he still knows, in just seconds his arms are wrapped around your waist holding you in the one place you can finally feel something other than the urges in control. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders tucking you face into the crook of his neck, a soothing hand runs along your back as a sob rips its way from your heaving chest, for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re for sure going to be okay.

"C’mon, lets go sit, if you want to talk I’ll listen, if you want distraction I'll distract, I will tell you stories, or read aloud, I'll even sing old Asgardian songs mother sang, if any of which will bring peace to the disturbance in your thoughts"

Once seated in the lounge he pulls you to his side, curling up against him he murmurs words amongst the agony in each and every tear that stains river beds into your cheek.

"Once the thoughts in the storm pass you will see just how strong you’ve been when you did not need to be, this is the last night you'll spend alone, i am here now, there is no reason to be strong when you can hide amongst my hold"

"I appreciate all of this but why are you being as kind as you are? Its not your responsibility to deal with my thoughts"

"No, but in that sense its not your responsibility to deal with others, yet you do, you are more aware of everyone else than everyone is of you, you read us like an open book but you hide so far behind your façade that the blank slate of your mind you wear is adorned with a smile"

"I- but-" you look absolutely lost trying to find the words that are lost amongst the shadows.

"I will not sit here and watch you tear yourself apart by saying the kindness you give to others is somehow not allowed to be reciprocated, you are more than allowed to ask for help, it is even encouraged, we are here, if what you need is someone to hold you as close as possible, I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go,

I'm everything you need me to be."

"Thank you, I don’t know what i would do if not for you taking down my figurative wall"

"But i did not, what I did was take the opportunity to see the cracks of your mask, you did that yourself by breaking a habit, i am just here to hold you together, here to love you."

Resting your head against his chest, still encased in his arms with just enough wiggle room to shift til you’re practically in his lap, I do not think I can sleep in my room tonight"

"So sleep here, in my arms, against my chest,- he summons a fluffy throw blanket with his seiðr, laying it across the both of you- let the rhythm of my heart be the beat to the melody of madness in this absurdly backwards book as i read for you."

A laugh making its way through you, nodding against his chest letting your eyes fall shut, the burning call of the sharps in your room no longer echoing your name, the urge still in place but the drag to do so, Subsequently diminished, maybe a small nap is possible, and maybe it’ll be okay, because this was the last night you’d spend alone.

So much of that despair slipping away leaving you to fall sound asleep in Loki’s arms, that last place you’d thought you’d  be tonight but surely the best place.

After 30 minutes of reading into the book he marks his page, places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head and shifts both of you til he’s laying down among the couch with you atop his chest, out cold.

" I love you, more than you could imagine and you deserve every ounce of it"

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Thank you so much for reading, and thank you to the person who requested it.

[wornoutmouse]

Cow Endeavor

Don't ask no questions you don't want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this

Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.

You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you'd wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm's prized cow, Enji.

You weren't sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.

So it's understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. "I just don't understand, he just had a calf but there's not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!"

You pat Keigo's back reassuringly, "It's going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he's just too old now?" Takami's face paled, "You're right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!" He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.

"You have to fix this, if they find out he's no longer making milk, you know what they'll do to him!" You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they'd either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.

So now, standing in front of Enji's stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.

Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.

"Are you the butcher?" You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.

His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn't seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.

"Uh, no I'm not. I guess you could say I'm going to be your doctor today." Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.

"Look I'd recommend you replace me with Touya, he can't do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he's alone."

You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.

"Well I hope it doesn't come to that, can you get comfortable?"

Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.

You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. "If you were a cow, I'm sure you'd make excellent milk." You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.

"Thanks, could you remove your top for me?" Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. "Mommy milkers." You whisper to yourself, catching Enji's attention. "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.

You start to put on your latex gloves but it's stopped by Enji shading his head. "I don't like the way they feel." So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.

First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. "Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit." Enji huffed, "Why won't you people accept that I'm just old?!"

You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji's face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.

"See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!" You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji's face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.

"S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was." You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. "Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I'm going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking."

You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, "Don't bring him!" You pout your lips, "Well who do you want me to bring?"

Enji grits his teeth, he didn't want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.

You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn't until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.

"E-Enji, I don't think this is appropriate I-" Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.

Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.

You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid

flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.

Enji's grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.

Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.

"D-Do you like it?" You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.

You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can't help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.

You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. "You were so good for me Enji. I'm sure this will get you up and running in no time!"

With that, you utter a quick "thank you" and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji's pants.

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It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don't deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.

But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.

"Hey y/n, Enji thinks he's running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure." You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.

"If there's nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can't you do it." Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "He requested you specifically." You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.

You enter Enji's stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

You sit in a small chair next to Enji's bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. "You're not really starting to dry up are you?"

Enji sighs before sitting up. "Ever since that day I couldn't get you out of my head." You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.

"Enji this is going beyond inappropriate." The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. "Don't deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face." You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.

Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji's milk has gotten.

Ah, but the thought of Enji's sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.

You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji's thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.

Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.

You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.

Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.

"Harder my little flower." You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.

You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.

"Please, let me be inside you." You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.

Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. "B-Be gentle okay?" You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. "Of course my flower."

In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji's stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.

As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. "Just a little bit longer, flower." His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. "You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce." Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.

"None of my business."

The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you'd have to work extra hard to accommodate him.

"You're doing so well for me flower." You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.

The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.

He was sad that he couldn't bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.

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"It's not funny Keigo!" "Really? I think it's hilarious." You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren't surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.

Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it's godfather.

Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, "Of course you are pregnant, I'm the sire." Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.

"Look, all I'm saying is, don't come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business." You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.

[dollediary]

I Could Make You Feel Better.

jake x fem!reader

overview: female masturbation, dry humping, mutual masturbation(?)

word count: 2.6k

not proof read, so don't mind typos or grammatical errors too much <3

"seriously?!" jake asked you in disbelief. you nodded shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up while he only made a face. "i don't believe it, y/n."

"im serious!" you protested. it may have been hard to believe, but it was true. "really..... i've never...touched myself before," your voice was low as you looked away.

"so let me get this straight. you let me touch you before you could even touch yourself?" he asked, bringing up the time you let him play with you when you two went to the movie theater.

it was a time frame where you two were taking your first steps toward being sexually intimate in public, for the thrill of it, though it was more so for fun rather than something you planned on really getting into.

you shrugged, making him look at you crazy. you guys had done many things in terms of being sexual together such as watching porn together on rave, sexting, sending nudes, etc.

all those times, he's made it clear that he masturbates to and because of you.... he had assumed you did the same. it was a shock to him.

"what?" you laughed, looking at him while he was silent in thought. he had so many questions, so many words he wanted to say but he didn't know how to.

"so do i like... not make you horny or...?" he let his question trail off as he bit his bottom lip, feeling embarrassed to even ask in the first place. you smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"of course i get horny, dumbass," you rolled your eyes."if i didn't enjoy it, i wouldn't keep doing it with you. i like how wet you make me," you responded though he still didn't understand. he sat up properly on the bed and scooted closer to you.

"what do you do to please yourself, then???" jaeyun was an avid masturbator. he probably became more addicted to it after the two of you started sending nudes to each other.

he went from various tabs on pornhub, xvideos, etc., to only relieving himself to your pictures and videos... which really amplified the results. to think you haven't done the same with him is crazy.

"i thought what we did was pleasure on its own, i never really felt the need to do anything more," you shrugged, crossing your legs. he looked at you and licked his lips.

"you should try it, and use the videos i sent you while you're at it," he said, biting his bottom lip. you nodded slightly and picked your phone up to look at the time.

"i should get going, don't like leaving the pet home alone too long," you said, getting up from his bed, he nodded and got up with you walking behind you to the door.

he gave you a kiss before you left and continued thinking about the conversation you two just had as he walked back to his room. needless to say, he let his mind and hand wander.

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you and jaeyun were laying down on his bed watching t.v. the two of you hadn't been doing anything special, and frankly you were still sweaty from a hot day at work.

you would've showered sooner, but he insisted you lay with him as a "sorry" for being too busy working overtime to spend time with him.

hating the fact that you had been basically sitting in your own filth for maybe the past thirty minutes, you decided to get up and shower. "you got some clothes i can put on?" you asked.

"yeah, go ahead. i'll have em at the bottom of the bed for you," he said not even looking at you...too indulged in the screen i guess. you nodded and grabbed your phone as you made your way into the bathroom.

when you got in there, you undressed yourself, ran a bubble bath, and put a towel out to use when you were done. you went to grab your phone to turn on some music, looking at your wallpaper that was a picture you took of him.

...maybe i should try now? you thought to yourself. you locked the door quietly and slipped into the steamy tub opening your locked images in your gallery going to the folder you made of his pics and vids.

you went to one of his most recent nut videos he sent you, when you guys were exchanging nudes, and played it. your eyes watched intently, trying to take in everything that was going on as if you were seeing it for the first time.

you watched as his hand slowly stroked his cock in an up and down motion, tightening once it was at the top and such. you turned the volume up to hear his small grunts and shaky breaths he let out as he kept going.

you felt a small electric in your stomach and took your free hand to take a quick swipe down to see you were getting wet. you opened your legs, deciding to just get it out the way. and thank god jake loved filming long videos.

you used your finger to turn the volume up more as you let your hand trail down to your clit as you started rubbing slow circles to match the pace he was going. your breathing became irregular as you sped up to keep up with him.

your body, wanting to climax when he does, started forming a knot in your stomach as you felt yourself start shaking. seeing from the video, he was shaking and getting louder, ready to bust.

you bit your lip and kept his speed up feeling yourself getting ready to cum, his hand started shaking the same way yours were as his semen spit out with every stroke he made, though he stopped after a few.

you kept going, closing your eyes as you forced your high out to its fullest extent, twitching more as you bit your lip harder. after a few more seconds of that, you stopped and pulled your hand away feeling the last seconds of pleasure left behind.

you let your breathing go back to normal as you looked at the remainder of the video, which was jake turning the camera around to give you a corny ass smile with a thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes and exited out of your gallery, putting your phone aside as you watched yourself up completely. after you finished, you got out of the tub and wrapped yourself up, walking out the bathroom to see jake had put some clothes for you to wear at the bottom of the bed.

you unfolded the towel and dried yourself off while he watched you intently from his spot. you looked over to him and smiled as he quickly looked away, biting his lip.

you finished getting dressed and laid down next to him on the bed, burying your face into his side. "you smell good," you mumbled into his shirt. he hummed in response.

"pay attention to me, jaeyun...i did it," you mumbled again. he turned to look down at you to see you had a cheeky smile on your face as you looked back up at him.

"did what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. your smile only grew wider as you closed your eyes thinking back to that amazing feeling you felt, though you couldn't recreate it to its fullest extent.

"i masturbated~" you sang out. "and to that video you sent last week, it felt so good. i think i overstimulated, too," you continued, though he didn't seem to care so much. he only responded with a shrug and looked back to the t.v.

"how do you know if you really came, though?" he laughed, not even looking your way. you furrowed your eyebrows as you removed yourself from him, sitting up to look at him crazy.

"uh- i'm pretty sure i know what it feels like," you argued, feeling defensive about it. what you just experienced couldn't be you assuming you came. "it's the same way you would know."

"i don't think you have," jake persisted, sitting up. he placed his hands on your ass as he pulled you up onto his lap. you looked away from him feeling annoyed with how he was acting.

he took your turned head as an opportunity to start kissing on your neck. you closed your eyes, humming. but you realized what he was doing and quickly bit your lip as you opened your eyes again. "i think i know my body more than you do, asshole."

"don't get smart with me," his accent and deepened voice grumbled against your skin, making you shiver. he started biting down on your skin, leaving hickeys. you didn't protest and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i don't...like you doubting...me," you breathed out, losing track of your thoughts as your body decided to focus more on what he was doing to you.

he wasn't just leaving love bites on your neck, he was also itching his way up your bare thigh and as he rubbed circles, it made you wet in no time. "i'm not. im just not really sure you know what that is."

"even if you do, don't you think i could make you feel better?" you couldn't decide whether you loved or hated what his choice of tone was doing to you. you always loved his accent, and how he deepened his voice when he wanted to get something out of you... but this is the time you stand your ground against him.

and it's a fight you were losing because of how easily he could seduce you. "...no," you managed to get out, making his movements stop for a second before he continued what he was doing.

he didn't say anything, but he grabbed your chin in-between his index finger and thumb forcing you to look him in the eyes. you wanted to melt under his gaze, but before you could react he pulled you into a kiss not wasting anytime, basically attacking your lips.

he wouldn't even let you get a breath of air, pulling you back into the kiss with his hand on the back of your neck, forcefully, only letting you breathe when he himself needed to. he slid his hand up your shirt making you shiver at how cold it was against your skin.

he pulled away from the kiss, only to place his tongue along your jawline, licking up to your ears leaving kisses. his hand was now massaging your breast, pinching your nipple every now and then. you mentally thanked yourself for not putting a bra on.

his lips met yours again as you allowed his tongue to slip in, swirling around yours as you sucked on his every now and then. he pulled away and looked you in the eyes out of breath before he immediately

his hands were feeling all over your clothed body. "i'm gonna take this off," he breathed into your ear, tugging at the end of your shirt, making you nod as you lifted your arms up to make it easier for him to take it off of you.

his mouth immediately found its way to suck on your left breast, as he squeezed the other one with his hand. you hummed, biting your lip as you felt your hand go down to play with the hem of your panties.

you slipped your hand in, making your way down to your clit to relieve some of the throbbing. but before you could start rubbing, jake snatched your hand out. he unlatched his mouth from you before he grabbed your chin the way he did before, except more roughly. "stop being needy, i'm gonna give you what you want."

you smiled and nodded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks from the way he handled you. this time, he kept your chin in his hold only changing it to hold with his four fingers, using his thumb to rest on your lip. "open," he said, pulling your bottom lip down. you did as you were told, opening your mouth a little, though he didn't seem to be pleased by it since he used his thumb to open it more.

"stick your tongue out," he whispered, biting his lip, not bothering to move his thumb as your tongue lay on top of it. first he gave you open mouth kisses, moving with his tongue to be on top of yours before the both of you closed your mouths to finish the kiss.

it was a lovely sound and feeling, making you get wetter by the minute. you especially grew weak in the knees when he added tongue sucking into the combo as he continued. you moved your hips forward as you tried to scoot closer to him to break the distance between your bodies, earning a groan into the kiss from him.

"fuck, keep doing that," he said, moving. his hands to place them firmly on your waist, helping your movement. he threw his head back as you repositioned yourself on his left thigh, enjoying the feeling of his erection in his basketball shorts on your clit.

by now you were more than soaked, and from all the teasing and stalling he had done, you were ready to climax. "jaeyun, i'm gonna cum," you breathed out, speeding up your speed, ready to finally cum. he, knowing he wasn't near his yet, only closed his eyes and nodded.

"cum for me, baby," his grip on your waist tightenedto keep you steady as you kept riding his thigh, feeling your breathing speed up as a knot formed in your stomach. after a few more seconds of that, you finally felt the high hit, sending electric chills all over your body.

jake french kissed you while lifting you up so he could quickly pull his shorts and boxers down before placing you back down. soon enough, you were back on his (now naked) thigh, his dick being between your thighs, his hands on your hips, moving at a quick but steady pace.

you couldn't hold back your moans as jake forced you to keep going, pushing you down on his erection more, then resorting to lifting you up enough so that he could hump you easier. feeling himself come closer to his climax, he took you off his lap, before kneeling in between your legs, stroking himself while looking you directly in the eyes.

you didn't hesitate to reach your hand up to his cock to help him finish, but he only moved it away shaking his head. "i wanna nut on your face," he said, making you get wet again. you nodded and stayed still, seeing that was really all you could do since he looked close.

his eyes fighting so hard to stay open as he continued, he finally started spurting out semen while letting out a throaty moan. it landed on your tits, some landed on your lips, even some on your eyelashes and forehead. he stroked himself a few more times, before he stopped from the pain of overstimulation.

when he got his breathing back to a norm, he quickly went to get a towel to clean up the mess, leaving you sitting there. you wiped some of the cum off your eyes, then licked the cum that happened to land on your lips.

when he came back, he wiped off the excess, laying beside you. though you both were sweaty and gross, you both had an unspoken agreement to just wash up in the morning. he turned to you with his signature smile. "now wasn't that better than before?"

you rolled your eyes at him. in all honesty, you forgot all about what happened earlier. so, sadly jake ended up winning the 'argument'. looking everywhere but his eyes, you reluctantly nodded. "yeah. you win this time i guess."

"YES!" he said, smiling wider. he pulled you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head. "it's okay, baby. we both knew i would win in the end."