#maybe embarrassingly so but yk

[nervocat]

Guys I'm so happy that I aced my test in bio bc like that was (and is) actually so shocking to me.. I thought I did so bad like omgggg and then I also got a 100 on the practice test too like.. woah man....

[just-spacetrash]

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[vampiremourning]

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[stick-named-figure]

somewhat long winded and ramble-y musing below the cut. tenuously related to ava but mostly personal.

i think another reason that ava/m (ava especially of course) appealed to us so much is that it's very obviously an interaction between art and the artist. And also creation and creator (which is a separate but similar category) which is something that I've craved in works for a very long time but only recently really came to that realization through trying to see why AVA stuck around with me for so long.

I think it's this sort of idea that art says something about a person (Which is not an invitation to try and make statements about me from my art by the way) but the emotions I try to throw out through art.

This post kind of materialized because I was thinking about whether I should tag my self shipping art as AVM ships, since of course my sona is not canonical [citation needed]. I then figured that blocking the tag "sona" would accomplish the same effect, since I have no real intention of drawing said sona outside of self ship art.

And then I started thinking, this sona exists only in relation to another. I am someone who has had sonas in the past that were very much individual from others (as in had no prerequisite others to include for their existence in art) but Eve, as a sona and a self, exists as a necessity for others. My canonical pronouns are not known but Eve's (sona) are meant to match King's.

(Because I'm about to just start saying things, I have to mention that I'm well aware my relation to identities [especially my own] is not the average experience).

Along these lines I've also realized that the rest of my self perception is primarily built out of the way I am experienced by others, and thus my self is then a group project. This is reminiscent of egregores but I can only read so much on occultism before I start seeing conspiratorial lines of thought that trouble me. However, the point remains that I perceive myself as non-human but rather than in a "diminutive" manner (such as common things as animals or small things) it's in more of an abstraction of behavior and perception.

Which is then maybe a long winded way of saying that I have introspected the self out of myself. I was rather obsessed with labeling myself a few years ago (or, pointedly, finding "respectable" terms for myself that were not too out there) and have since long passed into a label-less state. This seems to have come about at the expense of my identity then as well, down to the point where I was nameless for a few months[1][2].

I'm not so sure I find myself distressed by this lack of self, since it seems mostly other's prerogative to label and classify me to whatever is most convenient for them. So it's that way that I think I find myself basing myself on others perception. Because I don't really have the time or energy to find a self in here that I can pin down and make into a solid object. If I try it will slip away eventually anyway.

I think that I change every day. And if I tried to find something to cling to then it would dissolve so quickly I'd be trying to hold water in my hands. And for a very long time I have been ashamed and nervous about how I treat myself and my interests since they never seem to stick around (which is in great part because of my ADHD and autism from what I understand) but understanding it like this seems much more relaxing, that I am what I need to be in each moment and then allow myself to change when the path is the one of least resistance.

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I might as well start using footnotes. As offline life often requires, I still went by some name. However, even in my most "genuine" states I found a lack of a name appropriate.

It should also be stated that Eve was picked as a rather quick choice because I had jokingly adopted another friend's name and was soon going to be visiting her. I could probably make some literary analysis on that choice because I'm already treating myself as a character.

[strawberrykidneystone]

put her canine teeth in the side of my neck

summary: you’re lest’s favorite client, but her services aren’t free

a/n: yk that saying of the devil works hard but fan fiction writers work harder? yeah.

tags: fluff, making out, dry humping, drug use, lest is transfem, female reader, biting

ao3 version

you tentatively knocked at the door with your hood up over your head, glancing back to make sure no one had followed you. lest opened the door with a hum and stepped to the side, an open invitation that you happily took. shucking off your cloak and setting it on one of the hooks by the front door, you made yourself at home on her couch.

lest was in a comfortable purple skirt with slits up the side and a simple strappy white tank top. she strode into the living room where you were lounging, her hips swaying side to side in a very purposeful way. glancing over to her as she leaned down with an intentional arch in her back, she could feel your eyes burning into her ass. your mouth salivated a little which you embarrassingly gulped down, turning your gaze away quickly as she straightened up. with the shimmer paintbrush in her hand, she kneeled down next to the couch and started painting a twirling pattern on your wrist.

lest continued to paint patterns and gently dragged the paintbrush up your arm, ending with a swirl around your bicep that matched the other patterned brush strokes adorning your skin. a familiar buzz worked its way into your bloodstream as the shimmer traveled through your veins, giving you eyes a purple glow at the peak of your digestion. your body sagged with relaxation and a euphoric sigh left your lips.

currently, you were in lest’s shoebox apartment draped over her velvet flea market couch with faded tassels lining the edges. some were missing while others had very few strings left, but she had the couch re-stuffed and replaced the springs so it felt like new. she usually insisted on traveling to her client's houses instead of letting them into her home, but you were a lifelong friend, so she didn’t mind. maybe a friend was the wrong way of putting it, friends don’t usually kiss.

seeing as you were properly satiated, lest turned to her own vice of smoking through a pipe. while she mainly worked with clients who preferred being painted, she always smoked. if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it you supposed to yourself.

she carefully set the brush into its proper case and stuffed it into her doctors' bag. picking up her pipe from the coffee table, she took a long drag and blew the air straight up. you watched as the purple clouds danced in the air and slowly dissipated as if it were never there in the first place.

was she always this pretty or did the shimmer haze just make her seem more ethereal?

she climbed on all fours onto the couch and straddled your lap. your hands connected to her hips and squeezed the soft flesh. rubbing her sides to slightly pull up her shirt, you softly dug your fingers into her fur and felt her shiver above you. she took a long drag from her glass pipe and blew the purple smoke into your face, which you happily inhaled.

she set the pipe down on the table and started rocking her hips against yours, a soft moan sighed from her lips. leaning forward, she panted her hands on either side of your head. you met her rocking by thrusting your hips up against her, arching your back against the couch and zeroing in on her lips. she chuckled at your eagerness, you were always so needy when you were high.

she pressed her lips against yours, her canines quickly nipping your bottom lip for access into your mouth. the taste of the shimmer smoke flooding your mouth as your tongue danced with hers, her sandpaper-like tongue ticking your wet muscle. you giggled into the kiss and she smiled against your lips.

you felt her bulge pressing against you and you’re sure that she could feel the wetness soaking your underwear that was surely moistening your pants. a loud purring started in her chest as she continued to lazily grind again you, kissing down your neck. she licked up the side of your neck, smirking as you squirmed beneath her and held back your giggles. your hands trailed down her waist and gripped the flesh of her ass, needily bucking up against her with a whine. she scraped her sharp teeth against your neck, sinking them in shallowly at the junction between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped as she sunk her teeth into your skin, pleasure quickly overcoming the initial pain that you felt.

she pulled back and gently licked at the bite mark, burying her face in your neck with a deep sigh. you hummed and closed your eyes, rubbing her back as the tones of her purring slowly lulled you to sleep. while the shimmer was nice in your system, holding lest in your arm was better than any drug.

part 2

[walpu]

Hello hello 🫂 how are you? I hope you're well! This is my first time request 🏃 feel free to ignore

I was thinking that reader just bought a house and now having troubles with paying the electric bill and water bill they couldn't even prepare a proper meal for themselves, so the reader decided to put on a website open one spot for a roommate with a condition of course. Here where Aventurine found the website and saw who it was.. the person who helped him once, would they remember him anyway? and Aventurine decided to sign up and meet the reader at reader place, discussing about the agreement and spilt who was paying the bill. not Aventurine mind he decided to pay full bill and buy groceries anyway stlas of course he got scolded

Eventually they got close,, close friends even.. reader started taking interest into Aventurine liking, well reader doesn't know he's a gambler ((or is he?)) Overtime,, Aventurine started to become more touchy, well reader doesn't mind it since they adore love affection,, well sometimes they got flustered when Aventurine touch becomes more bold ((yk what I mean?)) Not until they got pinned down OR Aventurine the one got pinned down?

This is too long hhh I love your HC Aventurine 🫂 (it's yummy) have a good day!

Hello!! Thank you so much, I hope I got it right since I wasn't sure if I should make in into a modern au or make it canon compliant (spoiler I've ended up with the second option)

being roommates with Aventurine

notes - gn!reader, fluffy, hurt/comfort (sort of?), no beta

Considering Aven's leaked story, it'd pretty much canon that Aventurine doesn't forger people who helped him at least once. Which is not that surprising, when you think of it. Not many people were kind enough to land him a hand without expecting something in return.

He found the website by pure coincidence. Another case of his luck working in mysterious ways.

He recognizes your face immediately. Like, almost embarrassingly fast.

But, you know, whatever, not like you remember him, right? He sends you a random sum of money as a thank you for helping him in the past, not elaborating on who he is and why he's paying you. Scared you shitless I bet. But other than that, he doesn't see any need to reach out.

Except he just can't stop thinking about this add.

He never had comfortable living conditions before he joined the IPC. It would be a huge luck for him and his sister to have something soft to sleep on. And after he lost her, after he was shackled, caged, stripped of his pride... Well, not the memories he likes to go back to.

Now he has a huge apartment and a comfortable bed, a privilege to sleep under a warm blanket. Yet he has no one who would be there for him to distract him after a nightmare, no one to make this place feel like a home. It's a beautiful golden cage, nothing more.

Meeting you to talk about your add was a whim. Something to do for fun, really. A way to distract himself. Maybe he'll just see how are you are doing. Maybe you'll remember him.

Well, you don't. He signs the arrangement anyway, mentally beating himself up for it. Stupid. Pathetic.

But... you really look the same. Like you didn't change one bit since the day you showed him that small amount of kindness.

He'll just pay off his debt. That what he tells himself. He doesn't even have to live with you, just pay his half of the bills for some time. He may be a cunning businessman but hey, he has a reputation to uphold (at least for his own sake, since you have no idea about the mental gymnastics he's doing), he can't just let his benefactor starve!

Also, it's a bit funny to look at your reactions. You may not knows he's one of the Ten Stonehearts but you're not stupid, it's obvious he's not the last person in the IPC. Why would a guy like him need a roommate??? Also, he lies to you that the money you received earlier were just a prepayment, he just forgot to elaborate when he sent it. Shady. How tf did he learn you card information to send you the money. What a weird guy. Up to no good, it seems.

He can't help but laugh in amusement, seeing you squirm. But hey, not like you have a lot of options, right? You gotta take him in~

At first he doesn't plan on staying at your place, like, at all. Maybe once or twice a month so you wouldn't freak out about his "suspicious" absents.

But... You're fun. Fun to be around, fun to tease. You recognize his Sigonian eyes but you don't say anything. You don't try to get into his personal space but you also seem to be sensitive to his subtle mood changes. You don't try to be overly nice and don't ask for his money, his luck, nothing of sorts. It's the bare minimum, even lower than the bare minimum, it's just basic human decency yet it makes him feel warm.

Like, look at his and Ratio's relationship in canon. Ratio may not be the nicest and the most polite person but he treats Aventurine with respect and look at how Aventurine behaves around him. He's more relaxed and playful, genuinely lookin for some kind friendly companionship. So like I'm 100% sure that despite his "ohhh you can use and betray me," approach this man is such a sucker for any sort of sincerity. He's just friendless and miserable let me bite him.

So anyway, he sticks around far more often than he planed. Even if he has every right to do so as your literal roommate, he still feels like compensating it by paying for all of your bills, just because he can. Maybe it will make you happy with him, maybe you'll start needing him, maybe you'll be happy with him staying by your side.

Well. He gets scolded. Apparently, being roommates doesn't work like that. He refuse your attempts to pay him off your part off the bills though.

"You can make it up to me some other way. For instance... Let's play a game, shall we?"

He is knows for making the situation favorable for himself, after all.

Just like that, you slowly get closer. He teaches you to play card games, even offers to take you to the casino with him. Jokingly, of course. There are a lot of dangerous people who want him gone there, after all.

His heart flatters every time when you take the initiative to know him better.

"Soon enough you'll master me in this, dear" he says playfully, his hand brushing against yours as he takes the cards from you.

Aeons, the touches. Touches! He never took a notice of how him and his sister would accidentally brush against each other when they were still by each other's side. It was natural, after all. After her death, he didn't have anyone to be close with, no one to relax around. And now he has you. You're not family, he's not even sure if he can call you a friend (what is friendship anyway?? he can playfully call you his friend here and there but if he would call you this with all seriousness, would you run? would you pull away? stupid, stupid, unreasonable thoughts). So with this unclear relationship, how can he handle the touches when there are so many of them? Most of them are casual, accidental. Yet he can't just simply ignore them. Even if you can... (local gambler finds out not everyone is as touch-starved as him more at eleven).

He does the only thing he knows. Tries to be bolder. It's a risk, sure, you may easily push him away. But we all know he's a gambler and a great one too.

Anyway, you don't push him away and he's lost because, apparently, you don't mind him clinging to your side and whining when he's tired. And you don't mind him hugging your arm when he teaches you another card game. And you don't mind him hugging you from behind when you cook something for both of you. Btw him discovering the comfort of living together with someone and sharing chores, getting used to each other's patterns and such is another huge thing but I'll run out of words soon so maybe I'll leave this for another time.

Okay back to the topic. You don't push him away even if he was secretly expecting just that. It's just too good to be true, no?

Well. You start being affectionate as well. Now what.

He can't just stop now, even if he feels like he should. It's all too new, to scarry. But it's so good. Leaning into your hand when you caress his hair, falling asleep on your shoulder. Your soft eyes on him. You waiting for him to come back home.

He gets even bolder, more touchy. You'll push him away soon enough and, at least, this sweet delusion will end. And before that, he at least can see your flustered expression when his cold fingers slide under your shirt, holding onto your waist.

"What exactly are you doing?" you ask him one day and he thinks that's it. You're fed up. You'll push him away now.

Instead you push him on the couch, pinning him down, looking at him with unreadable but intense gaze. Seems like it's his turn to get flustered.

"Oh? Did I cross a line, my dear?" he asks with a laugh that was supposed to be playful but ended up being shaky. Damn you and your charm, you make him too weak. And instead of being merciful, you just chuckle at his struggles!

Tease him back!!!!! Kiss his cheeks!!!! Or his lips!!! In this moment, he's all yours. You want to cuddle? He'll be happy to. You want something more intimate? He will oblige. Just let him know you want push him away no matter what.

[takiflirt]

hi 👉🏻👈🏻

i really like your works, i especially liked harua one (because i’m harua biased so😭), so i wanted to request🫣 do you have any euijoo thoughts…?

also, may i be the 🍓 anon?

— kinks euijoo would have.

note: of course you may be my strawberry anon. thank you for requesting, i’m glad you like my works. i appreciate you a lot ♡ word count: 0.3k

oppa kink. luné smut tumblr all agree on this. would probably love being called oppa by you; more than any other nickname. being called oppa makes him feel really dominant.

dacryphilia. gets embarrassingly horny whenever you cry lmfao. even though he gets hard to the thought of you crying under him, he still will be a sweetheart in bed, providing you with comfort and hair strokes, pretending he doesn’t like seeing you cry lmao. (i fully believe he cannot be a hard dom. he is too sweet.)

size kink. yk maybe it’s because i have a size kink but i swear andteam is full of size kink lovers. (maybe because they’re all giants too idk) but this one literally is confirmed like ?!?!??11!?!??111? if you haven’t seen it here euijoo literally said he likes short girls kabzkanskwjskkss im gonna have a breakdown what a good day to be 158cm.

oral fixation. loves eating you out and making you feel good. i believe he’s one of the members (alongside jo, fuma, taki and harua) that prefers to pleasure you, instead of having you do all the work. but that’s for another day xx (those five are the pillow princess lovers line i swear)

bondage. nothing turns him on more than seeing you tied up and unable to move from his touch. it literally doesn’t matter what you’re tied up with or to, he doesn’t care. you could be tied up with rope to the bed frame or with a rubber band tied around your hands and he would still get horny either way.

© takiflirt. all rights reserved

[lyinginthesnow]

just finished the bear and i wanna talk about sydneyyyyy. specifically her fear of her own naivete. it’s like. she needs to believe in herself to stay motivated, but she’s constantly aware that if she fails, that ambition will be viewed as foolishness like it did with her catering company. her strengths (thinking outside the box, willingness to take risks, commitment to her goals) are double edged. maybe she has what it takes to make it, or maybe she’s got herself in too deep with something that was doomed to fail from the start.

but this insecurity around her potential naïveté doesn’t work great for her when it comes to being taken seriously, i.e. .. perceived as not naive. she closely monitors everything, including her partnership with carmy — did she make the wrong choice in a business partner? she’s paranoid that everything that goes wrong is proof of her poor judgement. but carmy, far more secure in his position, does not have the same anxieties about syd in return. so when her fear is expressed, she comes off as overly anxious and nitpicky, which can lead to her being dismissed. the scene where she confronts carmy for not telling her they’re knocking down the walls is a good example. he responds sarcastically, downplaying the issue, as though she has unreasonable expectations of him. (“What? Sorry. You would have preferred that we…?”). to save face, sydney opts to match his tone. but this ultimately undermines her position because, though carmy does eventually concede and apologize, the confrontation has gone from a genuine expression of concern to an exciting drama, as richie points out by going “ooooohhh!”. carmy may have lost the argument but he won the room, because sydney, by retreating from authenticity to flippant banter to be taken seriously, trivialized her own position.

god she’s such an interesting character to me. her fear of being naive, or perceived as naive, often leads to that very outcome. she second guesses everything to the point of having expectations that other people deem unreasonable. she bites off more than she can chew, and then, embarrassingly, she has to spit it back out. yk. and this is not to say her concerns are invalid (her frustration w carmy is warranted), only to say that her neuroses in this area feed into her mounting doubts, and the way she expresses them, in a sort of feedback loop, and this increases more and more as the stakes rise. there is no way to hold back, or hesitate. she needs to commit to giving the bear everything she has. but what if that commitment is just recklessness? what if that risk tasking is just foolish? if she truly is being naive, how can she know that? the harder she commits to her goals, the deeper her fear, the deeper her need to commit to something…… anyway.

[thechaoticplayer]

politely requesting possessive sex with melo and hex where they fucking fight over the reader and try to get her to say their name instead of the other please i am so feral for them

Author's note: whore 🤡🤡🤡 bro said I'm taking two at once that's crazy (btw I tried to make it longer for u but yk I suck)

Summary: possessive sex with lady meloco and sir hex who are in a damn competition to see who's name comes out your mouth first bc siblings are like that

Contains: nsfw content, possessiveness, praise, x fem reader, meloco x reader x hex, disgusting and pathetic smut again, very tiny degrading, 2 rounds, blowjob, pussy eating etc None of my works are proofread my kitten whiskers

You didn't exactly remember how you got in this position, sat in front of a mirror and being forced to watch as MELOCO KYORAN plays with your bundle of nerves, while you sit impaled by HEX HAYWIRE's girth with the occasional thrust up into your core that made you see stars.

"You feel good, pretty girl?" Melo asks with a small pinch that makes you whine in response. "Awww, so cute. Only I could ever get those noises out of you."

The last sentence targeted at Hex who simply scoffs. And with a thrust, you slap a hand over your mouth with a moan. "Sure, you can get her to whimper and whine, but i can get her to moan."

Melo glares at Hex, who glares back. You could feel the tension start to rise in the room, and sweat behinds to collect on the back of your neck. You would know what happens next.

Both start leaving marks and kisses down your soft throat, not even going easy on you. The harsh bites left you gasping, face reddening as they suckle on your flesh, all the while seeming to growl at each other like territorial animals. You couldn't do much about it, since it was they who could decide when you can cum. Melo was still toying with your clit, the incoming orgasms slowly approaching.

"Well if you think you can such sounds out of her, can you get her to say your name?" Melo cooes, massaging your clit at a faster rate.

You choke back a sob, resting your head back onto Hex's back. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels you squeeze around cock. Just as you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap, her fingers pulls away.

"I can get her to say my name before yours," Hex declares, the reason why Melo's fingers were now in the air and not in between your legs was him, who at the very last second snatched it away. Your essence dripped down her fingers and Melo jerked her hand out of his grip, sticking a tongue out at him before licking up the juices.

"Please..." you plead softly, squirming on the therapist's lap.

"Oh... fuck, princess give me a second," Hex whispers in your ear, before rising to his feet and bringing you with him. The sudden movement against your sensitivity causes you to whine in slight protest.

In a flash, the exorcist takes her place before you, squishing you in between the two student council members. One of her hands cups your bare breast, her thumb brushing over the hardening nipple and the other back to your swollen cunt. Hex still deep inside, chuckles in your ear.

"She was mine first, I set my eyes on her first," Melo says, narrowing her eyes at Hex.

"Well, you weren't the one who made the first move, did you now?" Hex counters, with a roll of his hips. Your eyes flutter shut, trying to suppress any noises from further slipping.

"Well, i touched her first!"

While they were bickering back and forth, your core drips onto the floor, embarrassingly so. Still sheathed in Hex's cock with occasional thrusts and Melo's ministrations on both your clit and nipple, only amplified the rejected orgasm. You begin panting like a bitch in heat, bucking into either with a soft whimper.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" Melo suddenly asks, her hand now tilting your chin up to look at her as tears form in your eyes. "Aww, you want to cum right?" You nod desperately. "Maybe if you moan my name first, I'll let you cum first."

Hex practically rolls his eyes back into his skull, slowly exiting your entrance before slamming hard back into you, his hands tight on your hips to keep you from falling forward. You cry out, gripping onto the excostist's shoulders for stability.

"Cmon love," Hex says into your ear, hands traveling your sides. "Say my name."

"No, say mine."

Your breaths get heavy as both begin to fuck into you at the same time, Melo trapping your mouth in a passionate kiss as Hex takes possession of your throat once more. His slow thrusts into you and her skilled fingers rubbing circles against you.

"She's mine," Hex growls at his classmate, slapping your ass to make you squeal against her lips.

"No, she is not!" Melo argues, bending down slightly to pop a nipple into her mouth. Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure growing in the base of your stomach. You grip Melo's hair to press her further into you, and you reach up to Hex's face to caress it shakily.

Both seem to pause for only a moment, realizing you refusing to pick a side.

"What a naughty naughty girl you are," Melo tsks, drawing away from your swollen nipple. "Come on, cum for me."

Hex's shoves himself deep into you, nearly brushing against your cervix. "Cum for me too, darling."

Your cries increase in volume as you throw your head back against the taller, panting and moaning as the two make quick work of you. In a matter of seconds, the cord inside you snap as you released hard all over both Melo's hand and the therapist's length. Even more of your essence dripped onto the floor.

The two of them pull away, Hex's girth slowly dragging against your walls as he holds you upright. Melo cleans of her fingers, eyeing you like a cat would a mouse.

"Kneel," both the therapist and exorcist says in unison.

You look between them in a half dazed, half confused state. "...what?"

"On the floor, princess," Hex repeats, pushing down on your shoulders so you naturally give in, sitting in your own puddle of arousal. He moves to stand in front of you, his cock right in your view and in vicinity. "I want you to suck me off love."

"And i..." Melo drops to the floor as well, lays down and gestures to her face. "Come down here so you can sit on my face."

Your face flushes. What a dirty, dirty thing they had come up with! Round two already? You tried your best to ignore the growing flame in the pit of your tummy, squeezing your thighs together.

"Cmon princess, we don't have all day," Hex gently chides and you slowly get up and over Melo. "Good girl."

As you were about to carefully seat yourself on Melo's mouth, she grips your thighs, sharp nails digging in and shoves you down. A moan rips from your chest, mouth open and Hex took the opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth.

Hex groans at how good your mouth feels, pistoning in and out of your mouth easily, his fat tip already leaking pre cum and hitting the back of your throat each and every time. It almost made you gag a couple of times, tears running down your face.

Melo makes a mess out of your pussy, slurping all your arousal and sucking hard on your clit. Her tongue flicks in and out of your entrance and you clench around seemingly nothing. Melo moans into your scalding pussy and this shoots electricity up your spine, eliciting a moan out of your around Hex's dick.

"Fuck," Hex groans, grasping your hair hard as your eyes flutter shut. "Who's a good slut, hmm? Moan for me. I know you have a lot in your mouth right now sweetheart, but cmon, moan my name for me."

Teeth grazes your clit and you nearly jump. Clearly, Melo physically voiced her opinion as well. You knew she wanted you to moan her name, not the therapist.

You suck greedily on Hex's length, getting an approving hum in reward. Melo spreads your folds wider, tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. You ride her face hard, and received another approving hum from the exorcist this time.

Yet again, another orgasm tears through your body, causing you to shudder from head to toe with a drawn out moan. Melo helps you ride out your orgasm, her rough sucking decreasing to small kitten licks, cleaning you up.

Hex helps you dress again as Melo continues cleaning you up, exchanging glances with one another as you try to regain your breath.

"She didn't say either of our names today," Melo notes, letting you rest your head in her lap and she rubs your shoulder.

"That's alright," Hex responds simply. "We'll get her to next time."

Your eyes visibly widen at that.

What the hell does he mean, next time?

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omg omg proud you got your request inbox finished babe 💓

so i got a request hehe, so yk how i love my baby matty, was wondering if you could write a smutty drabble with the prompt “ride me sweetheart, i know you can” 🤭

thanks babe 💗

BABE!! aaaah thank you, thank you! I made him a lil subby for you, I know how you like him like that😚 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also, omg?! it’s been ages since I wrote matt, maybe 2 months!!?!

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I know you can

matt murdock x fem!reader

— word count: 304

— warnings: 18+ only sexually explicit content mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

When Matt was desperate, he was desperate.

Sometimes, after a night on patrol, he would seek the sexual comfort of you, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of you wrapped around him. But often, on those times, he would feel far too beaten to give it to you. 

He would be laid on the sofa, sprawled out with you straddling his lower stomach, his hands firmly gripped around your waist. 

"Fuck—" he mutters into your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. "You've been on my mind all night."

"Yeah?" you breathlessly reply, breaking the kiss to look at him.

"Mhm," he hums, lightly tugging your bottom lip with his teeth, bringing you back to him. "All day," he husks, bruising your lips with a harsh kiss. "And all night."

Matt's hands travel down, kneading into the dough of your thighs, directing you towards his aching hard-on. 

"See?" he says in barely a whisper. "Ride me, sweetheart— please?" he murmurs against your lips, his tone embarrassingly needy. "Please? I know you can."

Matt didn't often beg, but when he did- it would drive you crazy. His little pleas and whines would throw you completely, leaving you a desperate mess.

"Yeah?" you mumble, replying in that same seductive tone you know he loves. "Would that make you feel good?" you ask, raking through the roots of his hair as you kiss along his jaw. "Is that what you want?" 

He urgently nods, his grip around your thighs tightening. "So bad," he whispers, winding his hips up into the clothed warmth between your thighs. 

You trail kisses down his throat and chest as you shimmy down him, pausing once you straddle his thighs. Your fingers move slow and tempting as they dance over the tent in his boxers. 

"I know," you coo. "I know."

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[cosmobrain00]

embarrassingly genuine of me to have this on main but. u ever care for someone so much it’d somehow feel odd to ever put any label or word on it. care or like or love or even adoration doesnt really do bc they never tell the whole story yk? same with anything else really, saying u feel a deep fondness for someone or trying to convey the specific type of warmth u get from them just leaves u sorta gesturing aimlessly n pretty frustrated bc what do u Mean i cant get others to understand that ache in my chest when i think of them thats not even really an ache n. again, u get stuck trying to say this or that n it never cuts it, even if ur the most well spoken person on the planet if u dont find urself suddenly becoming an ineloquent mess ovr trying to describe someone u hold dear in ur heart, r u really doing it right? anyways long ass winded way to say im immensely enjoying my wonderful day out on this v special occasion w my one n only husband rex (“well arent u only engaged?” shove a sock in it u dont get it🙄). gen feeling like the luckiest person on this forsaken rock bc HOW did i get someone as amazing n genuine n perfect as this, aka three words that don't even begin to describe who he actually is because the dictionary is sorely lacking when it comes to this. honestly just someone tht gets me wanting to desperately live out tht fantasy of opening up ur fave person n crawling inside n living right next to their bloody beating heart bc even when ur right beside them its Still not enough. its tht feeling u get when u meet someone n when u get to know them one day ur suddenly hit with the realization of "wow. this was my missing piece all along!!" because i truly feel evryone is born w a person shaped hole in them n life is just one long journey of finding them n finally being able to feel whole at the end of the day. am i being corny w the whole "u complete me" bit? maybe but i think im beyond caring abt that now LMAO. truly something else tht i was able to find my person this early on n im just over here always wondering what the hell i did to deserve someone as lovely n charming as this. watch me pull out a whole list of his good qualities n the paper just keeps unraveling n fills up the entire room im in. n i could do this embarrassing schtick all day baby. i love u when ur gone i love u when ur here i see u in everything no matter what, n truly evry day of misery was worth it bf this since it meant it was all just leading up to meeting u, etc etc. n still none of this rlly even covers it, ive been a writer for years n this whole thing is me realizing u are the one thing that stumps me, someone who ill never be able to put into words properly<3

happy bday ml🫶

[the--firevenus]

Fighting cocolia had severely aged me for couple of years.. God I died once embarrassingly...... anyway HSR spoiler I guess but like I don't fucking believe when they say trailblazer "almost" died in that scene. HE DID DIED TO ME CUZ DID YOU SEE?? HOW THAT LANCE FUCKING PENETRATE THROUGH HIS HEART????

I guess they are the anime protag that too OP to die but holy fuck,, ya know what that mean?✨🕺Angst headcanons fellas🕺✨

I've said it before and I said it again, HSR MC actually had tons of angsts and trauma but acting like it's too cool to handle and or making fun of it, which I'm like same, but this won't stop me from thinking boi oh boi

Do you think they'd do more sacrificially thing again, is this how we got aeons lore now? By them having literally life/dead situations before they were bless again? Like with nanook, trailblazer saw him the aeon "gaze" at him during when? Yeah when this mf about to sacrifice himself LITERALLY FEW HOURS AFTER MARCH AND DAN HENG FOUND HIM AND HE PRACTICALLY A NEW BORN BY THAT POINT (Not physically maybe but technically speaking yk ykk,, ah anyway)..

I love the lore they said so far, I'm literally don't care of meta at the moment cuz the story had hooked me I think, and I'd be in my deep thoughts about trailblazer death and he brushed it off like it's nothing... Caelus my babe... DON'T YOU AT LEAST FEEL A PANG ON YOUR CHEST MAN???? TF?

[terrainofheartfelt]

Sort of inspired by your discussion of Jenny needing to go to London alone to really grow into herself and mature as a person, in an ideal world in which none of the main characters were forcibly tethered to the UES or its more toxic inhabitants post-high school, how do you generally - like broad strokes - imagine them developing as people in college and throughout their twenties? I always wonder where everyone might have ended up had they not been constrained by the type of narrative they were living in, and I’d love to hear any headcanons you have on the subject!

I've been thinking about this on and off since i received it (an embarrassingly - for me - amount of time ago) and now finally feel like I can answer.

because, like, what if we weren't constrained by the harsh realities of making tv? what if the rules meant that they could leave new york?

well, first, let's dovetail off jen moving to london and blossoming, and send eric along with her. he can go to cambridge, or any of the other big name universities in the area, and he and jenny would be flatmates and live their own hilarious queer sitcom of being students in london.

I've already plugged nads' yale au in my answers this evening, but I still really like the idea of dan and blair attending yale, and outside of the maelstrom of manhattan drama, they settle into their own selves and learn they could actually...like each other? and then they fall in LOVE as far as careers, they are the most driven. and we've talked about novelist dan and editress blair and art historian blair and college prof dan.....but lately I've been thinking about blair working in costuming. It's not high fashion design, but I think it's a great synthesis of the things we know blair loves: literature, film, history, art history & fashion history, Evil Dictator of Good Taste, being a specialist and big boss on a niche subject...yeah...

i still enjoy the idea of vanessa being at nyu, or at another arts college in nyc, and making her own way and building her own story (without being boxed in to the secondary character of anyone else's story!) I like the idea of her attending Tisch too, and expanding her skill set into screenwriting in that way.

to plug another au by a friend, S's goodbye stranger introduced the concept of Serena attending Berkeley, and I LOVE it. I love that for her. Berserk-ley. I think that school in that part of the country would be where Serena would really thrive. She becomes a full glamorous SF queen. perhaps she opens a coffee shop. Blair is outwardly mortified but inwardly very proud.

As for Nate, I think he is the character who really should take a gap year. It's never questioned, but the way he is yanked around by the collar those first two seasons, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that nate would decide that he needs some time to figure out what it is he wants. sidebar: bc the serena gap year felt disingenuous in many ways, yk? serena was so eager to leave new york and go to school and study. she likes learning, we see it, and the opportunity to reinvent herself that college would provide....why would she walk away from it? except for TV Reasons. so, I like the thought of nate taking at least a year. traveling, volunteering, maybe he takes a community college course or two. he falls off the grid for a while and he realizes how healthy and how happy he feels without the constant eyes and pressure of his family & gossip girl. and after that time, he's found what he actually wants to do, and goes to school to do it. -- as always, I'm fond of nate working in health care, as a nurse or pt or something, but it could really be anything. teacher? chef? social worker? children's librarian? (actually culinary student nate has come up in convos with ivy & cherry before and I am into it.)

and uhhhhhh i guess chip wiskers can crash his inherited business and money into the ground bc lets be real that fucko would try to launch his own cryptocurrency and since he seems to hold such disdain for education and self-betterment, he stagnates and falls off the face of the earth byeeee

[sotogalmo]

6 (afternoon) — 6:18

StarsAligned AU braindump,,,,, thinking about this AU:3

(Again, I'll continue to say this, the og AU is made by @scribble0rat . This is my version of the AU)

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Okay. I've been working on the biology and the diet a lot. But I've been re-reading/reading some pictures I have gotten for world building. And I've been trying to understand the body of bats and (I suppose) hedgehogs (but I might change the animals!)

I'll be talking about diets, since that will be around the biology of the species: Selíternãmiss. But I'm also thinking of talking about Comet's mentality and such (he is,,, I did kinda talk about his problems and all, I think?) (I'll interchange with Comet and Blackberry, since I bet there's a lot of characters called Comet— so yeah)

But first!

Biology of the species!; First of all. I'll be using arctic animals, as the approach for the Selíternãmisses. They lives on the moon, and the moon is very fucking cold; “Temperatures near the Moon's equator can spike to 250°F (121°C) in daylight, then plummet after nightfall to -208°F (-133°C).” but the whole that, in the old it was said to us, that he never saw the Sun; so in short, im thinking that the rest of his kind, also never saw the Sun. They had to make due with their own light that they produced from the Master Emerald— which also provided for their own fire/fire (without their own body to provide their own body heat, yk?).

Coming from ectotherms(the M.E being their "Sun"; heat from the Sun- ecto; outside) to endotherms(ndo; inside)— once the Master Emerald was taken back to the Echidnas due to (whatever reason; maybe when the echidnas have noticed something wrong with the M.E? Smth smth, maybe similar to what I said in a previous post about StarsAligned?)

Maybe living on their moon would be more similar to the Ice Age? The bigger the Selíter, the more "wooly mammoth" they are? I don't know. That idea just came to me-

Besides that though. Embarrassingly, I'm taking inspiration from Omegaverse (Orphic had it, and well- it's nice-! In the way that the author executed it. It's very interesting to me too... But it also helped in many ways! Just wanna say that). So- yeah. There's that, which can explain the intersex choice; but I will be trying to do it, right-! (Won't be the best though). I'll do my research for it all.

Anyways. That also leads me to talk about the diet! I've been meaning to talk about that part for a long time, actually.

And so, I'll do just that—

Diet is a mix of the spotted bat and hedgehog. But I think, I'll have more emphases on meat, yk? Or maybe, not really since both herbivores and carnivores can survive well in the winter(cold weather) (well, without some changes to what they do in the winter; herbs having a changed digestive system to eat bark, and such. carnis eating on dead bodies/etc. but I think the carnis survive more well in the winter).

I think, though, that they would mainly eat very small animals; bugs and such. To survive. If small "spark demons" can give them energy(spiritual energy), then small bugs can give them energy(for the body). They wouldn't really eat berries and fruits all that much I think.

They need energy, and they need it in a bigger size (bugs for small wild animals) to survive the days (nights?)

Which makes me go back to the biology of the Selíternãmisses. To live in the dark, they either do echolocation or they have good eye sight. Maybe both though.

But I'll probably go with night vision moreso.

And just an idea for the whole diet thing, if ever to go south (which it will, unfortunately). Oh! Before I go and talk about how I have changed some characters that will be inspirations for Blackberry and how he does things, I wanna talk about another thing for the diet and biology; I'm thinking of giving them tusks (from the lower jaw, instead of fangs from the upper jaw. I dunno I just think that tusks would be cool, and with the way it helps some of the animals that I've looked up? Yeah. I think tusks would work for them, but maybe I'll go with both again? I dunno which works well-well though)

Now. Imma say the characters that are going to help me from now on with Comet and the Selíternãmisses;

Horror sans by Sour-Apple-Studios! (he's actually a big help in this,, in some way he helped me with the whole diet and the approach i want to do with Selíternãmisses)

I think that's the only change? Imma keep Silver, Rouge, Gallerian and other characters that I've chosen to help me with Comet. I'm just adding Horror sans, cuz I can and I honestly think it would work in very morbid ways and well- I mean. Comet's whole deal of being the last of his kind, having no memories, and dealing with damage that could at least leave him screaming (but he doesn't!), and then getting small flashbacks of... What I think is fire; the reason why he's the last of his kind. I wouldn't really hold back on how crazy his life would be in a 'sickly peaceful environment' (it's all gone, except anything that is weirdly clean. Everything that made him, him, is gone. His family, and everything. His planet might've been- practically ruined! The animals, the food, etc. I wouldn't pass cannibalism)

[vampyresovereign]

TWISTED CHARACTERS AND THE MUSIC I THINK THEY'D LIKE! (heartslabyul ver.)

i know this is an x reader blog but my tumblr been dry ash lately (cause I don't usually write things that aren't requests) and this is lowkey filler YALL PLEASE SEND REQUESTS. this is also like suspend your disbeliefs in these hcs these artists exist in the TWST universe and stuff haha (edit 6/22/24- edited riddle and trey cause i was on sum at 2am while writing them) -isa<3

ACE TRAPPOLA

I don't think Ace would be a musichead at all (you know, the type of people who lock in when their favorite artists are about to drop an album and stream that shit the day it drops) but I def see him as the type to primarily consume pop, rap, trap, that typa stuff. He strikes me as the kind of guy who likes artists like Drake (pre Kendrick beef LMFAO), Eminem, Post Malone, Carti (though he sucksss), etc. just very consumable hip-hop artists everyone knows. Because he isn't that much of a musichead, he's one of those people who are quick to make assumptions about genres and not try to listen to things outside of their comfort zone. You know, the type of guy that would call Billie Eilish and Melanie Martinez goth/emo. very close minded unfortunately but thats okay we still love him

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce in my opinion would be more musically open minded than Ace, but like by 15%. He's not a stan or anything. Being an honor student doesn't just mean locking in for assignments, but it also means giving everything a shot and not knocking something before you try it. I think he'd have a similar music taste to Ace though. He'd fuck with Post Malone too, but his Spotify wrapped includes artists like SZA, Frank Ocean, Pinkpantheress, etc. Mainly the alternative RNB artists. I also don't have any reason to back this up but I feel like he'd have an embarrassingly soft spot for boy bands, it don't matter where they come from. America, The UK... South Korea.. LMAO IDK I just think he'd fw One Direction, BTS, NSYNC, etc.

CATER DIAMOND

I don't know if this is very well known in the fandom at all, maybe it is, I haven't been on twst tumblr for long, but Cater canonly skateboards. And because of that, I always kind of believed Cater was the type of guy to like pop-punk, nu-metal, just a lot of rock essentially. Unrelated but I also think he'd have the most expressive room (aside from Rook and his Neige/Vil shrine of a room) with like band posters everywhere and gaming console shit YK!! He'd be into pop-punk bands like Sum-41, Blink-182, Good Charlotte, early Fall Out Boy, and some early classics like Ramones. And for nu-metal Korn and Linkin Park. just some shit to feel cool listening to while you're doing triple double backflips on the board or whatever skateboarders be doing LMAO?? I'm more of a rollerskater girl myself.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

a lot of what I see about Riddle on this app are "you know, his mom sheltered him from the outside world and prolly forced him to listen to a lot of classical music so thats what he only consumes!" and to some extent, i agree. the mf would probably play Mozart and Beethoven while he vacuums the dorms common room idk. But I also feel like.. He's been away from his mother long enough and is old enough to take that pole out of his ass and see what the rest of the outside world is doing. you can't tell me once he discovers what youtube/spotify/apple music is he WOULDN'T enjoy alt pop and psychedelic rock. lord help the heartslabyul dorm the only thing they would know for the next 5 months are laufey, arctic monkeys (AM era), and lana del rey (ultraviolence era) + The Beatles, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, The Kinks, etc. he just strikes me as a lover of them slow jams.

TREY CLOVER

honestly, trey wouldn't be that much of a music listener. he'd have some playing in the background while he's baking ofc, but having headphones in while studying or walking to class? No, it's okay. he's fine with the silence. I imagine him to have similar music taste to Riddle. He likes Elton John, early Nirvana, Queen, The Rolling Stones, etc. nothing else to really say!

i'll do savanaclaw next in the morning but don't forget 2 send requests guys. make sure they're mainly malleus, vil and jamil /hj - isa<3

[lixtokki]

nobody like you

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 3.3k rating: 18+ warnings: spanking! marking! possession kink!! unprotected sex a/n: hello i'm back!!!!! a nice long fic for my return hehe. this was half written while i was stoned so yk if there's errors i'm sorry

summary: weeks pass after your breakup with chris and his number continues to burn a hole in your phone.

your friends had given you every reasonable explanation under the sun to block chris’ number, to completely rid your life of his presence. you’d blocked his social media accounts, you’d taken back the spare key to your apartment, you’d even changed the netflix password. but, night after night, your thumb hovered warily over the ‘block contact’ prompt in your phone. press it and he’s gone, it was that simple. maybe that’s why you hesitate. 

everyone had warned you it was no good to leave a communication line open between you. apparently chris has been pegged as the type of man to abuse such a thing. it almost stings when weeks pass since your messy breakup and you’ve not heard anything. no pleading texts that your friends assured you would eventually come. no voicemails. nothing.

now what were you supposed to do? move on? it was finally sinking in that you had broken up — a decision you made in earnest after too many arguments that never got resolved; it was for the best, and yet. you miss him. you miss everything about him. or maybe you miss a feeling of toxicity that was so shrouded in familiarity that it started to feel like home. 

so, you do what anyone in their heartbroken, wrong mind would do. you go out, get drunk and prowl for a rebound; a quick fuck that will hopefully be, at the very least, a bandage for the gaping wound chris had left in his absence.

the guy you bring home is nothing special. honestly, you don’t even remember his name. he barely fucks you before spilling into the condom embarrassingly early and you tell him to just go when he awkwardly asks you if you came yet. stuffing his flaccid cock back into his jeans, he leaves your place in a flash, head hung low in shame. 

so much for that.

rolling your eyes, you drag your hand down your naked body, dipping your fingers into the very bare minimum of wetness he’d procured. letting your mind wander, you begin rubbing slow circles against your clit. thinking about… well. chris. you frown at the thought. rather unwillingly, your mind visits memories of just how good chris could fuck. it might be the only thing you’ll miss in the long run. a smile returns to your face at the recollection, chris mercilessly pounding into you with a hand gripped around your throat. a moan tumbles from your mouth and you freeze. your eyes fall to the phone resting on the nightstand. or more, what’s inside the phone.

you try to seriously consider this. it has too much potential to go wrong. but you’re so hard up on the sheer thought of him that you don’t care. keeping your fingers pressed to your clit, you snatch up the phone in your free hand, swiping away furiously until you find his number. calling… now that would be risky. too much of a risk that you’re not willing to take. moaning again, you type out a message to him. 

you: can’t stop thinking about u and i’m wet af

the thought that chris might ignore you doesn’t occur until you hit send, throwing your message into the void. your anxiety is short lived however as your phone almost immediately buzzes with a response.

chris: yeah? miss me that bad? 

you: yeah. just had the worst fuck of my life

chris: is that so?

you keep chris’ penchant for possessiveness at the forefront of your mind for this conversation, smiling coyly at your phone while your fingers work slowly at your clit. 

you: i didn’t even get to finish :(

chris: that’s too bad. baby will just have to finish herself off

and, you do. with chris’ texts guiding you, you rub yourself all the way to orgasm, legs shaking, mouth agape. you picture him here, buried inside you, his phantom moans music to your ears. in the heat of the moment he’d often tell you that nobody could ever make you feel as good as he does, and you’re starting to think he might’ve been right. 

the sexting quickly becomes a habit. a little secret you and chris share. almost every night you find yourself in bed earlier than usual, tapping out all sorts of sordid promises to your ex boyfriend. you tell him you thought about him all day. you tell him your panties were soaked at work from imagining his cock in your mouth. he tells you you’re the nastiest little slut and he can’t believe he ever let you go.

eventually the daily dirty messages aren’t enough. the promises went broken. all that talk was just that… talk. as much of a mistake as it is, you type out a message telling chris to put his dick where his mouth is. it’s a late saturday evening and you may be two glasses of wine down. with your judgment hindered, you send the text. 

chris: knew you’d give in first

chris: i know you too well

that’s the last you hear from chris until he’s knocking at your front door. you’re barely revealed to him before he’s pouncing inside, attaching his body to yours, hands fastening around in your waist in that familiar furious fashion. you melt back into chris’ touch, each one of your senses set alight by memories of your intimacy burning fresh in your mind. 

in response, you kick the door closed with your foot and connect your arms around his neck, immediately leaning up to meet his mouth in a heady mash of lips, tongue and teeth. it’s everything you remember and more; firm, guiding but frenzied, driven by an insane lust that only you seemed to bring out in him. 

it doesn’t take long for his hands to roam, curious to feel every inch of skin that might’ve forgotten him. his hands dip to your ass, squeezing your flesh roughly before gliding back up and delving inside your t-shirt. his wandering fingers pause at the feeling of your bare breasts.

he smirks against your lips, pulling away just enough to talk. “what’s this?” he asks coyly, taking the entirety of your tits into his hands and kneading them slowly, “stripping for me before i even got here?” 

you could hardly deny it. not with the feeling of coarse skin colliding with your sensitive nipples tugging small, lewd moans from your mouth. neglecting to answer, you bury your head in the crook of his neck hoping a meek nod will suffice as an answer. 

it does not. made obvious by his playful chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. you’re expecting games, teasing. you’re not expecting him to suddenly tug your legs around his waist, hoisting you into the air and carrying you through the apartment to your bedroom — an old path that’s still fresh in his mind. 

you’re certain chris has something on his mind, so you wait, eager to please. he places your two feet on the floor once again, taking his seat at the edge of the bed and bringing you in between his thighs. “so,” he says, lifting your shirt slightly and peppering small kisses across your bare stomach, “you started stripping,” he says, fingers toying with the thin fabric of your pyjama shirt, “finish up for me, babygirl. wanna see you.” 

you meet his gaze for a few moments, and it reminds you of what you’re doing. who you’re doing it with. so, you do the adult thing and tug the shirt over your head off, breaking the eye contact and giving chris somewhere else to look. thankfully, the moment your breasts are exposed to him he’s busy, dragging his lips upwards in a hurry to cover your chest in kisses, bites and flicks of his tongue. 

just when you let your eyes flutter shut and your head roll back in pleasure, chris halts suddenly. you assume sense has overcome him but when you open your eyes to survey him… you see his gaze frozen, pointed on a particular spot on your chest. 

“chris—“ 

you try to query but he quickly cuts you off. “what’s this?” he asks, his fingers grazing over the expanse of skin in question. 

ah. you remember now. a souvenir left behind by another shitty fuck you had recently. a fuck you purposely sought out to alleviate the want—need for chris. well, the guy was as lacklustre as you expected… in fact he had some serious gall to sign his work with a hickey. now, he had also had the audacity to try and ruin another fuck. not on your watch. 

pressing your thigh to chris’ groin, you let your head fall shamefully. “wanted someone to make me feel good…” you admit, your voice meek. 

chris holds your waist firmly with one hand while his other hand snakes round to your backside. “wanted someone to make you feel good?” he repeats, dragging your pyjama bottoms down and down, underwear in tow. 

“yeah,” you tell him, holding his head in your hands, pressing your chest to his face, “just wanted somebody to fuck me so i could close my eyes and think about you.” your honestly surprises even yourself. 

“is that so?” chris murmurs, pushing a curt laugh out through his nostrils, “was he convincing?” you feel his hands hover steadily over your exposed ass. 

you shake your head, “no… nobody fucks like you,” you tell him. and you probably mean it. leaning down, you start pressing kisses into chris’ unruly curls, breathing in the familiar scent of his tea tree shampoo — it sends your mind careening into memories of your fingers in his hair, of his head on your pillow. 

“mm, and you still let him leave a mark, yeah?” chris asks, his voice is stern but he can’t stop himself from pressing his head further into your touch. 

“i’m sorry,” you breathe the words into his forehead, rocking your thigh against his tightly packed cock.

clearly, he’s unconvinced as he raises a hand only to bring it down harshly on your bare ass. the sting rings loud in your ears, the piercing hot pain sending sears of pleasure straight to your pussy. you could never deny that chris knows how to hurt good. he does it again, striking your ass cheek with his open palm, relishing the way you tense in anticipation. 

“tell me, babygirl,” he murmurs, biting over the purple mark your previous lay had left behind, “how many guys since me?” he sucks your skin whilst waiting for an answer, painting over the sickening stain with his own teeth and tongue.

it’s a small number, but still one you’re ashamed to admit. “three,” you tell him truthfully. three guys, each one worst than the last, or perhaps that was just the illusion chris drew up for you after you resorted to texting him after each failed one night stand; begging for him to virtually finish the job they couldn’t do with you laid out bare before them. “three guys. no more.” you say to reaffirm. 

when he’s finished marring your chest, he looks up to you, boyish grin plastered on his beautiful face, tongue poking through his teeth, “wow, three guys and none of them could fuck you like i can.” he’s so smug, and with every reason to be. “still,” he continues, fingers dancing over your reddened backside, “three is three too many.” 

to your dismay, chris pushes you away, holding you firmly at arms length. he shimmies back on the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress. “over my knee.” he commands, taking hold of your hand and guiding your body across him. you follow suit, of course, shimmying out of your final constraints of pyjama shorts and underwear, revealing yourself fully to him before laying sideways atop his lap, ass perched upwards. “you gonna count for me, babygirl?“ he asks with a coo. 

his free hand finds your face, holding your jaw, keeping your head place. your response is a nod held within his gentle grip. 

his hand slowly retracts upwards, slamming back down against the curve where your ass meets your thigh; the sharp pain rolls out in dull waves throughout your lower body. you gasp, whimper and moan all at once. “one,” you breathe out, taking a deep breath and preparing for another smack. 

the next one is harder, louder. it leaves tears stinging the corner of your eyes. chris’ fingers playfully skim over the fresh red marks that adorn your ass, he admires his work whilst waiting for you to count. 

“t-two.” you mewl as chris’ hand squeezes your face tighter in his grip. 

weeks and weeks of teasing texts and you still hadn’t had the sweet satisfaction of his hands or cock inside you; truly, you were starting to go mad, the fresh addition of pain only highlighting how neglected your cunt is feeling. all you can do is squeeze your thighs together and hope chris is merciful with you. 

another slap lands on your ass, the hardest one yet. you cry out something caught between a moan and a sob, your back arching from the intensity. “three,” you hiss, sucking air in through your clenched teeth. the slaps are quick, fleeting but the pain throbs in blunt waves throughout your entire body. 

“good girl.” chris simpers at you, massaging your cheek with his thumb, “three. one for every guy you’ve had up here.” 

you smile at the praise, leaning your head into his gentle touch. he almost makes you forget the circumstances which brought you both here; it’s unspoken but it hangs in the air, heavy, like the sky before the rain. 

“i hate thinking about other guys with their hands on you,” chris says, breaking the lengthy silence that hung between you whilst his fingers soothed the pained skin of your backside.

“forget them,” you whisper, suddenly sitting upwards and straddling chris, “make me forget them.” you grind your bare pussy against him, the damp spot you leave behind doesn’t go unnoticed. 

you hear something akin to a growl stick in chris’ throat and next thing you know he’s taking a rough grip of your arms and shoving you back-first onto the bed. he stands up and rods himself of all his clothes, making quick work of it whilst you lay there, staring holes into the ceiling, wondering when the regret will sink in—wondering if it already has. 

luckily, chris’ body soon collides with your own again, knocking the guilt clean out of you, for now. you breathe him in, deeply, holding onto his scent like he might disappear; and you’re certain that, after this late night session, he will. wrapping your arms around his body, you bring your chests together, both of your ragged breaths falling in a shaky rhythm. 

chris kisses you, his lips relentless, tongue darting into your mouth, desperate to taste you again. you submit entirely to the will of his mouth, letting him ravish you while your hands roam across his broad chest, simply taking in the sensation of his hot skin under your fingers. 

“chris. please.” you whimper, breaking the kiss, “need you inside.” you rut against him, hoping to get your point across. 

“mm, really?” chris asks, a coy twang to his voice, “why don’t you just bring some other guy up here and have him fuck you?” he sits upwards now, letting his cock rest on top of your pussy and looking down at you with raised eyebrows. 

“because,” you whine, throwing your head backwards into the mattress, hoping a simple ‘because’ will suffice but also knowing it won’t.

as expected, chris merely tilts his head to the side, feigning confusion. “because? use your words, babygirl.” 

you whine in defiance but relent anyway, “nobody’s like you.” and saying it out loud felt like solidifying the statement, carved into stone. nobody’s like chris. 

you might’ve dwelled on it, but chris is smarter than to let you; he pushes his cock inside your aching cunt, making you his all over again — as if you ever were not. the feeling fills you and empties you all at once, a lust laden guilt spreading through your very veins, erupting from your mouth in the most depraved of shrieks. chris winces as you clamp around his cock, sucking the air in through his teeth and stilling himself inside you, letting you both adjust to the sensations. 

“can’t believe you let other guys touch you here,” chris growls, his thumb rubbing tantalising circles around your clit, his eyes meet yours suddenly, his gaze accusing, “did you let them finish inside?” 

you shake your head, “no!” and chris smiles. smiles and retracts his hips from you before slamming back into your heat, throwing his head back as your pussy clamps around him. 

he lets his chest fall against yours, propping himself up with one hand and gripping your waist with the other. “only want. my cum in you.” he says through gritted teeth, thrusting in you with pained restraint, teasing the moans from your throat rather than fucking them straight out of you. 

your sloppy attempts to match the rhythm of his hips is met with a cooing giggle, so cute, he breathes, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. instead of slackening his pace for you, chris only ups the intensity of his bucking hips, stuffing you with his cock over and over and over again until your eyes roll back in your head. 

“want— want chris. cum inside.” you cry out, your ability to form coherent sentences slipping from you the more chris relentlessly fucks you into the bed below. 

chris barely responds, throwing a low moan of approval your way, his own mind awash with the thought of his cum —and only his cum— filling every inch of your pussy. he grins at the thought, peering down at your pleasure-stricken face, watching in fascination as the waves of euphoria sweep over your features. he suddenly pauses his movements, only for a second, before throwing his hips back into you, watching the very shriek that he coaxes out of your mouth.  

“every time you fuck someone else, want you to be only thinking about me.” 

and you nod, you nod your head furiously, yes, yes, yes. he could ask anything of you right now and you’d give him it. you’d pull the stars from the sky if he asked. you wrap your legs around him, handing control of your body over to him and his ruthless rutting, letting him ride you into your sweet release. 

eventually, you collide, your orgasms ripping through your bodies; chris fucks faster and faster, filling you with his cum, spurred on by the string of curses and shrieks you let out as the pleasure surges through every vein in your body. 

after riding out the final waves of his orgasm, chris collapses atop you, breaths ragged and hot against your ear. there’s an uncomfortable stillness suddenly hanging in air, replacing the thick lust that had, until now, clouded your actions. with the desire tinged fog now cleared, you see the situation for what it is and the euphoric high is quickly replaced by devastating shame. 

you wince as chris pulls out of you, more shame dripping from you, staining your thighs, your bed, your very mind. the weight of his body leaves you, exposing your naked, marked body to the empty room; you tug the sheets over your form, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth paired with the dizziness of coming down from such an orgasmic high. chris doesn’t look at you as he tugs his clothes back on, you don’t look at him either.

“text me if you need me again.” 

and you’re certain you will.