#not gonna say it on the post itself by like... my goodness

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Cater Diamond - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

#MyLoungewear #BirthdayEve #CheckOutMyHairband ...Posted!

Summon: 'Kay then, tomorrow's ol' Cay-kun's birthday... I gotta get hyped to receive all those well wishes!

Groovification: The birthday video came out great... No doubt about it, this'll definitely go viral ♪

Home: This is Cay-kun's favorite ♪

Swap Looks: Yaaaaawn... Guess I'll go wash my face.

Home Transition 1: I'm usually just on my phone whenever I'm in my room～ ...Huh, studying? Don't pick on me by asking that～

Home Transition 2: Azul-kun treated me to a real fancy-looking drink ♪ He said my promoting it on Magicam would be payment enough.

Home Transition 3: A limited cosmetics set, huh～ Even the package itself is super duper cute! Maybe I'll buy it as a birthday gift to myself.

Home Transition - Login: The number of likes and comments I get on my Magicam posts on my birthday is through the roof! It makes me happy, sure, but it's a little difficult to reply to them all～

Home Transition - Groovy: Never thought I'd ever have Leona-kun wishing me a happy birthday... Wish I woulda snagged a video of it happening.

Home Tap 1: Don'tcha think this loungewear is soft and adorable? Both the top and bottoms are part of the same outfit series.

Home Tap 2: All I did was change up my eyeliner a little bit, but Rook-kun picked up on it right away... He's kinda scarily observant.

Home Tap 3: My hair's looks all silky smooth? Right? Isn't it? I tried out this hair milk that I came across on Magicam.

Home Tap 4: I'm totally used to Lilia-chan's surprises... Is what I'd like to say, but he definitely got me again this year.

Home Tap 5: It's rare to see ya boy Cay-kun without a suit drawn on, isn't it? Wanna take a pic together to remember this moment by?

Home Tap - Groovy: My loungewear? Well, yeah, I have a ton of other sets. Maybe I should wear a more cool-looking outfit tomorrow ♪

Duo: [CATER]: Leona-kun, gimmie your most heartfelt well wishes～ [LEONA]: I'll just do it normally, Cater.

Birthday Login Message: Thanks for the birthday wishes! I got a thing with the Pop Music Club after this, but you wanna come with me, [Yuu]? I mean, it's not really like we're going to be doing anything special. We'll probably just be snacking and chatting, like usual. Ah, I just had a good idea. One sec, let me reach out to Lilia-chan and Kalim-kun. ...Niice～ Looks like they're both on board. "'Kay, then we'll go with the plan I just sent you guys" ...And send. So basically, we're gonna throw an impromptu Cay-kun Birthday Performance. Come and enjoy the celebration!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update: january 2025

I'm a bit behind on getting this posted, so I'm gonna do it quick and dirty. this is not the most elaborate reading round-up I'm ever going to do, and that's okay!!! january has gotten off to a weird, uneven start in terms of reading, and that is what it is!

The Extinction of Irena Rey (Jennifer Croft, 2024) - this book is great for anyone who likes dark academia but wants to see what those students will be like when they’re adults who have to get by outside of college. in this case, they become translators for an enigmatic woman who makes them gather in a remote Polish forest and then disappears. pure vibes all the way down; truly things just happen in this book. the gimmick of the novel itself being a work by one of the characters, told from her perspective, and then translated by another character that the narrator despises, is soooo rich and interesting, and I deeply wish it had been used much more extensively.

Darknesses (Lachelle Seville, 2022) - is this book good? I couldn’t possibly say. it was very fun to read on vacation with like 12% of my brain operating. the best way I can possible explain it is that by the time the book is over it feels like Seville is running one of those old ask blogs where artists would have their blorbos and their OCs answer questions and hang out and stuff. do you know the kind I’m talking about? it’s like that, it’s dissociative identity disorder Dracula and the descendants of the human Dracula characters and Norse mythology werewolves and a vampire bunny and a dragon and Satan who’s a teenage girl with pink hair and they’re all hanging out in New York City. don’t think too hard about it. 

Become Your Own Matchmaker: 8 Easy Steps to Attracting Your Perfect Mate (Patti Stanger with Lisa Johnson Mandell, 2009) - I’m not proud of this and I can’t really justify it except that my housemates and I have gotten really into watching old episodes of Patti Stanger’s terrible TV show, Millionaire Matchmaker. the show is atrocious and so is the book but in my defense it’s extremely funny.

Queen Takes Rose (Katee Robert, 2020) - guys I can’t stand Katee Robert. I really can’t. I thought it was going to be fun but god this just sucked.

Adam & Evie's Matchmaking Tour (Nora Nguyen, 2024) - after that last one I really needed a good, normal romance novel to get me back on track, and this delivered! I don’t think it’s going to be one of my all-time faves, but the characters are lovably realistic losers and I was really rooting for them—especially Evie, who feels like a messy bitch I would love to hang out with. plus the setting, a romping tour across the sights of Vietnam, was so fun and I’m always willing to award points to a romance novel that supports telling your awful to fuck off right to hell!

Mystery Lights (Lena Valencia, 2024) - here’s the thing. every short story in this collection is a well written, coherent short story. thematically there are really clear throughlines; you’ll get a lot of mileage out of this if you like middle aged women who have complicated relationships with their daughters between the ages of 13 and 23. I really wanted to like this! and yet, I feel like this collection just isn’t going to stick with me very well. there are some cool concepts and ideas (there’s a creepy story involving a little girl who disappears into some underground caves and comes back Weird that actually spooked me pretty good) but overall I feel like it’s just not going to stick with me :/

Is Love the Answer? (Uta Isaki, 2021; trans. Sawa Matsueda Savage, 2023) - huge thanks to the person who sent me an ask to recommend this manga! it’s a very quick, sweet read about a university student coming into her aroace identity with the help of a circle of newfound friends supporting her along the way. I really liked the way it delves into the way anxiety can have you second-guessing and overthinking your sense of self even after embracing an identity. this was my Heartstopper (I say, without having ever read Heartstopper).

The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse (Louise Erdrich, 2001) - I picked this up at Erdrich’s bookstore, Birchbark Books & Native Arts, last summer while I was briefly in Minneapolis, on recommendation by an employee at the store. I was initially hesitant about the novel’s focus on spirituality and religion, given that it follows a Catholic priest working on an Ojibwe reservation throughout the 20th century, but man, this was an incredible introduction to Erdrich’s work. Father Damian Modeste is an incredible character and one of my favorite depictions I’ve ever seen of a woman living long-term in disguise as a man, and how the line between those identities blurred. there’s a scene I don’t think I’ll ever forget, in which Modeste is asked, essentially, “Are you a man or a woman?” and answers firmly “I’m a priest.” and all the while, despite the fact that he’s supposed to be an agent of colonization and the destruction of indigenous culture, more than anything he is changed by the Ojibwe people he works with. it’s a surprising, elegant book, and I was shaken to find myself crying at the end. 

A Magical Girl Retires (Park Seolyeon, 2022; trans. Anton Hur 2024) - this book is a short, rapid-fire read that’s a dry, funny take on the magical girl genre. our protagonist starts the book so mired in credit card debt that she’s considering jumping off a bridge when she’s summoned to be a magical girl, and things will only get weirder for her from there as Korea’s magical girl union recruits her to help them combat climate change. a fun read, easy to polish off in a single sitting at less than 200 pages.

salt slow (Julia Armfield, 2019) -now THIS was the short story collection I was waiting for! it reminded me so much of why I loved Armfield’s novel Our Wives Under the Sea. she has another new novel out this year and I’m really looking forward to reading that as well! she has an incredible way with love and melancholy.

[aquarius-johnny]

Unexpectedly Yours | Johnny Suh

genre: smut | word count: 5.9k | master list navi warnings:  loverboy! johnny, f! reader, unestablished relationship, overstimulation, pet names (baby, my girl), praising, creampie  summary: johnny is such a lover boy – that’s why his attempted one night stand with you turns into him desperately needing you. a/n: border by @dollywons | based off my loverboy!johnny post

Johnny’s hands move against your body as you’re cradling him in the driver’s seat of his car, parked outside of your apartment building. His hands desperately hold onto you, not wanting you to leave him. Your lips crashing into his, movements in sync as he moves his hand up your thighs, your waist, and places itself to the crook of your neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer into him as if it were possible. 

“Do you really have to go?” He asks between kisses. 

You press a smile against his lips. “Gonna miss me?” You tease. You pull back, admiring how a strand of his hair falls against his forehead. You push the piece back, placing your hand on his shoulder, awaiting his answer.

He chuckles, pulling you in again by the back of your neck. His lips move with yours so carelessly, so sloppily, you feel an erection beginning to form under you. 

You let out a soft giggle, pulling yourself back. “I have to go,” you pout, maneuvering off his lap and back into the passenger seat. 

Using the back of his hand, he wipes off the glossy mess you left on his lips. He deeply sighs before gently taking your hand into his. His eyes frantically search for a pen, before settling for a sharpie from his glove compartment. 

“Here’s my number,” he says as he carefully writes his number neatly in the palm of your hand. “I’d love to do this again.” He brings the back of your hand to his lips before giving you a soft peck against your skin. 

Slow pulling away, you look at the black ink written on your hand, letting out a small laugh and earning a curious look from Johnny.

“What’s so funny?” He playfully scoffs, throwing the sharpie back into the glove compartment. 

“You know,” you pause. “You could’ve put your number in my phone instead.”

The corner of his lips tug into a smile, giving you a playful eye roll at your sassy remark. “Well,” he arches a brow. “Now there’s no excuse for losing my number,” he pauses, staring at your hand. “For a couple of days, at least.” 

You smile sweetly at him. “Good night Johnny.” You open the passenger side door. “Thanks for the ride.”

As you step out, he fumbles on his words. “D-do you want me to walk you to your door?”

“I‘ll be okay,” you smile. “Good night.”

Johnny nods his head, his eyes following you to the entrance of the building. You pull out your key fob, only to turn around to catch him staring at you. Your eyes are deadlocked on his and you slowly unzip the jacket you have on, exposing the little lace fabric you have underneath that drove Johnny crazy. Under the light that lit the entrance of the building, the kiss marks he left on you were on full display. Johnny panics, looking out his window before seeing you’ve completely removed your jacket. You blow him a kiss in which he replies with a smirk and a tug to his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth. He shakes his head and a goofy smile appears before he lazily tries to hide it. “You’re a tease!” He shouts out of his car, shaking his head although it’s clear he’s enjoying every second of it. You don’t say a word; all you do is innocently shrug your shoulders before heading inside your building. 

There was something riveting seeing all of the hickies Johnny left you, forming pretty patches against your skin. It was almost like a sign that you were his. Although you two had just met that night, there was something that drew him to you — karma, cosmic energy, pure lust — and whatever it was, he didn’t want anyone else to have you. That night, you think about the amazing fuck you had with him, the way he just knew what to do to make you feel good. The way his large hands pinned you against the mattress as he rammed himself inside of you, over and over again until you were cockdrunk off him, fumbling over your words and unable to form coherent sentences as he whispered explicit questions into your ear. You remember how he made you cum, over and over again until you quiver at the pleasure. God, you didn’t want him to fuck anyone else except you and he didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you.

A few days go by and each passing day, you’re tempted to call him to come over. There were nights where your thumb hovered over his name in your contacts, mentally debating to call him only to opt out of it in hopes to string him along a little longer. In hopes that he’ll start missing your pussy as much as you did with his cock.

However, one night — to your surprise — his name pops up on your lock screen. Arching a brow in curiosity as you read the preview of the text. 

johnny suh: I hope the reason you haven’t called me yet is because you lost my number, but considering you probably still have it written on your hand, I don’t think that’s the reason, hm?

You smile at your phone, looking at the slightly faded number written on your hand. He was right, you still had it written on you. You go to open your messages to reply to him, but you’re interrupted by his phone call instead. For what it’s worth, you definitely appreciated his tenacity and ambition to see you again. You answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear.

“You’re a needy one, aren’t you?” You playfully let out.

“After that night, how can I not be?” You didn’t have to see him to know he was grinning as he spoke, clearly reminding himself of the night you also replayed over and over again in your head.

“John, honey,” you teased, attempting to change the subject. “How did you get my number? I don’t remember giving it to you.” 

A little laugh leaves Johnny’s lips. “Your friend gave it to me,” he confesses. “I hope that’s okay?” 

You mentally thank your best friend for being the greatest wingman you could ever have. 

“It’s fine,” you smile. “Can I ask why you’re calling?”

Johnny lets out a playful sigh that’s mixed with a chuckle. “I like it when you play hard to get.” His voice is deep but quiet, almost as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him, making you tingle at your core. “I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

You hum in response before giving him what he wanted. “What did you have in mind?” Walking over to your closet, you search for something to wear, already knowing what he’s about to tell you. 

“My roommates are gone for the night.” He pauses, all while you hold a skin tight black dress in front of you. Holding it against your body in front of the full length mirror, you see the hem stopping mid thighs, just enough to cover your ass. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to see you again.” You put the dress back before pulling out an oversized graphic t-shirt hanging in your closet. 

“Gone the whole night?” You repeat.

Johnny hums, waiting for your answer. 

“What would we do?” You wonder aloud, a forced innocence wraps around every syllable as you asked the question. You press the shirt against your body, as you look at yourself in the mirror. Although it is slightly longer, ending right above your knees, you decide on this one instead — not trying to come off as too needy for sex although that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“Anything you want,” Johnny replies, patient as ever. “I just wanna see you.” 

A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach as you hear the words leave his lips. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” you smile, removing the clothes you have on before throwing on the oversized shirt you picked out. 

“Perfect,” he replies, hearing him grab his keys and opening a door in the background through the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

You watch as Johnny unlocks his front door, pushing it open as you tread behind him, entering his humble abode. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Johnny asks, turning to you while pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.” You smile at him before taking a look around the environment. “How many roommates do you have?” You ask, standing near an archway that leads into a hallway. 

“Two,” he nodded as he spoke. “They’re watching a movie before going bar hopping.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “And you didn’t want to join them?” You lightly tug on the strings of Johnny’s sweatpants, pulling him closer to you.

“I thought about it,” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I wanted to be with you instead.” 

You hum at his answer, planting a soft kiss against his cheek. “Where’s your bedroom?” You ask, turning towards the hallway.

Johnny places his hand on your lower back, guiding you down the short hallway, passing a few doors before he opens his. Stepping into his room, you could see he cleaned up a bit before picking you up. A stack of clothes were shoved into his closet, a stray t-shirt sticking out of his closet door, giving it away. 

“You look pretty,” Johnny compliments, slowly shutting the door behind him. You hear a click, indicating him locking it. “I like your shirt.”

You turn to him, smiling. “Thank you,” you reply, closing the gap between the two of you. “So you’re sure your roommates won’t be home all night?” Slinging your arms over his broad shoulders. His hands place themselves on your waist, giving it a squeeze that sparked something in behind your belly button. 

His lips dangerously close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke; his voice so soft, so desperate for you. “All night,” he breathes right before crashing his lips into yours. 

His movements are messy, almost erratic. Pulling you in close to his body, his strong arms lift you effortlessly before making his way to his bed, laying you on your back. His lips travel from your lips to your cheek, then down to the crook of your neck. “God, you’re all I’ve been thinking about.” He mutters against your soft skin before lapping his tongue over an untouched spot on your neck, free of a mark. He sucks on your skin, earning a small satisfying chuckle that leaves your lips. Johnny’s fingers roam against your body, sliding his calloused hands over your thighs — such a jarring difference compared to your baby soft skin.

Johnny’s thigh rubs against your core, feeling the friction of his sweatpants. He lifts your black t-shirt up your hips, feeling for your underwear beneath the fabric. After frantically searching for the waistband, he pulls his lips back from your neck with a confused look on his face.

“Oops,” you let out innocently, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I guess I forgot to put some on before coming over.” Your head lazily tilts to your right, watching his facial expression change at your revelation. 

Johnny’s brows soften, melting at your words. “You’re so fucking hot,” he sighs, gently bringing his middle finger to your clit, rubbing small circles against your sensitive nub. You silently thank the heavens above that this man was able to find your clit as quickly as he did. You throw your head back at the pleasure allowing a small moan escape your lips before Johnny silences you with another kiss. 

You break the kiss, pulling away from his lips before lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it across his bedroom floor. He stares at your bare body, chest covered in hickies that held a history of your first hook up with him. He pulls himself up from the bed, his eyes darken, locked onto yours as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor next to the bed. He removes his grey sweats, exposing his hardening length that slapped against his abdomen as it was set free from the fabric. 

Your lips slightly part at the sight in front of you. “Looks like I’m not the only one who forgot their underwear, hm?” You teased, lifting a foot to his thick shaft; veins prominent and bulging. He throws his head back, feeling your foot rub against his length. He bites back a moan, trying to hide his need for you. 

Johnny grabs a hold of your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, near him, in one swift move. You let out a surprised laugh, pulling at Johnny’s heartstrings. He bends forward, giving your forehead a tender kiss.

“Can I taste you?” He whispers, placing a chaste kiss against your cheek, so sweetly and softly. 

You nod. 

Sinking to his knees, his lips meeting with your aroused core. Smiling at the sight of your pretty pussy, he gives your inner thighs a sweet kiss before the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. His tongue laps against your folds, flicking and sucking your nub in a rhythmic manner. Your hand makes its way to his hair, gripping his locks between your knuckles, keeping him in place. His tongue licks up your arousal, sending shivers throughout your body. He messily makes out with your pretty cunt, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters against your core. “I could do this all night.”

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you let out a soft whimper, your brows scrunching with pleasure. Your toes begin to curl as he kisses your clit before returning to sucking on it, his pace so steady you were quickly coming undone as the seconds tick by. 

“J-Johnny,” you mumble. “Keep going, please.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he does as you say. He slips his middle finger into you, causing your thighs to tense up. “Oh my god,” you moan, louder this time. Your free hand searches for something beneath you to hold on to all while you tug on Johnny’s hair, silently encouraging him to keep going as you move your core against his tongue. Johnny’s free hand finds yours, interlocking your fingers with his. The act is so intimate, you find yourself melting at his touch. He slides his ring finger into you, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his thick, long fingers. The slight sting is slowly replaced with pleasure as he curves his fingers up inside of you. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan as you tighten your grip on the hand you’re holding. “Show me how much you missed me.” 

Johnny groans against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. You hear him sucking on your sensitive nub and lick up the flow of arousal that covers his fingers. Lewd noises are mixed with your melodic moans and groans as he pumps in and out of you with his fingers. Your velvety walls clench around his fingers, your abdomen tightening, and your toes curl as the feeling of your climax is within reach. 

“Oh my g-“ you choke on your words. “I’m coming!” You loudly gasp, chasing your high. Johnny slowly halts his movements as you begin to relax, although his tongue doesn’t leave your clit. He flicks it, causing you to jolt. In an attempt to push his head away, he pins you down; arms pressing on your abdomen and trapping you against the mattress. 

His tongue continues to lap over your very sensitive nub and you do nothing but cry out his name. Your vision goes hazy, feeling tingles shooting through your body. Your skin prickles and your back arches involuntarily from the pleasure this man is giving you with his tongue. He brings his hands to your chest, kneading your breast. Rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, you let out groan. Your heart rate increases, convinced your heart will jump out of your chest. Your jaw falls open, rendering you speechless as you ride out your second high that night; moving your hips against the tip of his tongue. You tremble as Johnny finally pulls away from your drenched core, relaxing your muscles you didn’t know you were clenching. 

Johnny smiles down at you, your wetness glistening against his chin. “Sorry,” he laughs, grabbing his shirt off the floor, using it to wipe your arousal off him. “You taste so fucking good, I couldn’t stop.” 

Your chest rises and falls, clearly trying to catch your breath. Johnny kisses your chest, opting to leave more hickies as you recover from your back to back climax. Your hand snakes behind his head, pulling him closer to you silently giving him your permission to continue what he’s doing. His hands rub against your hips — his attempt to calm your trembling body. 

“Was that too much?” He asks with his lips pressed against your skin. 

You shake your head, letting out a sigh. “It felt good,” you laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

Johnny smiles, satisfied with your answer. He brings his hand to his erection, pumping his length a few times before aligning himself with your hole. You lift your legs around his waist, taking a hold of his shaft as he slowly enters you. You both watch as he disappears inside of you, moaning in unison as he fills you up perfectly — like he was made for you. 

“I missed this,” he mutters, although you both know it has only been a couple of days since this happened for the first time. He hovers over you, hands splayed with each side of your head. He slowly pumps in and out of you, ensuring he doesn’t release too soon. You look up at him as every movement thrusts you up and down, the sight turning him on even more. Your lips part, ever so slightly, and a string of quiet moans slip out. 

He picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping each other fills the room. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifts you off the bed, hand caressing your ass all while holding the other presses against your lower back. Pressing your back against a nearby wall, he hooks his arms behind your knees and under your thighs to hold you up and continues to thrust into you — harder and deeper.

“You feel so good,” you mumble weakly against his neck, tightening your grip to keep you steady. The tip of his length hits a spot inside of you, a spot didn’t know was there until a few nights ago. Your lubricated walls clench around him as he hits that spot before relaxing as he pulls back. You knew that his continued movements would send you over the edge again, making your body go limp. “Don’t stop,” you beg, turning into a tiny whimper. 

Johnny’s hand grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down on his long shaft. Your cheeks flushed with heat as you see your reflection in the mirror of his room, the sight so explicit it makes you a little embarrassed at how fucked out you look.

”You okay, baby?” Johnny lets out, breathily into your ear.

You hum before a hitched moan escapes as he thrusts into you, the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot of yours. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You feel him smile against you, clearly teasing you. 

“N-no, please don’t,” you beg. “It feels too good to stop, please.” 

Your begs ignite something inside of him — almost an animalistic instinct kicks in. His grip on the fat of your buttcheeks tightens and the cool feeling of wood that was once against your back has now disappeared. Johnny moves toward his bed once again, but this time throwing you atop his mattress. Bouncing up and down from the throw, you watch as he pumps his shaft before grabbing your ankles again, pulling you closer to him. Roughly bringing your knees to your chest, he holds your thighs down, pinning you into a half folded position. His eyes are filled with complete lust, darkening at the pretty sight of you in such a compromised position. 

Aligning his tip to your entrance once more, he sinks deep inside of you, bottoming out before pulling himself out again and repeating the process. His cock springs up every time he pulls out, causing it to graze your clit just a bit — teasing you. You watch him as he enjoys the game he’s playing with your soaking cunt, watching it eagerly swallow him fully, every single time he inserts himself. 

“Baby please,” you mumble under your breath. “Fuck me, fuck me like you missed me.” You cry out.

A smirk dances on Johnny’s lip, shaking his head at your comment. “But it’s just so much fun playing with her.” He inserts himself once more but this time, a lot rougher. Your mouth falls open as his tip hits that sensitive spot inside of you. “But if you insist.” He says before thrusting himself in and out of you in such a brutal manner, you almost forget how sweet and tender this man was earlier. The man penetrating you fucked you as if he hated you and you loved every second of it. 

Your moans get louder and louder as he fucks you in such an animalistic way. He needed you. He needed you as if his entire life depended on it. His dick kisses your sensitive spot inside of you so rapidly, you feel a familiar feeling jolt through your body. 

“I-I’m gonna-“ you don’t finish your sentence. You can’t. His movements are so satisfying, it makes you forget how to tell him how incredible he feels. 

By the tightening of your walls against his throbbing cock, he knew an orgasm was brewing inside of you. Your pretty little cunt drips out so much arousal out of you, you hear the explicit sounds that it makes. White rings form at the base of Johnny’s shaft as he penetrates in and out of you. Your breathing turns rapid, your skin prickles, and you start to see stars in your line of vision. Your orgasm quickly hits you, causing you to let out a loud satisfied moan — almost pornographic sounding — before your body trembles under him. A satisfied smile appears on Johnny’s face as he watches you unravel. His movements slow down, but don't stop. He soaks in the feeling of ecstasy as your walls grip onto his cock so tightly. 

“Tell me where I can-“ his hips thrust into you, using you as your body goes limp. He tries to finish his sentence only to stop midway, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he’s feeling with you wrapped around him. 

“Anywhere you want,” you mumble, voice so soft, clearly exhausted. You look at him half-lidded, the sight of him — pounding into you as he presses down on your thighs hard, convinced you’ll feel your body aching when he’s done with you — makes you feel this overwhelming sense of pleasure. 

“A-Anywhere?” He repeats, huffing from his erratic movements. “Y-you sure ‘bout that?” 

You nod your head with a glazed look over your eyes, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. “Anywhere you want, I don’t care.” You grip the back of your knees, helping them stay in position for him. “I just want it.” 

Your words send him right over the edge. His creamy substance shoots inside of you, filling you up as he continues to milk himself into you. You could feel the creamy liquid spill out of you as he slowly pulls himself out before you insert your fingers into your pretty hole, pushing the liquid back into you. 

“Oh my god,” Johnny groans. “You’re so fucking prefect.” 

He tugs on your arms, swiftly pulling you off the bed. He presses himself against you, holding your tired body with his large arms. His swollen lips attack yours and you wrap your hands around his body, keeping you steady. “I need you to be mine.” He begs, filling the space between your lips.

You smile, the pads of your fingers digging into his skin. He guides your body against the desk in his room, your lower back hitting the edge of the table. You use it to lean against, holding you up as your legs muster their own strength to keep you up. His hand wanders down to your core once again, feeling his cum leaking out of you. His fingers glide against your folds, meeting your sensitive clit. Your hand grips his wrist involuntarily, halting his movements. 

“I-I cant,” you let out, your body still recovering from your last three orgasms.

Johnny smiles, turned on by the sheer amount of times you reached ecstasy because of him. “It’ll feel good, are you sure?” He places a soft, tender kiss on your plumped lips, roughed up by the messy kisses throughout the night.

You ponder his words, his fingers gently grazing over your folds, casually dipping into you with his fingers to continue pushing his creamy finish into you. He kisses your forehead with a soft kiss, holding it in place as his fingers move inside of you in a gentle manner. 

You grab his wrist, guiding him back to your clit, meeting your lips with his. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles before moving his lips intimately against yours. 

His finger rubs circles against your nub, your nails digging into his chest as you enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Feel good?” He asks before breaking the kiss and moving a strand of hair stuck onto your glistening forehead. 

You nod, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of pure bliss his fingers are giving you. 

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His eyes are soft, searching yours for some sort of reassurance that he’s doing well. 

“I’m yours,” you simply let out, answering his plea from earlier. You watch his lips part at your words, his fingers picking up its pace in a rhythmic pattern ensuring you reach ecstasy for the fourth time that night. 

A knock on his door takes you away from your focus and a look of panic washes over you. Johnny is collected and calm, his touch and movements unwavering as he nonchalantly lets the person on the other side of the door know he’s busy. 

You bite your bottom lip before burying your face into his chest. You quiet your moans and he continues to roll his finger over your clit all while having a conversation with who you assume to be one of his roommates asking him if he wanted anything for their Uber Eats order.

“Nah, I’m good.” He shouts through the door. “I already ate.” You hear his roommate shuffle away from the door and back into another room.

Your cheeks flush at the interaction. He pets the back of your head, silently cooing over your embarrassment. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper against Johnny’s chest. “Don’t stop, please.” You capture his lips into yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, holding it in that position while you feel a familiar feeling bubble in the pit of your stomach, again. Your grip on his bottom lip releases as your jaw falls open, your body involuntarily grinding against his finger as you become undone.

You heave as Johnny pulls his hand away from your worn out pussy. Your heart is pounding against your chest as you desperately try to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay?” He wonders, stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you smile sweetly, placing a loving kiss on the palm of his hand near your face. 

“Wasn’t too much, was it?” 

“No,” you giggle. “It was absolutely perfect. It’s just a little messy.” 

You and Johnny look down at the white substance leaking out of you and sliding down your inner thigh. He bites back a laugh before reaching over to the tissue box on his desk. He cleans you up the best he could. 

“I thought you said your roommates were gonna be gone all night,” you question, watching him toss the used tissue into the trash. 

“Yeah, I thought so too.” He searches for your shirt off the floor before tossing it to you. You put it on before fishing for the underwear you stowed away in your purse. He grabs his shirt and sweatpants from the floor, watching you as you put on your underwear.

“Ah, so you did have underwear.” He snickers at you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“I’m not stupid, Johnny.” You chuckle. “What if I wanted to grab something to eat after this? I can’t just walk into an establishment without underwear, are you crazy?”

“Hm, want to?” He tugs on the strings of his pants to tighten the waistband. “Grab something to eat, I mean.”

“I thought you already ate,” you mock before nudging his arm. “I’m sorry you’re still hungry. Guess it wasn’t that good?” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Johnny tugs on your wrist, pulling you to him before wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you down on top of him as he falls onto his mattress. You let out a surprised giggle.

“Shut up,” he laughs before kissing you. “It was amazing and you know that.”

Pulling yourself up off him, you grab your small purse.

“I’m thinking Taco Bell?” He offers, grabbing his keys from his bedside table. 

“Yeah, sure,” you nod, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame you’re about to endure.

“Or not?” He senses your hesitation, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a little embarrassing walking out when your roommates are here.” You look at yourself in his mirror, looking at the marks he left against your neck. “Especially when you’ve marked your territory everywhere on my body.” You playfully smack his abdomen as he admires the patterns that are visible, sad that the rest were hidden away under your shirt. 

“Hey, they’re cool. Don’t worry about them. They won’t judge you.” He pauses. “I’ll introduce you.”

“Introduce? You introduce your one night stands to your roommates?”

“Technically, you’re no longer a one night stand, are you?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Plus, you said so yourself, you’re mine.” 

You flush at the comment you made, suddenly flustered at the confession you let out in the midst of pleasure. You don’t say a word and bury your face into the palm of your hands instead. You let out an embarrassed laugh, feeling your body flush at your actions. 

Johnny softly chuckles at you, pulling you into him again. He pets the back of your head, kissing the top of your head in comfort. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” He teases, earning a playful pinch to the side of his abdomen from you as he dares to make fun of you. He yelps at the sudden pain before placing another kiss on your forehead. Without another word, he grabs your hand and tugs you toward his bedroom door.

You hear a couple of voices down the hall, clearly more people than his two roommates. They’re playing a video game — hearing a unison of yells and profanities accompanying loud laughter. You tug on Johnny’s hand, urging him to stop. Your worried expression on your face says it all. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, attempting to soothe your nerves. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you whisper.

“Do you want to stay in my room all night?” 

“No, I want Taco Bell,” you hiss. Your stomach grumbled as you thought of your go to order. 

“Then we need to get out of here.” He retorts back at you and you pursue your lips into a thin line, a sign of defeat. 

You pray his friends are so distracted by whatever they’re doing to notice you; however, that wishful thought is thrown out the window when you hear a guy greet Johnny right before you appear behind him. 

“Hey John-“ he halts mid sentence seeing you. “Oh, hi.” He turns to you, shocked to see you holding his hand. 

And just like that, the noise stops and everyone turns their attention to you. You give a small smile at the men in the room, tightening your grip on Johnny’s hand. 

He introduces everyone to you by name. “Be nice to her. You’ll see her come around from time to time.” He warns.

“Nice to meet you all,” you smile, suddenly feeling like you were naked all over again. They were all kind and respectful, without a doubt, easing your nerves a little but this definitely wasn’t on your plans for the night.

“Hm, where are you taking her Johnny?” His roommate asks, a subtle smirk dancing on his lips. It was clear his question was to make Johnny squirm and not you. You look up at the man holding your hand who shakes his head before smiling. 

“We’re going out,” he replies. “Don’t wait up.” Johnny tugs on your hand, telling you that you were both leaving. 

“Nice to meet you guys, again.” You let out before being whisked away by Johnny. You were out the front door as quickly as you came in.

He parked his car outside of your apartment building, very similar to how it was the first night you met. Johnny takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. You feel a heartstring tug, basking in the sight of how sweet he was to you. 

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask, moving your hand towards the side of his hair, petting the back of his fresh undercut. 

He nods — following you into the building, into the elevator, and to your front door.

“This is mine,” you let out, fiddling with your house keys. You didn’t want him to leave and he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Hey,” he says, catching your attention. “Feel free to call me whenever you want to, okay?” He pushes his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Seriously, I’d love to hear from you.”

Your eyes soften, feeling a pang of guilt of not calling him sooner. “I will,” you smile. “Thank you for tonight. It was,” you pause. “Really fun.” 

A proud smile appears on Johnny’s face, shy from the praise you’re giving him. 

“I’ll definitely give you a call.” You giggle, “Thanks for taking me home, again.” 

He nods. “Have a good night.” He turns to walk away as you open your front door. Before you can process what is happening, you call out his name. 

He turns around, hands still in the pockets of his pants, hair disheveled from the night, and a surprised look on his face. 

“Do you,” you pause. “Do you want to come inside?” 

He cocks his head to the side. “I thought I did that already?” He gives you a toothy grin, proud of the line he just said. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, chuckling in disbelief. 

“But sure, you don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You do nothing but roll your eyes in defeat as he follows you into your apartment for the night.

[boykingscourt]

What are your thoughts on Wincest? Do you have any hcs?

oooh I'm excited for this! good opportunity for me to clarify some things if anyone is new around here or just curious

if you're here for the short version, I'm definitely a wincest respecter but not necessarily a wincest shipper

if you're here for the long and more nuanced version, please read on!

I have a lot friends both here and irl who are wincesties, but the most important thing for me is that they love and defend sam. I've read wincest fics and the presence of wincest is not a deal-breaker in fics, but I prefer reading gen sam and dean on the whole. it's fun to analyze something in the show with the wincest lens on, but I can just as easily take it off. ultimately wincest is not the only version of sam and dean that I find compelling, but I don't really care if people view some of my posts as wincest (wincesties, please do interact) because I only say what I think and feel regarding the brothers. idk does that technically make me a wincest shipper? maybe some people will think it does, but ultimately I feel like the nonshipper label fits better

now I'm gonna get on my soapbox about proshipping for a moment. back in the day, what we think of as "proshipping" was just called common courtesy. I'm not saying fandom was perfect when I was younger (and I was probably too young to be in fandom then if I'm being honest) but in my experience people were more respectful about ships they didn't like, understood the difference between fiction and reality, and for the most part didn't make assumptions about people irl for things they enjoyed in fiction

of course I'm not saying you have to ship incest or want to interact with people who do, but it's crucial to curate your own space. coming on here or twitter and harassing people for shipping wincest and/or crying in the main tags about how disgusting it is just makes me lose respect for you. block what you don't want to see and move on

I will also say that being so against others shipping incest and finding yourself in the supernatural fandom is kind of a problem you created. it's kind of, well, extremely silly. wincest is the oldest ship in this fandom, like literally as old as the pilot itself, and was instrumental in first getting the show off the ground (i.e. not cancelled). also given the very not normal relationship between sam and dean, the other gothic horror elements present in the show, and the way the writers and actors regard the ship, it really should be no surprise that it is so popular

okay so now that I've gotten all of that out of the way, I'm going to address the other part of this ask, which is wincest headcanons! I don't know if these are necessarily headcanons, but it is the way I prefer my wincest when I think about it or imagine how it fits in with canon:

I definitely don't imagine them as like boyfriends, just more of what they are in the show, brothers with a complicated, intense, and abusive relationship (it being complicated does not mean you cannot call abuse what it is). I think their relationship having a sexual component would not help anything and would probably just further highlight the power imbalance present

related to above, I think dean would use sex the way he uses love and affection in canon, expertly alternating between being generous with it and withdrawing it when he's angry as means to manipulate sam and have him constantly chasing after the affection. and trust. trust especially. sometimes dean isn't even aware he's doing it (or would at least tell himself that's not what he's doing to his darling little sammy), but it's extremely effective either way. seasons 4, 5, and 8 especially would be delicious in this regard

in s7 there was a point where sex was one of the only things that kept hallucifer at bay, so sam was always torn between shaking dean awake multiple times a night in their motel rooms or handling it on his own. ultimately because I think he didn't want to "burden" dean with his visions or have them both lacking sleep all the time, he would lie and pretend that one or two times a night made lucifer go away. it became harder to pretend as we approached 7x17, and after sam "let lucifer in" in 7x15, the sex trick stopped working too. also hallucifer eavesdropping or appearing over dean's shoulder as they're having sex is very appealing to me

dean is the dom. I really can't see that any other way

dean doesn't see what he does with sam as any reflection of his sexuality, aka "it's not gay and it's not incest it's just sammy." sam probably would see it as some kind of reflection of his sexuality but wouldn't see the point in voicing that

dean was experiencing attraction to sam for a while beforehand, but I don't think they began messing around until sam was a teenager. maybe it wasn't like full blown sex then, but it was definitely something. I think a bit of precedent just adds something fun to s1, especially with dean coming to get sam in the pilot and how they interact, all that time apart, and sam's grief and guilt/dean's guilt surrounding jessica

I hope you enjoyed and found something compelling in here! I am certainly no wincest connoisseur, but these are my opinions

[medicinemane]

"Whoever made this was doing so many drugs"

"This is going to give me nightmares"

You are like baby, you lack any kind of imagination, you are apparently being terrified by a Betty Boop cartoon

Like please don't be such a weenie

[crow-caller]

started playing fallen london cause of your blog and i absolutely love it! Thank u :)

Excellent!!! If I have any power, let it be used to get people to play fallen london and its related games (sunless seas, sunless skies = Survival exploration, mask of the rose = visual novel)

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Ough guys I'm hopping on the train in less than 2 days to move to a new city this is sooo fucked up what do you meannnn

[moe-broey]

Back to what I do best (bare minimum Putting My Guys In Situations shitposts) 😌

Inspo under cut!!!

[sejarcus-archive]

Sejanus is like Chappell Roan in the sense that he was only ever meant to be loved by queer people, but it got out of hand, and now there’s way too many cishets who don’t get him, expressing opinions about him.

Sejanus I’m sorry that your character keeps getting absolutely murdered and turned into everything you’re not, just cause a bunch of straight girls wanna fuck the actor who played you in that horrible adaptation, and keep projecting their fantasies onto you, and aside from how bad that is, they won’t even admit the objective truth that the actor was actually a terrible pick for you and he doesn’t fit you at all

[pens-and-paperbacks]

Endeavor is almost a perfect allegory for what the society in the mha universe does to people who can't be heroes or use their quirks in a way to benefit society, which is cast them aside or pass them over without over giving them a second glance until uh-oh! Suddenly they're worth being noticed because they're a threat.

He apologizes to his family, which is good! If you're a bad person and did terrible things, the first step in your own transformation and atonement should be to acknowledge what you've done and to apologize to those you've wronged. Great!

Thing is, Endeavor set off a chain reaction with his abusive, neglectful and downright irresponsible choices that it damaged everyone in his family for life.

I don't think someone who causes one of their own children to literally go up in flames, crying because they're finally getting attention from their father and family in the very end, ever deserves to be forgiven.

[krikitunes]

Hey, squeaker! (/affectionate /p)

I don't normally do stuff like this but I saw you liked Aizetsu and Gyutaro as a QPR and I have shipped them in secret since before I saw that. So it made my day to find. As an aro-spec person, I don't really see QPRs talked about much either and most people kind of just don't care about them as a result.

Anyway,

-> the actual point of my submission is that you recently reblogged one of my arts with the tag "good luck charm" as you were denoting affection to it for helping to uplift your mood during difficult times. It really warmed my heart, so I wanted to make something intentionally for you in that vein of "good luck charm".

I know your original tags were in reference to an endouma doodle, but I wanted to toss you something for one of your rarer pairings. (I was shocked to see it in the wild!! /pos)

Hope your week gets better, man!

I COULD COMPLETELY BURST INTO TEARS,!!!!!!! THEYRE SUCH DORK ASSES I hope someone stuffs them both in lockers they probably already do it to eachother as some odd affection ritual. Weirdos. OBSESSED.. sincerely I do not have the words to describe how MUCH I appreciate this 😭😭😭! Since you sent this things have thankfully gotten better so thank you!! Your charm worked!! (Things are still scary and new! But im feeling much better :-})

actually I am drawing a little something right now for you .holdon.

they're stargazing :-}.. I have so many little things in my head of these two but I wanted to make something quick right this second in exchange because AGWAA!!IM GRATEFUL!! I'll keep them close to my heart for EVER💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[idontmindifuforgetme]

im sorry that people are being dicks. you really are making a difference. maybe i just dont follow that many people, but you post more abt palestine than anyone ive seen and im so glad that i follow you because i think youre awesome for it. !!free palestine!!

thank u babe <3 <3 it’s not even ppl. its just one unhinged chronically online person whose opinion means nothing to me. i rest easy knowing people like that will never be pleased no matter what u do, so i just do what i want anyway & laugh whenever something like that gets sent to me. its entertaining fodder like 90% of the time. also the irony in people like that hate watching your blog is literally that they will neverrr understand that hating on someone still gives that person power regardless of how much u hate them. hate is not the opposite of love. the opposite of love is indifference. but they can’t even manage that can they

[lillotte17]

..

[orcelito]

Just finished rereading ITNL chapter 2 again

Yknow, it's long felt like a weaker chapter to me, especially compared to chapter 1. It's a Necessary chapter, but it's basically an entire chapter of introspection. Add in the fact that I wrote it in a single day and was half falling asleep by the end of editing it, but pressing onwards anyways bc I wanted So Badly to get it out that night...

The Legato part was the weakest for that. I remember staring at it and breaking my brain just trying to make it sound better before just giving up and posting. But when I worked on my full-fic re-edits about.. a year ago now? A year and a bit. I think it was October ish of 2023. But I focused on that part again, trying to get it up to my standards to be satisfied with it.

Coming back to it after some number of months, my brain relatively fresh, I think I actually did a pretty decent job. Despite being an introspective chapter, it really drives home how Wrecked vash is about it all. I like to say that chapter 1 is like a thesis to the fic, where you get vash's goals laid out pretty clearly (him picturing the things he wants to fix + him picturing his dream of having all the people he loves around a table with him, including Knives. It serves as motivation for him jumping back in time in the first place and it remains his driving force throughout the fic). In contrast, chapter 2 is... almost a secondary thesis. We see his doubt, his fears, his panic. We see the things that he's going to be struggling with throughout the whole fic. His wish to handle it all on his own, as well as how overwhelming it all is to him. Chapter 2 is the necessary second side to chapter 1's thesis, showing the weakness in his own strength and drive.

The cracks in his own unstoppable force.

Idk it's just interesting to me. Having been away from it long enough, I think I really do appreciate chapter 2 after all.

[constantvariations]

My scavenge for screenshots that I might use in an upcoming video essay led me to Lilith Fairen’s blog where, lo and behold, she apparently saw this post of mine and decided she had to talk about it

That’s an interesting way to say “the blog has me blocked, so I can’t reblog the OG post.” Fairen, you know what a block means, right? It means I don’t consent to you being on my damn blog. So either you don’t understand what boundaries are or you think it’s okay to ignore them so long as it’s the right kind of person you’re invading. Neither of which reflect well on you

[clownattack]

I aced my thesis defence with merits and I WILL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT IT (once i had my little rest) tm