#oh also the 'snake' this time was a remote

[rollingspicevee]

Do any of the beast's cookies have any kinks

MDNI!

Oh, absolutely! Here’s a few I’ve thought of them having

Shadow Milk:

• Edging and overstimulation. I feel those go hand in hand most of the time, but he definitely enjoys both

• I can see a bit of degradation? Mostly depends on his mood. If he’s in a jealous mood, like if he just took you back from an Ancient, especially Pure Vanilla Cookie, oh, he’s being degrading when he talks dirty to you. Angrily hissing in your ear like a snake throwing a fit, words like venom dripping from his fangs, even if it’s not necessarily your fault. It’s the insecurities-

• Oh, but if you’re a good lil mouse for him, he will offer praise and, if you’re lucky, gentle sex. Positive reinforcement! He wants you to keep behaving, after all~

• Roleplay! What, he’s an actor- you expected any less?

• He likes a little risk. He has more shame than Burning Spice, but not as much as Mystic Flour. He won’t fuck you in front of others unless he has a reason (such as to assert his claim over you in front of his minions or Truthless Recluse), but he likes the thought of fucking you around others, just out of sight. Perhaps behind the curtains before a show. Make sure to keep your voice down if you don’t wanna be caught~ He’ll have to punish whoever gets curious enough to check it out, after all~

• Biggest. Fucking. Tease. EVER! He is not above edging his darling in a semi public space and then denying you your orgasm for the sole purpose of enjoying himself as he watches you squirm, and no matter how much you ask, you’ll be teasingly denied until in a more private area. He could do it there if he wanted of course, but he loves the tension it creates and how much of a mess it leaves his darling lil mouse for him until you’re begging him to fuck you by the time you’re in private together. Be prepared to go all night, because he just can’t resist that adorable face you make when you beg~

• Bite him. I dare you.

Mystic Flour:

• I see her having a Mistress kink- I just do-

• Praise is not too uncommon with her. Though she may not be super vocal, she will tell you that you’re doing a good job and other words of praise every now and then. It’s so far off from her usual “everything is futile” and basically “just give up and give in” attitude that it almost gives you whiplash-

• I see sensory deprivation as one of her biggest kinks, so she often likes to blindfold her darling. Makes you much more reactive to her touch.

• I also see her liking a bit of bondage (she’s a rigger though, not a rope bunny, if there was any question). She especially likes to combine it with the sensory deprivation.

• Dommy mommy? Absolutely baiehchc

• Not a big risk taker, unlike the other two on this list. Nothing even remotely public. Ever. As for danger, she’s- iffy about it. She doesn’t mind a lil danger if you want that, but nothing major.

Burning Spice:

• Size kink. 100%. Have you seen that guy?! He’s HUGE! He towers over most, if not all, other cookies, including his fellow Beasts. He’s also built and strong. He loves how small his darling is in comparison to him, how snug you are in his arms, how tightly you squeeze his cock…

• Ngl, he’s probs the roughest of the five. He does occasionally have his gentle moments in the bedroom with you, but he’s rough more often than not and very rough on top of that

• Primal kink. He’s said before how much he loves the thrill of the chase! So be careful every time you decide to try and run from him. That’s when his predator instincts kick into high gear and, more likely than not, the thought of hunting you down will get his jam pumping in more ways than one. Good luck.

• He loves it when you fight him. When you’re feisty. When you’ve got a bit of bite to you. Just be careful not to rile him up too much if you wanna be able to move for the week.

• He’s been around a long time and can get bored very easily. He never gets bored of you, of course, but this does lead to some… interesting proposals from him. Unless it puts your life in danger, nothing is off the table for him to want to try at least once. That’s not to say he doesn’t like a little danger tho.

• Zero shame. Actually- negative shame. Will fuck you in front of the Spice Swarm if he’s in the mood for it.

I can’t really say much for Eternal Sugar or Silent Salt since we know so little about them so far. I can say I see Eternal Sugar enjoying somno tho-

All:

• Corruption Kink. That is all.

[sourdeers]

☰ ❝NEXT TIME❞

— contents: third year! izuku. 17+ - suggestive, but no explicit smut. established relationship. reader uses the nickname zuku. coming in pants. dry humping. profanity. — word count ﹕ 1,286. — a/n: request here.

“are you alright, y/n?”

“huh?” you look up from your notebook, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. you blink a couple times, clearing away the brain fog, and shake your head. “oh, yes, sorry. i was just spacing out. i don’t think i have enough willpower to study anymore.”

izuku laughs, running a hand through the mess of green curls on his head. “yeah . . sometimes i tend to go a little overboard with studying.” he smiles sheepishly and sets his notebook off to the side, stretching his legs out. “what do you wanna do then? watch a movie? or we could go bother iida and momo—see what they’re up to.”

you think for a moment, pressing your lips together and letting out a quiet hum. “let’s watch a movie. you can pick; i picked last time.”

silently, he nods and stands. both of you snicker when his knees pop like a firecracker. he extends his hand to you and, of course, you take it.

you lay down on his bed as he searches for the remote—he’s lost it about a million times; you keep telling him to just tape it to the wall, but he thinks it’s farcical.

once he finally lays back down, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his waist, he puts on a random movie. it’s a hero movie, one you’ve never seen before, but you don’t care because you know he’s enjoying it.

from the way you’re situated, you can hear his heartbeat in your ears. it’s comforting, in a way. it’s one of the only constant things in your life, as an up and coming pro hero.

distracted, your fingers trail up his freckled arm. light touches followed by goosebumps and a few shivers here and there.

your hand absentmindedly falls to his chest, tracing shapes against his thin t-shirt. you move your head a little bit, finding his heart beating faster than before, and you smile.

“‘zuku?”

“y- yeah?”

“do you wanna . . .” there’s a hint of insecurity in your tone. because, while you and izuku have been dating for four months, and while he is kindest, most nonjudgmental person you’ve ever met, you still get nervous about asking things like this. you keep your head down, eyes trained on the TV, even though you know izuku is staring down at you. “wanna . . make out?”

impossibly, his heart beats faster. you can hear him swallow, followed by a meek and breathy, “yeah.”

you prop yourself up on your elbow and give him an excited smile. “really?”

“yes,” he says quickly, also shifting into a more upright position. “i- i mean if you want to, then, uh, yeah.”

without another word, you maneuver yourself onto his lap, swinging one leg over his pelvis and plopping down. immediately and seemingly involuntarily, his hands find your hips, giving you a brief squeeze.

“this is . . new,” he comments in regards to you straddling him, pupils already blown wider than usual. “what made you want to - mmph!”

you cut him off, pressing your lips to his, forcing his head back and effectively shutting him up. both of you melt into the kiss immediately; his grip tightening on your hips, your hands snaking up his chest and around his neck to tug at his hair. 

there's no reason for you to be going as fast—as hard—as you are right now, but izuku quickly picks it up and presses you closer to him, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission.

there’s something about the way he touches you. something about the way he holds on too tightly, but not so tight as to hurt you. a silent you’re mine, you think.

you shift your hips, trying to get even closer to him, and izuku moans. it’s soft, quiet, almost inaudible, but it’s there. you hesitate, but pull away from him a bit, eyes roaming over his flushed face.

“s- sorry,” he stutters out, swollen lips parting slightly. “you-“ he cuts himself, swallowing, and looks anywhere but your eyes. “that . . felt good. sorry if that’s weird! i don’t want to- to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

a soft giggle escapes you before you can stop it. he meets your eyes again, looking a little terrified. “i didn’t mean to laugh, sorry.” you shake your head, biting back a smile. “it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. it’s nice. knowing that i made you make that sound, i mean. can i . . . can i do it again?”

almost immediately, he nods. it’s slow and dumb, but it’s a nod nonetheless.

you roll your hips again, watching the way his face moves. his brows pinch together slightly, mouth falls open even more, hands grip your hips tighter. slowly, you lower your head to his again, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“you’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers. subtly, his hands start to move you, pressing you against his growing boner. “s- so pretty.”

you bite your lip and let out a breathy sound. “i don’t-“ you cut yourself off, shifting slightly so you’re more comfortable. “i’ve never done anything like this,” you admit shyly. “i don't know what i’m doing, so-“

“it’s okay,” he cuts you off, leaning in to kiss you again. “it’s okay,” he repeats, this time breathier. “you’re doing- ah- good. you’re making me feel really good, y/n. i don’t- don’t know what i’m doing either. just-“

“keep doing this?” you press down harder, and his head drops falls back against the wall, mouth opening in a silent moan. you place your hands on his chest, grounding yourself before you move your hips a little faster. “shit, ‘zuku. you feel- so good. you’re so- ah.”

you grab his face and pull him into another kiss, this time more fervent and aggressive than before. your hips move wildly, chasing the high. every moan you let out, he swallows. every moan he lets out, you swallow. you’ve never felt anything like this—so euphoric.

“wait, y/n-“ izuku pants between kisses, grabbing at your hips even tighter. you’re sure there’s going to be a bruise tomorrow, and you can’t find it in you to care. “y/n, shit. i- i’m-“

a shiver runs through his body and the moan he lets out is so delicious, that you moan just from the sound of it. his hips jerk twice more before he lets out a sigh and drops his chin to his chest, staring at where your bodies meet.

there’s a moment of silence, and then he looks up at you, eyes wide, face red. “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he says quickly, words rushing out of his mouth like he can’t stop them. “i- i can’t believe i just- oh my god. that’s so embarrassing. i’m so sorry, y/n.”

it takes you a minute to realize why he’s apologizing. you scoot back on his lap and look down, eyes glazing over at the wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.

“i didn’t mean to- i just couldn’t- you felt so good and-“ he groans frustratedly. “i’m sorry. please don’t hate me.”

you look back up and tilt your head, still confused. “hate you?” you repeat. you lean forward and plant a soft kiss on his forehead, then his nose, then his mouth. “izuku, i’m not gonna hate you for coming in your pants. i’m actually . . very flattered. and happy. that i could make you feel this way, i mean.”

“but you didn’t-“

“that’s okay.” you shrug, giggling. “i don’t need to. next time, yeah?”

he swallows hard, gaze drifting to your mouth as he licks his lips. “yeah,” he whispers. “next time.”

[urno1luv]

Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! 💜

Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??

But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu 💜🫶

i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...🫣but ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myself😭😭hope u like this ♡

part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(🤩), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)

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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasn’t just that she was bratty—it was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33

"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.

You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "I’m eating cereal."

"And I’m eating in peace—or I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which she’d made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."

She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. “I’m giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,” she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...

“Giselle, you’re literally standing next to the dishwasher.”

“Yeah, but my nails are wet,” she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. “You’re welcome for the visual.”

And don’t get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.

“Why didn’t you return it if you didn’t like it?” you asked, baffled.

“Because the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,” she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.

If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. “Aww, is living with me too much for you?” she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza you’d specifically saved for yourself. “Poor thing.”

But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, she’d throw out a smug, “You’re just mad that I’m fucking right,” and leave the room, huffing.

Some days you wondered why you hadn’t packed your bags yet. But then she’d do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch something?”

You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.

She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.

You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33

An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.

Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.

Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.

Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.

You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.

"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.

"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.

While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.

Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.

Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.

[adieutristana]

formalities; mel medarda x fem!reader

i need to write more for mel i love her so bad. ik i said in my hcs she prefers privacy but umm this idea was too good to not write

i'm trying to get to requests, writing block is beating my ass rn

summary; mel’s brought you to a gala to celebrate progress day. try to keep yourself together.

characters included; mel medarda

tags/warnings; dom!mel, sub!reader, public, r wearing a remote-controlled vibrator, humiliation kinda?, dirty talk, praise, porn w plot if you count the gala, edging, mentions of drinking

men and minors dni.

progress day is easily the most eagerly anticipated day for anyone living in piltover. a symbol of how far the city has come, in so many different ways. the city had been built from the ground up, with a few dreamers and innovators starting it all- and it'd only grown from there. piltover is now one of the most recognizable cities around; not only for its culture and bustling society, but also for its technological advancements.

hextech had been an incredible development for piltover, both helping and guiding citizens. not only was it fascinating and new, but it's useful. it can be used to protect a city, to heal its people, and to provide better life. it's already being infused into medicinal practices across the city, being used to better the lives of others. that's all anyone could want for a new technology, really: to help.

but progress day is also a day of endless celebrations. fireworks and light shows are held annually, with large families attending and making new memories each time. countless parties are held: from the youth at the academy to the nobles, politicians and socialites of the upper class. like your girlfriend.

mel is a vision tonight. she always is; but in a floor-length sleeveless gold dress, accentuated with white around the bust and waist, she looks like royalty. eyelids brushed with glitter and glossed lips, a charming smile cast in the direction of every guest who passes by her. she keeps her hand planted firmly on your waist as she takes tentative sips of some kind of punch. something non-alcoholic, just to start the night. it's moments like this that you look at her, and find it hard to believe that she's truly yours.

she'd helped you pick the perfect dress as well- stayed in a dress shop with you for hours as you tried on numerous garments. she knows this dressmaker, and she was able to squeeze you in for a last-minute fitting. mel sat perched on a stool outside of your changing room the entire appointment, tilting her head, pursing her lips, providing her commentary and opinions.

"turn around for me, darling."

"that's a good color on you, but maybe we could take it a little lighter?"

"oh! that's beautiful. of course, the woman wearing the dress is beautiful as well."

it had taken almost the entire evening, but you'd finally settled on a satin dress, also floor-length. the color is one not far off from the color of mel's, but still something that compliments you. even though you're in separate outfits and sporting your own styles, anyone who lays eyes on you can tell that you're together. a power couple of piltover, some might say.

but after you'd done the finishing touches on your hair, mel had snuck behind you. snaking slim arms around your waist, voice deep and smooth in your ear.

"i wanna add a little something else," she murmured, before pulling out a remote-controlled vibrator, one that'd no doubt stimulate both your clit and your walls at the same time. your breath instantly caught in your throat, your eyes blown wide.

"mel, that's-"

"risky? yes," she purrs, her breath brushing the skin of your ear. "but that's all the more fun, isn't it?"

the woman pressed her glossed lips over the pulse point of your neck. sticky, yet warm, and enticing.

"we'll make a game out of it. i have the remote, and i'll control it throughout the night. all you have to do is keep yourself composed. can you do that for me, darling?"

you could only swallow and nod, your skin becoming impossibly heated. the hair on your arms stood on edge while you inched your skirt up to allow your girlfriend to apply the toy, only adding to mel's satisfaction.

✧.*

"miss medarda!"

a businessman approaches the pair of you, champagne glass in hand. he looks a bit flushed already, even though the night has just barely started. piltovans know no limits when it comes to progress day, though.

the woman turns to him, a light smile gracing her features. “mel,” she corrects. “no need for formalities.”

he chuckles at that, shaking his head. he gives you a small nod in acknowledgment, but this causes mel to tick up the setting, just once. it’s still enough to cause your thighs to clench together and draw a gasp from you- but mel pays you no mind. someone is trying to talk to her, and she needs to be respectful. damn it.

“well, mel, this is a fine event you’ve put together,” he leans on one leg. his voice is more of a drawl than anything. it’s a bit comical how he’s already losing his composure this early into the night, but your girlfriend has grown used to it. after going to this many parties, you see guests of all kinds.

“oh, no. i didn’t organize this,” she chuckles, waving her hand off in a dismissive gesture.

“oh? who did, then?”

“a friend. i’ll give them your compliments.”

she looks over to you for just a split second to make sure that you’re alright. you swallow, nodding slowly, before she turns to the man again as if nothing had happened.

“i’d appreciate that, miss med- mel.”

the councilwoman smiles and gives a soft chuckle at the correction, nodding in approval. that’s it, you can almost hear her say. but the toy is still at a steady pace inside of you, over your clit. stimulating you so thoroughly. if she was paying attention right now, your girlfriend would be able to see that you’re beginning to fall apart at the seams.

once the man finally saunters off, it’s like a switch has been flipped. she turns to you and takes one of the straps of your dress. slim fingers making contact with your shoulders, leaning into you so fucking closely. her hot breath brushes against your ear in an almost condescending manner.

“not even the third highest setting, and you’re already losing your composure,” she huffs. “i thought you had more strength in you.”

you swallow, nodding fervently. though you’re cut off yet again by stronger vibrations against your arching clit. sending electricity up your core and throughout the rest of your body in a manner that almost causes your knees to buckle underneath you.

“i- ah! sorry,” you gasp. “i’m trying, mel, i am…”

“try harder,” she demands. she’s only met with a nod from you, unable to even form words to defend yourself. “you look desperate like this. though, it is a good look on you.”

it seems like praise, but you're not sure exactly what to say to that. she pours another glass of champagne for you before heading to another section of the crowded gala. it'll be about another hour before a firework show begins, and for now, it's all socialization. wealthy businessmen making deals, or maybe trying to swindle those new to the trade? other council members talking amongst themselves, excited to finally get a break from the council building.

beside the aching between your legs, finding things to do isn't hard. mel's amusement when she sees you taken with a chocolate fountain is palpable, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

"get as many as you wish," she hums, handing you a few strawberries. "oh- careful with your fingers, dear. careful!" her laughter rings out, such a wonderful sound. it's a break from the sweet torture the woman is subjecting you to, causing you to stumble on your feet and your breath to catch in your throat every so often. she's just getting started, but you're already being driven nearly to delirium.

✧.*

"five, four, three, two, one!”

BOOM!

the crackling of fireworks ring through the air with gasps from guests. an array of colors filling the air as each firework crackles out, and your arm is slung around mel’s waist. her eyes seem to shine in the light with each one casting another color over her face, and it hits you full force just how beautiful mel is.

she’s a vision. a goddess in her own right. divinity in human form, if that's even possible.

"it's beautiful," she's beautiful, you mean to say. but you've already told her that so many times tonight. "this gets better every year, i think."

"mm, you're right," she muses, resting her head on your shoulder. dark curls cascade down your shoulder and back, while she rests her free hand on your hip. champagne can wait. "i think they hired somebody new this year. they're a real artist, whoever they are."

click, and buzz.

"gods damn it, mel-" you stutter. it's now second from highest. pressing even further against your clit, if that's even possible.

BOOM!

"what, is something wrong?"

"n-no, just... ngh," you whimper, barely holding onto that last bit of self-control. any louder, and people will start to notice. both you and mel are perfectly aware of this, but it only seems to make your girlfriend that much more aroused. “fuuuck, that’s…”

the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead do little to help you, and the way you’re squeezing your eyes shut. the fireworks are getting more exciting with each passing minute, but the sounds don’t even reach you at this point. that familiar knot in your lower stomach is strung so damn tight, and you may explode any second.

the toy is stimulating your slick hole so fucking well. pulsing inside of you and brushing against your g-spot with every little movement you make. but you can bear it, you have to-

until mel clicks the vibrator to the highest setting, and you finally let a sharp moan rip from your chest.

luckily, other guests are too enthralled by the show to notice. but mel, oh mel- she’s got her fingers digging into your waist now.

“cum,” she whispers. “cum for me.”

that’s all you need. your orgasm doesn’t wash over you or bubble up, it slams against you like a hard brick and it’s so fucking perfect. your thighs shake and your heart feels as if it’s about to burst from the confines of your chest.

“ah- ungh, fuck!” you whimper, holding onto the councilwoman for dear life. you’re trying so hard to stay upright, but your efforts are fruitless. she has to hold you up before you buckle underneath yourself. “oh… oh, gods…”

“shh, shh. that’s it. you did so good, so good,” mel whispers, peppering soft kisses against your temple. she can hear just how breathless you are, and it just serves to heighten her pleasure. you always sound incredible like this, mel thinks.

her glossed lips leave behind a sticky residue, her voice is soft and smooth as always. “you’re beautiful. i love how you cum for me like that… so good.”

[sturniholo]

play date - chris sturniolo

in which a hangout with chris turns into something more

warning: smut!!!

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“Y/n, hey,” Chris greeted as he closed the door behind you. He pulled you in for a quick hug, his arms wrapping around your back.

“Where’s Matt and Nick?” you asked as you pulled away. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for the other two.

“They’re out running errands or some shit, so I figured we could hang out.” You nodded at him. “We could watch a movie or something.” He walked over to the couch, you following close behind him.

He handed you the remote as you took a seat beside him. “You sure you want me to pick? I’ll probably just put on a rom-com.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said making you chuckle.

After a few minutes, you decided to put on Clueless, your all-time favorite movie. As the beginning scene began to play, you glanced over at Chris. His eyes were glued to the screen, which made you smile to yourself.

About an hour into the movie, you were starting to get cold. You scooted over on the couch, moving yourself under the blanket. Chris, who was also under the blanket, looked over at you with a smile. He wrapped his arm around you, pushing you into his side.

For some reason, you couldn’t stop the goosebumps that arose on your skin from his touch, even though you’ve been in this position multiple times. He didn’t seem to notice though, as his attention was on the movie.

You turned your attention back to the screen, trying not to focus on Chris’ arm around you. In the scene that was playing, Cher was trying to get with Christian. You watched as she brushed her leg against his, trying to get him riled up.

Now it was Chris’ turn to glance over at you. He watched as you moved your eyes across the screen, studying the blonde’s every move. As if he was trying to recreate what was happening in the movie, he moved his hand onto your thigh, his large palm caressing the skin.

You instantly took notice of this, your eyes slightly widening. You slowly turned to look at him, his eyes already on you. “Chris,” you managed to choke out. You peeled the blanket off of your body, your eyes trailing down to his hand.

“Shit, sorry.” He moved his hand off of your leg and placed it on his lap. However, you grabbed onto his hand, placing it back on your leg. “Oh.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you whispered. You watched as his Adam’s apple moved, nervously swallowing. His eyes flickered down to your lips, making you get a surge of confidence. Before you knew it, you were leaning in.

He met you in the middle, his lips connecting with yours. Your hands moved to his shoulder, gripping his white shirt. His grip on your thigh became tighter as he kissed you, making you smirk against his lips.

As you pulled away, you felt your heart thumping out of your chest. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted that,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he said in a quiet tone, almost a whisper.

His tone made you feel something you’ve never felt before. A heat shot through your body, all the way down to between your thighs. Your hand reached for his, intertwining it with your own. “I’ve always wanted this, Chris.”

Before you could even blink, Chris pressed his lips against yours. His hands gripped yours even tighter, making you smile into the kiss.

While maintaining the kiss, Chris managed to lift you off of the couch. As he carried you through the house, you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him in a tight grip. He pulled his lips away from you, focusing on getting you to his bedroom.

He placed you at the foot of his bed, his arms snaking around your waist. You wrapped yours around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your lips to him, hungrily moving your lips against his.

Chris gently pushed you onto his mattress, hovering above you. His eyes trailed up and down your body, making you feel weak beneath him. “You can touch me,” you whispered. He looked up at you, a smirk evident on his face.

Your stomach muscles tensed as his fingers traced down your body, stopping at the waistband of your sweatpants. He slid your pants down, his fingers ghosting over your legs as he went. His eyes scanned over your legs, pressing his tongue into his cheek as he took you in. They stopped on your black panties, which made his heart beat faster.

You watched as his fingers hooked under the fabric, sliding it down your leg. The cool air on your bottom half, which was now fully exposed to him, made you gasp.

He leaned in next to your ear. “Are you sure you want this?” He felt you nod beneath him, which made him pull away with a smirk. He pressed his lips against yours once more, his hand resting on your cheek. His other hand made its way down to your cunt, ghosting over the skin.

As the kiss went on, you felt his fingers move between your folds, making you gasp into the kiss. He slipped his finger in, making you moan into his mouth. He pulled away, looking down at you with a smirk. His eyes fixated on the way you writhed at the feeling of his finger plunging into you. “You look so pretty taking my fingers.”

As you continued to moan, he slipped another finger in, making you bite your lip. “Fuck,” you breathed out. His intense gaze turned you on even more, making you buck your hips into him. His thumb brushed against your clit, making you whine.

As he continued to work his fingers, your hand made its way up your shirt. You took your right breast in your hand, kneading it in your hand. With the added pleasure, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

Chris watched as you groped yourself, making his cock twitch in his pants. The sound of your wet pussy and the moans leaving your mouth were starting to make him impatient. He picked up the pace, making you grip onto his wrist.

“Don’t stop.” He continued to plunge into you, making you grind your hips, pushing him even deeper inside of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled. You felt yourself clench around him, your orgasm overtaking your body. He watched as your legs trembled with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head.

He pulled his fingers out of you. They were coated with your juices, making them glisten in the light. “You did so good for me, pretty girl.” He took his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the arousal you left behind. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked his fingers clean, your thighs squeezing together.

Your eyes then trailed down his body, stopping at the evident bulge in his pants. “You wanna take ‘em off?” Chris looked down at you, motioning to his sweatpants. You sat up, reaching for his waistband. He helped you take them off, along with his boxers. His cock slapped against his lower stomach, making you bite your lip. He softly laughed at you before pushing you back against the pillows. “Let me get this off of you, mama.” He reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head. His eyes slightly widened as your tits fell free. You silently thanked yourself for not wearing a bra today.

He immediately grabbed at your chest, taking your breasts in his hands. He kneaded them, making you bite your lip. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered under his breath. You felt your cheeks go hot as he touched you.

However, you wanted to return his favor. You reached for his cock, wrapping your hand around it. He let out a groan at the sudden contact, making you smirk to yourself. You began to slowly stroke him, looking to see his reaction. His head slightly fell, a low moan leaving his mouth.

He wrapped his hand around yours, making you go faster. A dribble of spit left his mouth, landing directly on his cock. Moans left his mouth as you continued to touch him, making you more eager to have him inside you.

Eventually, he pulled away from you. “Lay back for me, ma.” You lay against the pillows, your heart beating out of your chest as you watched him. He stroked himself a few more times before making his way between your legs. He slapped his cock against your pussy, getting you ready for him.

As he lined himself up with you, slowly pushing himself in, you let out a sharp breath. The feeling of him stretching you was enough to make you feel uncomfortable but in the best way possible. Once he was inside of you, he stayed frozen for a second. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Chris, please move.” You grabbed onto his arm, giving yourself some support as he began to thrust into you. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

He looked down at you, his face wearing a look you’ve never seen before. He was so focused on the pleasure he didn’t even notice you looking up at him.

His thrusts began to get faster, making you claw at his arm. “Chris,” you moaned out. He looked down at you, a groan escaping his lips.

“Am I making you feel good, mama?” You moaned a response, making him go deeper. A whine left your lips, making his hips stutter. He grabbed onto your hips, creating a new angle. This new angle had you grabbing at the sheets, moans spilling from your mouth.

“You’re so big, fuck, Chris.” He leaned down to your face, placing a peck on your lips. As he pulled away, he grabbed one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. This made him go even deeper inside of you, earning a guttural moan from him. “Shit, just like that.”

He continued to drill into you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room. You were so overcome with pleasure that you couldn't think straight. “I’m gonna cum, ma.” Those words took you out of your trance. He began to pick up his pace, which was now animalistic.

“Chris,” you cried out. You clenched around him, making him roughly pound into you, his cum shooting onto your walls. You weren’t far behind him, cumming around his dick with a loud moan.

After you rode out your high, he pulled out of you, laying beside you on the bed. He looked over at you. You wore a fucked out expression, which made him smile. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You turned to look at him. “I’m so glad I came over today.”

“Me too,” he chuckled. His hand traced patterns on your side. “It was about time this happened,” he joked. You playfully scoffed at him, resting your head on his chest. The two of you drifted off to sleep, totally forgetting that Nick and Matt could be back any minute.

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a/n: sorry it’s been a minute, but im here now. anyway, i need chris in my bed immediately! and don’t forget to leave a request if you have one!!!

[sulumuns-dootah]

Taking the WHB demons (+ angels) to the Zoo

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: It's my b-day! And as a treat to myself I went to visit a local Zoo so ofc I'll write about how our demons (+ angels) would behave if they got to go too! ^^

Characters: All of the demons + the Seraphs

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With Satan in your group, you don't have to worry about being suffocated in a crowd of people. In a true Satan fashion, they all get a healthy dose of his boots to their behinds if they get even remotely close. And no, children are not safe from him.

Sitri is the snacks and drinks provider. No need to buy overpriced slushies and ice-cream when as soon as you get a craving, something sweet is being handed to you.

As unathletic as Leraye is, you'll see him speedwalking from an enclosure to enclosure. Oh, but if the Zoo has a tropical house with storm sounds for the immersive ambiance? Good luck getting him out of there.

Paimon takes photos of everything and anything. Every few enclosures has to take a break to pick out the best photos and delete the rest to clear out space for more.

Interestingly, Belial - or moreso Jjyu is really quiet. Maybe because someone told him that if he doesn't learn his manners, he might end up as food for one of the animals. This also might be the first time Belial has had such peace and quiet since he first got Jjyu.

Please, tell Astaroth to keep his snake at home in advance. The last thing anyone wants is to argue with the staff that it's really his snake and that he didn't steal it.

You barely notice Zagan even being there. Well, if he didn't leave his talismans everywhere, that is. Despite being practically expresionless, you can see him softly smile while watching animals do something cute.

Ppyong acts like a toddler. In the beginning he'll fly around all excited, happily exclaiming at the actions of the animals. Then he gets all tired and whiny, so Zagan someone has to carry him around. Once he's all rested up, it's back to square one

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"Oh, that's you favorite animal? M'kay, gimme a second to look up how much it costs." - Mammon

"Look at them, all they do is lay around and do nothing and we still have to pay to see them!" - Bimet

Eligos nearly buy out the plushies in the souvenir shop. Can't balme him, tho, they're usually super cute (and expensive x.x).

Do you feel guilty for dragging everyone around just to see your favorite animals? Valerfor is more than happy to be dragged around! Just give him enough time to read the info plaque so the two of you can have an interesting convo later.

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Oh boy is it hard to get Leviathan to come with you. And honestly, I wouldn't recommend at all. The people make him anxious and the fact that the animals get all of your attention instead of him? How he wishes he could hang them all.

Foras is probably the best Hades noble to visit with. He's eager to see all the animals the place has to offer. Also doesn't mind being dragged around.

Scheduling tip: make sure the day is overcast. If it's rainy, Barbatos will refuse to go anywhere. If it's sunny, there's no way you can keep his clothes on and with all the kids around... yikes.

Glasyalabolas will hang around the predators and vultures. If he's not there, he's probably about, scaring unattended children.

A Zoo is an amazing place to release Orias back into the wilderness. Just let him loose to disappear amongst all the other children at the playground. There's a chance that some unfortunate parent will mistake him for their own kid and take him home.

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Beelzebub is excited to try out all the food at the food court/restaurant within the Zoo. If there's a queue, he'll just walk up to the front. In such case is handy to have Satan with you to kick everyone out of the way.

Our poor Bael tries to coordinate the whole trip with you. The whole time he's holding an itinerary with time spans that you can spend on certain sections so you can catch as much commented feedings as possible.

Stolas has you to stop at every stall with snacks. So what, Sitri has a whole bag of them? Those he can have anytime, but these are only available at the Zoo (they're not)

The only one who's allowed to tour the Zoo on his own, separate from the group is Naberius, because nobody's willing to stop at every enclosure so he can read the plaques and commit them to memory. The only ones he avoids are canines bc they count as his family or smth and he hates to see them caged.

Oh lord the amount of times you've accidentally left Amon behind because he fell asleep while sitting somewhere in shade on a bench. Only once Beel returns from his food tasting will Amon stick with the group, so he can spend time by his side.

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Similar to Glasyalabolas, Ronove likes to hang around vultures and animals known to scare people. If there's a night exhibition, he'd also enjoy that. Partially because when people get startled when they enter a room and see him just silently standing there.

Phenix is kinda a hard one. Obviously, in their state it's difficult to go out anywhere in the human world. They agree, so they're content wiht just seeing Paimon's photos.

Another demon, who better be left at home is Dantalian. Sure, he can pass as a human, but you'd have to have him on a leash or keep an eye on him constantly. The moment he's out of your sight, he'll just try to get into an enclosure of some dangerous animal.

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Taking out Belphegor could be actually funny. Get him a wheelchair and take turns witht he rest of your group pushing him around. Just make sure to not leave him anywhere, just like Amon.

Beleth loves the house of felines. He's the exact opposite of Naberius. He's aware how endangered some large cat breeds are and he's happy to see some of his nearly extinct relatives safely protected.

Our floor gremlin Gusion has the answer to every question you might have about an animal. How? He's literally looking at the plaque rn. (*tired side-eye*)

A trip? Bathin very much cuncurs. Actually, why even go to a local Zoo when you can go to the one at the other side of the country? But don't get surprised if he gets a bit too excited iykwim.

Andrealphus spends most of the time in an area dedicated to bees and showcasing beekeeping. (my zoo has it and it's super adorable) Most of the animal enclosures have a stench to them and the pollinating flowers are so soothing to him. Also there's something about the constant buzzing that helps calm his mind.

As long as Belphegor doesn't go, Agares is happy to join you. He's taken over his country and now he would like to take over your attention? Not happening. It's either him or Belphie.

And as a loyal servant, Vassago refuses to go anywhere if his king is not going either. If you end up going with these two, however, I would avoid commented feeding since they could technicaly count as a speech.

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Being there since the begining, Lucifer's seen all the animals on earth as they were made by God, so he doesn't really see a reason to go to a Zoo, but eventually agrees to go when the others keep talking about it.

Morax is the best demon to take with you. All animals tend to naturally flock to him and so whenever you approach an enclosure, the animal will walk as close to him as it can, giving you the best view and if it's safe to, you can even pet it.

Big cat lover no.2 AKA Marbas! Will wait unti it's the cats' feeding time and then just watch as they tear their meal apart (it's usually a whole dead rabbit from what I've seen).

Buer would much more preffer a quiet getaway to maybe do some yoga or meditation, but nobody really asks him. As long as it makes you happy, he's happy to tag along. You'll probably find him later on with Adrealphus in the bee field.

Ooh, Gamigin loves snakes! They remind him of dragons (notice how he doesn't think they're related). "Wow, look at that one! I was that size when I was about 1000 years old!"

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Gabriel will most definitely decline your invitation to come along from the get go, so here's what you do: instead of a trip to a Zoo, you tell him that you're going a place where humans celebrate all the different types of God's creations. If he actually endures the whole schebang is a whole different question, though.

Been there, seen the animals before. Michael isn't interested in going anywhere where humans congregate. Though, it would make wiping them out easier.

Raphael is actually happy to go along with you. The whole experience is like reading a book witht he author's commentary. "Oh, that one was my idea. Can you tell?", "Yeah, I was telling Michael that it was a bad idea, but he wouldn't listen.", "Ahah, that one is scary to you? Gabriel made that one!"

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Ending 7 - Dripping Venom

Warnings: yandere themes

Note: Sorry this is late, also boa constrictors are disturbing

You had been asked by Mr. Crowley to spend the entire next day with the snakes. You had no idea why, but you couldn’t argue with the owner of the zoo. Plus, it would be great to research them.

You turned on a documentary about boa constrictors, hoping to learn more about Kalim and, later, Jamil.

“When the male feels inclined to breed, he begins to crawl over the female and flicks his tongue at the body of his object of desire. The female usually tries to escape the intentions of the male by crawling away. This leads to a situation, in which the male chases the female through the enclosure until she no longer escapes. Once she finally holds still, the male coils his tail around hers and attempts to force-”

You turned off the TV, face burning. That was extremely disturbing, you thought, why would nature make them mate like that?

Deciding to skip the viper special, you laid back on your bed and fell asleep immediately. When you woke the next morning, you could have sworn you had had a nightmare about two shadowy figures stalking you through a dark alley, but the memory disappeared quickly.

You got up and got ready. Once you were in uniform and were smelling fresh, you slipped on your boots and opened the front door.

Something shot forward, grabbing you and knocking you to the ground. You tried to scream, but the air had been knocked out of your chest. It took a moment for you to recognize the figures now making their way curiously into your home.

“Jamil?” you managed to ask, absolutely stunned, “Kalim? What are you doing here?”

The two snake halflings looked down at you, amused. Kalim offered a hand to you and you took it, standing up to stare at the two.

“Mr. Crowley told you you’d be spending the day with us.” Jamil said matter-of-factly, “So we’re here to spend the day with you.”

“In my home?” you were shocked, “How did you even get here?”

Kalim gave you a hug, “I’m so happy! We get to see your enclosure this time!” he paused, looking you up and down, “Why are you wearing your uniform? Is that all the clothing you own? I thought humans wore multiple outfits!”

“It’s clear that Mr. Crowley did not explain fully,” Jamil chuckled.

Kalim looked crestfallen for a moment before brightening up, “Well, now that we’re here, what are we going to do today?”

You hesitated. Obviously, you couldn’t just bring them outside somewhere- people would freak out. They would have to stay in your house- which didn’t have a lot to do.

However, the two snakes were already entertained. They were going around your bedroom, gently touching objects they had clearly never seen before. 

Kalim touched a lamp that was touch-based and jumped when it turned on. His startled expression melted into an amused one as he poked it over and over, making the lightbulb flash.

Jamil, on the other hand, seemed fascinated by your decor. He looked over the small Japanese shrine model and another statue that looked like a Chinese temple. “Where did you get these?” 

“They used to be my parents’,” you replied, albeit a little sadly, “They liked collecting models of Asian architecture.”

“I see,” Jamil replied, “I would love to see these places in person.”

“Me too,” you said with a soft smile.

Kalim wandered over to the TV and poked the screen, “What is this box?”

“Oh, that’s a TV!” you said, “That’s really the only entertainment I have to share with you both…”

“How does it work?” Jamil asked curiously. 

You grabbed the remote from the nightstand and clicked the power button. Immediately, the TV turned on to the last DVD you had put it- a nature documentary about all kinds of snakes. It was currently featuring cobras.

Kalim’s eyes widened in surprise, “Woah! That snake stands up! And spits venom!”

Jamil crossed his arms, amused, “Cobras are powerful creatures. I’m not surprised humans are fascinated with them.”

Kalim sat on the edge of the bed with difficulty, “Can we watch more?”

“Of course!” you laughed, “I have a lot of nature documentaries. Maybe you’d want to learn more about deserts or the arctic?”

Jamil was intrigued, “Humans have so much information about animals, but rarely live among them.”

“Well, we don’t have fangs or claws and we’re kinda squishy,” you explained, “Most of us could never survive in the wilderness.”

Kalim grinned, “That’s okay, you have us now to protect you.”

Jamil shot him a look that you couldn’t decipher. Kalim ignored him and asked, “Do you have anything sweet to eat? Like the donuts?”

You thought for a moment, “I could make some cookies?”

“Okay!” Kalim said enthusiastically.

You went into the kitchen and pulled the cookie squares from the fridge. You flattened them against a tray and placed them in the oven. You set a timer, then walked back into your bedroom to check on the halflings.

Kalim had moved to the floor, right in front of the TV, completely engrossed in whatever the TV was saying. Jamil had coiled himself on the bed, watching with interest as well. 

You waited until the timer went off and took the cookies out to cool. 

“What was that noise? Are you okay?” Kalim slithered into the kitchen and you laughed a little.

“Yes, it was just an alarm telling me the cookies were done baking.”

Kalim reached for one and you smacked his hand away with a spatula, “They’re still hot! You’ll burn yourself!”

He pouted for a moment, staring hard at the cookies as though that would cool them off faster. Finally, you scooped the cookies onto a plate and brought them to the bedroom, Kalim on your nonexistent tail.

Jamil took one cookie and thanked you. Kalim, on the other hand, grabbed a handful and began shoving them into his mouth. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

The three of you watched as the documentary talked about pythons next, showing scenes of a jungle where snakes decorated the tree branches. You looked at Jamil and Kalim, wondering if either of them missed their home, but they just seemed intrigued, not sad.

There was a sudden knock on the door. You got up and opened it, finding four zookeepers on your doorstep. “We’re here to pick up the snakes.”

You blinked in surprise, realizing it was already getting dark. “Of course, come in.”

“Kalim! Jamil! It’s time for you to go home,” you said, feeling like a mother sending kids home after a slumber party.

In one orchestrated moment, you felt your body being squeezed and hot breath on your shoulder. It took a moment to realize what was going on. Kalim had wrapped his tail around you, squeezing your lower body and Jamil had his venom-filled fangs centimeters from plunging into your neck.

“G-guys?” you stammered, frozen in fear. The zookeepers were equally frozen.

“Leave us alone or she dies,” Jamil snapped.

Mr. Crowley pushed forward, “What’s the delay?” He stopped at the sight and simply said, “Ah…”

“She belongs to us now,” Kalim said fiercely. It was perhaps the first time Jamil and Kalim actually were on the exact same page, and it frightened you to your core.

“But why not bring her with you?” Mr. Crowley asked smoothly, “Then you can be home and have her all to yourselves.”

“Wha-” your reply was choked out of you as Kalim tightened even more around you, making it hard to breathe.

“Yes, but bring the TV,” Jamil agreed, “She should have something to entertain herself with. And no more rats and mice- she needs proper meals.”

Mr. Crowley stepped forward and they shook hands, “Deal.”

No one cared about what you wanted, especially as the zookeepers loaded you into a cage inside a large van. Jamil and Kalim cuddled close to you, gently avoiding the bruises all over you from Kalim’s rough treatment.

You were terrified after watching that boa constrictor documentary and you were terrified of Jamil’s deadly fangs. They were both ready to kill you in negotiation, weren’t they? Yet, they treated you so gently now.

You let out a sob, “I want to go home!”

“You’ll be home soon,” Kalim soothed you, “Your new home.”

You couldn’t tell if they didn’t care enough or if the problem was simply that they cared too much.

[moonhoures]

Sit

🕷️ kinktober — day 21: oral 🕸️

pairing: rosé (blackpink) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, reader calls rosé ‘pretty’ & ‘baby’

word count: ~900

synopsis: you finally convince your gf to try facesitting

posted: october 21, 2023

“Are you going to sit on my face or not?”

Your girlfriend giggled, busying herself by picking up the TV remote and her phone and placing them on the nightstand. Meanwhile, her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of your waist. When she turned her attention back to you, you put on a pout that made her roll her eyes.

“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before,” she said, though she knew you already knew that.

“I know, that’s why I’m so eager to be your first,” you tried to ease her worries by running your fingertips over the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her legs were completely bare, and she was covered in only her panties and a crop top. It took so much convincing on your part to get Chaeyoung to this point, so you didn’t want to ask too much of her. But you really wished you had gotten her completely naked before now, “Just come up here and sit, pretty.”

Chae sighed, apprehension evident in her expression and her movements. But she climbed up anyways, extra cautious of your body so that she didn’t knee you by accident. Then she arrived at her destination, her clothed core hovering near your chin. She was uneasy, you could tell, but if only she knew how much you loved your view.

The way her cute, sparkling eyes looked to you for guidance and validation, it sent you reeling. “Like this?” she asked.

“A little lower,” you urged, noting the large gap between your face and her cunt. She hesitantly lowered her hips, barely an inch more, “Little lower.”

“This doesn’t feel too comfortable, how is this enjoyable for you?” she asked curiously, looking down at you over her tummy.

“It’s because you’re not low enough, and trust me, this will be much more enjoyable for me once i get your pussy on my tongue.”

“Baby,” she groaned in embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the effect your words had on her.

“Sit,” you told her once more, and finally, she listened.

She carefully put her weight on you, and you didn’t waste any time in reaching up over her thighs. Your fingers moved the gusset of her panties to the side, and you noticed the fabric was already damp. You decided to dive right in, pressing kisses over her heated skin.

Chae’s breath became heavier as she felt your lips on her thighs and the tender flesh of her pulsing cunt. She was admittedly nervous, but also excited—after all, she did love the way you ate her out. You knew all the right ways to tease her, building up that flame inside of her. You knew how (and where) to leave lingering kisses that had her yearning for more. You knew when to finally give those licks that had her moaning out softly.

Moments later you were smirking to yourself as her hips began rocking on their own. It was subtle, but you caught the swaying easily from your position. Your hands secured themselves on her thighs, holding her close to your face so she couldn’t move away. You delved even further between her warm folds with your tongue, prodding and licks and sucking on her wet skin. Mewls and whimpers of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘oh my Gods’ tumbled from her lips without a care.

“You taste so good, Rosie,” you hummed into her thigh, both of you highly aware of the arousal that coated your lips, cheeks, and chin. You returned to the task at hand, going back to eating her out with vigor. Your tongue lapped at her, collecting her sweet juices, willing her to cum. You focused the tip of your tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive button, eliciting wanton moans from your girlfriend as she slowly thrusted her pussy over your mouth.

One of your hands snaked up her torso before slipping under the bottom of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and you couldn’t be more thankful to be met with the soft, pliant feeling of her tit in your hand.

“I’m almost there, ________,” she panted, head thrown back from the climax building up higher and higher within her.

“Ride my tongue, baby. Make a mess, all over my face,” you drove her to release, sticking out your tongue as much as you could to allow her the control she needed. She grasped some of your hair in her hand gently, keeping you in place as she moved her slick cunt up and down your tongue, using you for her own satisfaction.

“Yes, right there! Just like that!” her movements began to stutter as she came, letting out the loudest, most lewd sounds you had heard her make recently. And you were just there for the ride, relishing in the taste of her on your lips as you cleaned them with your tongue.

Your hands massaged Chaeyoung’s thighs, calming her down from her orgasm. She dismounted from you, not wanting to sit on you any longer than she needed to. But as she laid down beside you, you could hear her heavy breathing. A laugh rumbled from you, and you two looked at each other.

“What?” she asked between breaths.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Better than I could’ve ever imagined actually.”

— taglist #1

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NEEDY: NIKO OMILANA

Authors note: based on this request. Forgot to reply to it and didn’t realise til I was done🙄 but anyways… a little heated guys.

Warnings: making out! Touching! Dry humping and two horny bitches. Minors dni

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The entire day had passed by in a blur, the countless errands you had to run keeping you transfixed on getting everything done. For the past 5 hours, you had practically ignored everything else, which also meant your boyfriend.

Finally, once you’ve gotten comfortable in the comfort of your own flat, you let yourself relax into the soft pillows littered around your couch. Your phone which had been on do not disturb came back to life again, showing you the amount of messages you had received from Niko.

Niko:

Babe

Bae

Hello?

The one time I’m in a crisis you decide not to be on your phone??? Really.

The fact that you have on do not disturb knowing damn well I’m hitting that ‘notify anyway’ button is too funny🤣

5:31 pm

Niko:

Babyyyyy

Where are you????

I’m so fucking bored

Aj won’t stop waffling in my ear about shit I couldn’t care less about😐😐 like bro I don’t give a fuck where you like it

5:52 pm

Niko:

It’s really hot in here

And I’m not feeling to week yk

Please come… help me?

6:39 pm

With his last text being half an hour earlier, you opt to call him, feeling bad for not being available sooner. The phone hasn’t even started ringing properly when Niko picks up.

“Love, what’s wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say, just choosing to be straightforward about it instead of beating round the bush.

For some reason, he swerves your question. “You need to come over here, like right now.” His words are a whisper, which reminds you he should be in the middle of a shoot. At your lack of answer, he impatiently prods for an answer. “Y/n?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing a shoot?” You pick up the remote, getting ready to stay in after talking your boyfriend out of his so-called boredom. “Niko get back to that.”

“No, baby, you don’t get it.” He whines quietly, aware the boys around him would never let him live it down if they heard. Luckily, they were speaking with the camera crew, allowing Niko to be as annoying as he wanted.

“Then give me a good enough reason to get out of my comfy couch, because it’s not looking good for you.” You rest even deeper down in the edge of the cushion, confident he wouldn’t win. “3…2…”

At the sound of the countdown you can hear Niko huff a breath of air, something he did when annoyed. “Seriously?”

“1…..”

“Okay!” He also mutters something under his breath but relaxes. “I need you.”

You would laugh and ask him what his vague words meant if his tone didn’t speak for him. Having known Niko for as long as you did, there was no question about what he meant. You gazed at the clock over your living room walls, contemplating what to do.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

He quickly thanks you, letting you know he had to get back to filming before hanging up. You run a hand through your hair, laughing a little at yourself.

“Imagine being so horny oh my days.”

But there’s no conflict on what to do. Niko’s begging has done something to you, and the need for his touch is everything you can focus on as you get into your car and drive to your boyfriend’s location. It wasn’t often Niko would be willing to beg that much if the two of you weren’t hidden by the comfort of your bedroom walls, but it seemed as today was an exception .

Walking into the all too familiar place you had been to countless times before, you make your way to the room they always shot at. Niko’s eyes met yours the second you stand outside the open door, and he was quick to smile. He’s quiet as the camera’s moving but when they stop for a second, he comes up to you, hands snaking around your waist.

Having missed Niko, you hug him with as much eagerness, placing a chaste kiss on his neck. You can hear them calling for him, but Niko can’t help himself. Taking hold of your jaw, he connects your lips quickly. You’ve only registered what he’s doing when your boyfriend pulls back again.

“Wait 15 minutes, and I’ll make it worth it.”

“Eh, Niko!” Chunkz calls from his seat across the room. “ Keep it pg 13 for the kids around.”

Sharky puts his hands over Aj’s eyes, and Kenny cackles from his spot beside them. Pushing away the hands, Aj rolls his eyes.

“Let’s do that filming again, thank you.”

The 15 minutes were long and painful. You almost couldn’t watch your boyfriend from the sidelines, every move or word he spoke intensifying the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. He seemed to have noticed because just a few minutes into you being here, he kept looking at you. Sending you looks far from innocent.

You’re scrolling on your phone, bored when the boys are told they can take a quick break. Niko stands up with a subtle grin, as he talks to Sharky about something, but his eyes are on you, making you excited to get him alone.

Your back hits the wall with such force you're about to complain, but Niko silences you with his exploring mouth. He kisses your body with such intensity, you find yourself not even just breathless, but also speechless. There are no words you can use to even paint a faint picture of how you’re feeling.

“I’ve been waiting for this… all day,” Niko says in between kisses, his lips moving from your neck to your mouth.

Kissing him back with as much energy is hard as you already feel dizzy. His height gives him such an advantage that you can’t compete with. Seeing your struggle, Niko lifts you up your legs coming to cross behind his back. He continues kissing you, but now with the addition of rubbing himself against your body.

His actions leave you whining, something he can’t help but groan at. Niko had always loved hearing your response to his actions, it gave him confidence that he wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Wait.” You slightly lean away from the kiss, but Niko only continues to kiss down the side of your neck. “Niko.”

“Hmm?”

“Sit down.”

Quirking his eyebrows, he lets you down, taking a seat on the desk. You were unsure what kind of room the two of you had ended up in, but seeing the amount of clutter you could only guess it was some sort of storage place. You had noticed the desk somewhere in between stumbling into the room, and Niko kissing you senseless.

Climbing onto him, you put your hands around his exposed neck. Niko’s hands roam your body as much as he can, hands slipping into your pants to kneed the soft flesh of your ass. You moan slightly as he also gives it a quick slap, wishing more than ever that he would fill you up.

“Niko.” You start, dragging your body over his clothed thighs with the help of his hands on your ass to move you. He doesn’t let you speak, instead, he pulls you into a hard kiss but still continues to move you.

No clothes were off yet, but there was no need because your boyfriend knew exactly how to get you there. He slips one of his hands out of your pants, Instead using it to pull at your hair and make you look at him. “I told you I’d make it worth it, yeah?”

Then he dives into another lustful kiss, continuing to drive you crazy for the rest of the little time you had before someone got overly suspicious.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

You Will Burn With Me

In the middle of a remote forest, far as possible from civilization, there stands a majestic glass cottage. A sight to behold, the eaves are maticulously scultped from from panes of two inch thick glass. The entire house has intricate wards etched in silver across every sheet, allowing the area surrounding it to be lit in a dazzling array of patterns as the sun travels through the sky.

Inside, every piece of furniture is also made of glass. Items, seemingly, magically converted into glass from some other material. The detail of each surface calls back to a once wooden make, it must have taken much time and care to transform.

A beautiful garden surrounds the house; filled with daisies and tulips and snapdragons, and a wide varied of herbs grow in their own central planter. Somehow, ivy has snaked its way over all but the north facing wall and over the roof; creating shade for the inhabitants of the house.

Only two beings lived in this monument of glass. Simply a witch and her doll. Now, one might think the witch vain for having put so much effort and magical power into her house, however it a decision made of necessity. See, her doll was small. It was loving, and oh so adorable, but, it was made of matches. It couldnt speak, it couldnt perform any tasks due to its six inch stature, and it had a most dificult time walking. The witch so loved her doll, though, and it loved her. All that either desired was the others' love and companionship. So, the witch constructed a safe haven for her doll. No rough surfaces meant that the poor thing couldn't accidently ignite, thus preventing the destruction of itself, the witch, and the home.

On this parricular day, the witch and her doll had travelled to the nearest town to run some errands. She usually likes to take as little time as possible so as not to draw any attention to herself, however, today she got distracted by some lovely new dresses. She had to talk herself out of the purchase, though, because it was a needless expense at the moment.

Watching from across the street, a hooded figure waited. Surprising, given his lack of patience, but he couldn't afford to cause a scene. He'd been hunting this particular witch for a long time, and she had remained aggrevatingly elusive. Now finally he has a chance to track her to her lair.

Sticking to whatever shadows he can, the witch hunter follows her. She should be able to sense him, but he wears an amethyst amulet that prevents magic from detecting him. He had thought of everything, or at least he'd like to think so.

The witch and the doll arrive at their house, oblivious to the eyes observing them from the tree line. She smiles, gently pulling the doll from her pocket and setting it on a glass counter.

"There we go darling~ you're free!" She says with a giggle, gently kissing its head.

The doll teeters a moment, the bundle of matches it has for arms flailing in an attempt to keep itself balanced.

"Ope! Be careful sweetie~* the witch smiles and gently places a hand behind it, steadying it.

The doll bounces happily from side to side, nuzzling her hand in appreciation.

The pair spend the afternoon together. While the witch studied, the doll sat in her lap, looking over the pages along with her. It couldnt quite comprehend the words, but its witchs' gentle pets kept it content.

The sun burned through its hours, finally coming to rest beyond the horizon as the moon rose to take its place. The pale lunar glow of the full moon made the etched wards glisten in raindow light.

The hunter grinned, gripping a talisman and whispering a counter ward. All at once, the light faded from the wards.

The witch bolted from her seat, her eyes immediately fixed on the hunter, even through the darkness. She glared, hands moving, preparing to cast a spell. Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough. With a flick of his wrist, and a quick trigger pull, the hunter fired a shot, catching the witch in the gut. The north facing wall shattered, raining shards of glass. With that wall crumbling, the cascade of cracking glass could no longer hold itself together. A deluge of sharp shards fell onto the witch and her doll, impaling her where she stood, leaving them both buried in a sea of glass.

The doll, frantic, nudged at her, headbutted her, pushed her with all its might. She didnt move. It hung its head, distraught and terrified. Until it heard the approaching foot steps.

The hunter took great care as he waded through the lake of glass. He approached slowly, catiously. One must always confirm their kill after all. As he inched closer, the doll grew enraged.

Is this the monster that killed its Mistress? Why? No. Wrong! Wrong! No! He cannot! He cannot live while its beloved lay dead! Wont allow wont allow wont allow!

The doll climbed from under the pile of glass and jumped onto the hunters rough leather boots. He looked down, confused, but before hw could react, the doll rubbed against the leather, igniting itself in a blazing inferno. Fueled by its rage, the flames burned hotter and hotter. The hunter screamed as he was engulfed in flames, throwing his arms out, running and tripping over the glass. As he fell the shards cut deep into his cooking muscles.

The dolls rage fueled flames rose into the sky, bright enough to make night day. A vortex of flames swirled and lashed out at everything it could touch.

The hunter turned to ash, mixing with the melting glass. The fire condensed, growing hotter and hotter until it exploded in all directions, instantly atomizing the surrounding trees and immolating the garden.

The night grew quiet, the roars of the flames dying. The only sound remaining was the crackling of small, smoldering fires which slowly died. In the light of the full moon, a glass figure glistens. In the center of the houses' foundation now stood a mirrored statue of the dolls beloved witch. Its last gift to her for all the love they shared.

[miueo]

︐ sweet&plump — pub. 100923

warnings : titfucking , perverted thoughts , reader obviously has tits , oral ( m. receiving ) , petnames ( baby ) , etc .

pairings : perv!seungmin ♡ bigtiddie!reader

notes : had fun writing this. first time writing a titfucking fic >_< . also , pls request some ideas. i need more ideas.

is it possible for someone to become so fixated on one thing that it completely consumes their thoughts and mind?

to answer your question, yes!

it is possible for a being to become so obsessed with one thing that it dominates their entire mind.

for an example; look at your boyfriend, seungmin.

he could never go a day without looking at your plumped and soft breasts. he constantly fights his intrusive thoughts from wanting to grope and do all sorts of things to your chest.

the shirts you wear, being tight and fitting, perfectly complimenting your breasts. wearing little tank tops with your cute bra underneath to give your chest a bit more of a pop. finally, to top it all off, he loves when you’re braless. he loves watching your nipples harden in the cold air when you’re wearing his t-shirt with only a pair of panties, which takes us to now!

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a waterfall of droll seeps out of seungmin’s mouth as he is currently laying your chest while the both of you are spending quality time watching a series of dramas on netflix ♥︎.

“baby! i can’t believe this bitch got away with doing such things to others..” you were heavily invested in what was happening on screen. your boyfriend was totally paying attention to the show >_>.

seungmin stayed silent with his head pillowed on your chest. “i know right baby? that was crazy. fuck that snake ass bitch.” he said pretending to act all shocked, like he cared.

“one more episode? then we’ll crash. i’m sleepy.” you grabbed the remote, yawning softly, playing the next episode.

seungmin picked himself up from you, turning his head to yours, “baby?” he called out.

you turn your head to him in response, “yes seungie?” you chirped with a smile, sitting up.

you were just so perfect.

his cock grows hard by just looking at you, what did he do to deserve such beauty.

“u-um.. this may be unrelated to the drama we’re watching .. you don’t have to respond back… but ummm… fuck this is embarrassing to ask about.. nevermind!”

“no! say it! i'm invested. i'm all ears baby!” you whine jumping on top of him, trying to make him spit out his words.

fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! she’s literally on top of me. i can feel her fucking pussy on thigh, what am i gonna do now?!

“b-baby!! it’s nothing!” he chuckled nervously.

you pouted, sitting yourself down on his lap, rubbing his shoulders, “please.. i know it’s something, don’t hide from me..”

seungmin sighed in defeat. you were just too cute! he just wanted to rip off that oversized t-shirt off you, tear those panties apart, and then ravage you entirely.

“you don’t have to answer this but… have you ever thought of me doing your tits..?” he mumbled quietly, gulping nervously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“oh!” you sat up on his lap, giggling soon after. “maybe yes, maybe not..”

seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, already impatient with you. “it’s either a yes or a no [ y/n ]!!” he moaned out.

“okay fine, maybe once…– wait, is this you asking me to let you fuck my tits..?” you tilted your head slightly.

yes. yes you, this is him asking permission to give him a tit-fuck or whatever you call it （；^ω^）!

“yeah totally..!! it’s fine if you don’t wanna do it..” he smiled apprehensively.

you just smiled back, getting up from his lap, taking your shirt off, letting your breasts spill out gracefully, only wearing a pair of cute plain panties underneath.

was this it? it’s all happening. right now! god. im the luckiest man to ever roam earth.

you slowly got down on your knees and crawled close to seungmin’s lap. “why are you so bewildered on what i’m doing seungie..? you asked for it, you silly goose.” you giggled innocently.

it took no time for seungmin to take his raging hard cock out of his pants. his little friend looked angry. it had a pinkish redish color to it, along with his tip containing his sticky precum, he was ready.

you look up at your lover with soft doe eyes, taking your breasts, slowly sliding them between his cock.

you got straight to work, semi-confident on what you were doing. you slowly move your breasts slowly up and down his length. soft groans and grunts escape seungmin’s lips as he lays his head back against the couch.

nothing but soft whimpers came out of you, this was a new feeling to you. your cunt was soaked by now, you wanted more.

your mouth watered at the sight of your breasts swallowing your lover's cock. you just wanted to take him in your mouth and then you’ll be satisfied.

“s-seungie… can i put it in my mouth?” you slurred out, accompanying your speech with breathy notes.

seungmin looked back down at you, “you don’t even have to ask baby…” he hissed out.

you right away left a small kitten lick around his tip, soon stuffing his tip into your warm mouth whilst continuing the slow but yet steady motion of your stroking patterns.

“oh my fucking god baby.. the things you to do to me.. you look so precious right now.” he yelped out, gripping onto the fabric of the couch.

seungmin couldn’t believe it, it was all a dream come true. after years of knowing you, months of dating, it had finally happened.

you move yourself faster, desperately in need of his warm cum. you pull your mouth off of his tip with a loud pop, giggling at the sound of it.

“i-im close.. just keep on going.. you’re doing so good..” he whimpered softly, thrusting his cock up and down between your breasts, wanting more friction.

you were already out of breath, panties soaked to the point where it’s not wearable anymore. you couldn’t comprehend such vile action.

“cum for me seungie.. please..~!” you were ready for what was coming, just a couple more strokes and thrusts.

“f-fuck fuck fuck fuck..!!” curses flew out of his mouth as his warm cum lands all over your face and tits. he just created a beautiful masterpiece. you lick some of his liquids off your lips, “..wow.. that was something..” you giggled naively.

let’s just say that this became a regular recurrent activity you both do on a weekly if not daily basis ♡.

[blondeaxolotl]

HELLO IT’S ME IT’S SELF-AWARE FLOYD ANON BUT YOU CAN CALL ME -> 🐍 THAT FROM NOW ON SOREY I’M TYPING IN ALL CAPS I NEED TO GET THIS OUT YIUR BRAIN IS SOIOOOO BIG IM GONNA JFHSJFHDKJFJ

ok calmed down basically I read your response and had to stand up and go scream “FUCK” in the corner of my bedroom and then typed the above thing in a fugue state I’m calmer now

Because you got me thinking: you got me thinking?!!! that self-aware Floyd ONLY loses it when he realizes Jamil is doubting whether or not Floyd loved him BECAUSE!! SEA SNAKE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??! YOU BREAKIMG IP WITH ME AND ME LOVING YOU ARE TWO SEPARATE ISSUES?????

And Jamil is like WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE SEPARATE ISSUES but obviously they’re not going to. Communicate any of that. Like even remotely SO what happens is that at some point post breakup when they’re still in school they bump into each other again (with Kalim and octavinelle trio there for drama purposes) and Jamil is fucking acidic. Like ice cold but spitting mad and venomous. Because though jamil processes anger through repression he processes hurt through anger!!

And like at this point people have gotten used to Jamil letting loose a bit after his overblot and he’s always been pseudo-hostile towards octavinelle for the sake of it but even he went like “whoa Jamil??” And octavinelle trio (even Floyd) is all like ????????????????? because wtf did azul do this time but then Jamil storms off and Kalim hurries after him and Floyd has this slow sinking feeling in his chest that something’s really really wrong

And it gets worse because now Floyd’s trying to ask but Jamil is so fucking mad at him, he doesn’t yell at Floyd or anything but it’s so obvious and it’s nothing like the fights they used to have when they were dating, this is something completely cold and made to hurt, and Floyd can’t figure out what’s going on and his hackles are raising day by day — he thought Jamil was going to feel relieved that Floyd went without a fuss? he thought that they would still — he didn’t know what he thought, but nothing was going to come from that now when Jamil seems to hate him and oh no no no no he can’t deal with that —

And Jade is finally catching on because Floyd isn’t just sulking, he’s upset, and this makes it worse for Floyd because he can’t deal with Jade and azul’s nosiness on top of everything else —

Sorry. Yeah just. Floyd having a bad time 💕

Hehe hi 🐍Anon glad you enjoyed the ramble

People have gotten used to Jamil letting loose a bit, but I also think so many people would notice even MORE if Jamil is just constantly giving this death stare towards Octavinelle, like to the point other dorms start making comments about it "Woah what is going on with them" "What happened". Hell it wouldn't even surprise me if rumours or theories started going on because I'm pretty it would've been known that Jamil and Floyd had a thing going on and now they don't, and now Jamil looks like he's seconds away from Overblot 2.0. Unfortunately it'd also mean everyone is just side eying Octavinelle (specifically Floyd) cause bro..... what did you do.....?

Poor Ace probably walked up to Floyd like "Dude I don't know what you did and I don't want to know but like- apologise or something because I feel like I'm walking past a nuke whenever Jamil goes by me", and poor Floyd, head in hands just goes bro I don't know what I did he's REFUSING to talk to me, and Ace without a filter goes OH so you MAJORLY fucked up, got it. And gets smacked on the head for that THATS NOT HELPING.

Though the THOUGHT about Jade catching on... y'k that ain't a good thing, not for Floyd, especially not for Jamil. If Azul was the one to catch on Floyd was actually full on upset about it, he'd offer to help him (because if Floyd is depressed that means he can't properly do work for Mostro and that ain't good for the business) and try to talk to Jamil for him. It might be easier since Jamil would be too busy hating Floyd to hate on Azul or it'd make things more difficult and Azul would have to talk to Kalim and have him talk to Jamil about it. Simple enough.

But Jade catching on. Like there is a reason why Floyd doesn't like expressing his sadness to people, ESPECIALLY TO JADE. In my mind, Jade is much much worse than Floyd, he found out his brother was like obviously upset, depressed even because of how hostile Jamil is being towards him. Jade's first instinct would probably be "Ah, so do you want me to talk to him or do you want me to turn him into shoes" and Floyd is just like NEITHER. DON'T DO EITHER I'LL FIGURE IT OUT. Now Floyd is not only upset because Jamil won't talk to him, but he's also upset because he accidentally showed his brother he was upset about this which means Jade might be stalking Jamil from around the corner and now he's praying Jamil doesn't accidentally walk TOO close to him, since he cannot warn him BECAUSE HE WONT TALK TO HIM OR LISTEN TO HIM.

Now what if Jamil had enough time for himself to where he's starting to feel bad a bit, was he too harsh on him? He DID try to talk to him during all this, but was that part of his game? Maybe he should give him a second chance.. Just this once. And right when Jamil looks up from his book, he sees Jade from the distance. Now Jamil went from "Maybe I should talk to him" to "Oh my fucking god he sent Jade after me", in a silent panic. Listen Floyd is difficult to read, but Jade is much worse as in you don't know what he's planning but you know it's something much worse than whatever you might be thinking it could be. And it doesn't help even with how far he is from him, Jamil could see someone was literally GRIPPING onto Jade's arm, as if to not let him go because something bad might happen.

Now we have Jamil who's gone from pissed to scared to pissed again because now he's thinking Floyd literally sent Jade after him and who knows what he will do, and we have Floyd still tweaking trying to figure out how to talk to Jamil without him giving him the cold shoulder but also worrying on where the hell Jade could be and hoping Azul has him under control.

What's better than Flojami angst? Putting one of them in danger basically! Yippee! Throws sparkles everywhere

[abybweisse]

Ch210, Where is F. O. L. Orphanage?

⚠️ long post ⚠️

I was discussing that question with @juxl25, and I think we came up with a good choice for its location.

The only information we know for sure is that it's in Norfolk, and that it's near a river. We also know Finny and Snake took a train to a nearby town and walked to the orphanage.

We also know there's a wind pump that drains water from the surrounding marshland. There are at least four major rivers in the area used for draining the marshes: Yare, Bure, Wensum, and Ouse.

Juxl25 suggested River Yare and the historic Red Mill (the wind pump) as the area but was looking at Manor House, which is farther away, in the village (proper) of Haddiscoe, Norfolk. After some digging around, I agree with River Yare and Red Mill/Langley Detached mill (originally called Langley detached windpump...

...or Langley Detached drainage pump).

They are in an area northeast of Haddiscoe village, called Haddiscoe Island (these days), thanks to a canal added to connect River Yare and River Waveney farther inland, creating an island of the area and making the marshland there more remote/less accessible.

There's a historic farmhouse just east of River Yare, not far from Red Mill, called Raven Hall. And Raven Hall would be a premium location to have a secluded facility like F. O. L. Orphanage.

There's only one thing I don't like about the buildings shown for Raven Hall -- it's a bit farther from the drainage pump than I want it to be, and it's just a large farmhouse (almost 3000 sqft) and a long barn (almost 900 sqft). But there's a cool space just south of those buildings, which would be ideal for the main orphanage, as well as a spot for the stables/barn leading closer to the drainage pump, farther south. Here are two options for the placement of F. O. L.:

In each case, I've placed the stables to the west of the main house, as a small red rectangle (more or less), while the windpump was already marked by a red dot farther southwest. Looking at the bend of the river on Theo's image of a map of the place, the placement on the right (above) might be the better match. Then again, it could be exactly where Raven Hall is located. And Raven Hall, having been built in the 17th century (or at least 1700), is older than Red Mill (built in 1840).

Too bad I can't see the placement of the windpump on his map, but I think it's somewhere behind the speech bubbles on the left side of the panel.

We see that the windpump at the orphanage has a low roof of some kind, and juxl25 explains that someone was probably living onsite just to maintain it full time. I did find at least one pic showing Red Mill with what could be the old maintenance shed/shelter, but it seemed to be on the wrong side. Who knows? I guess it depends on which way the sails are facing to catch the wind? But the low roof in the panel is probably just the top of some shed.

Oh, and near St Olaves, there's a train station called Haddiscoe Station. They could have got off the train there and made their way north to the orphanage by foot. Or did they hitch a ride part of the way? I'll have to go back and check.

I'm still considering one other location, not far from there, but I won't post it unless further research looks more promising.

Hey... can you imagine if all this time... F. O. L. was just some place name reference... like "Farmhouse on Langley" (Marshes)?!?

Please let these kids break the windpump and flood the tunnels.... 🙏

[issacharmastersdp18]

Legit saw someone call Coriolanus a sociopath.

Like, what?

Does your definition even remotely resemble the actual one?

I know it’s uncomfortable, sometimes, to analyze the antagonist and realize you have anything in common, but that’s no excuse to go around slapping labels on them.

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ AND/OR SEEN THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES, THERE ARE PLOT POINTS AND DETAILS AHEAD. TURN BACK OR PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU’RE AVOIDING SPOILERS.

He tried to avoid war.

Because he wanted to keep his power, yes, but also because he’d seen what war did to people.

This is a man who experienced some of the worst of humanity, at a very young age. Events which shaped him. People manipulating him, grooming him, to continue to uphold the system and the distance between District and Capitol. A man who felt the weight of continuing his family’s name (literally and figuratively) when he was a boy.

He was not born who he was when we first met him. He was molded into that person by circumstance and company.

If you pay attention, Coriolanus does care for people besides himself. (Granted one is his flesh and blood, but still) He’s not antisocial. Simply accustomed to being surrounded by a certain kind of people. He’s not amoral. He sympathized with Sejanus for a time. Not strictly disagreeing with his objections to the Games. Merely the way he went about it. Rather than having public outbursts and going rogue, biding his time. Quietly garnering support. Allies. Inherit his family’s wealth. Gain the finances and the power to implement lasting change. But Sejanus had no patience and couldn’t see that his impatience was only working against his intentions.

Though it didn’t make theatrical release, we can see Coriolanus is trying to keep the carnage to a minimum. “We agree a war could end humanity. Keep saying that.” Pair that with how he went about things. He first tried to have Katniss and Peeta calm the uprising. He didn’t want to kill anybody if he didn’t have to do so. As he says, he’s not wasteful. When that didn’t work, he THEN decided she had to be eliminated. Which culminated in the 3rd Quarter Quell. Where he hoped she would destroy her own public image before she died. That didn’t happen. 13 got Katniss to use as they pleased, so he took the opportunity to do the same with Peeta. Peeta, who had much more confidence in public speaking and a better stage presence. Someone with more impulse control. When Peeta went rogue, he could no longer use him for television. Still not wanting to kill anyone unnecessarily, Peeta wasn’t killed. He was turned into a weapon to kill the face of the rebellion. Then that didn’t work.

He admitted himself he was too focused on Katniss and Coin counted on that. He admitted he’d been bested. Rather than let Katniss “fuck around and find out,” he told her exactly what would happen. Though in denial, she did believe him. She knew he was right. She just couldn’t accept that her personally perceived enemy was not her only enemy. That she had been working with someone who she saw as equally bad. Someone who had been responsible for the death of her sister.

When you stop viewing antagonists as two dimensional “oh they’re the bad guy and they can’t possibly have a good reason for anything they’ve done,” and start realizing they are three dimensional (if written well) characters. People with experiences. Feelings. Thoughts. People whose motivations might not be as inhumane as you think. What he does isn’t any less wrong if he has a good reason. I’m not trying to excuse anything. I want you to be able to understand the point of the series. That anybody, given the right circumstances, can become Coriolanus. Or Coin. Or Dr. Gaul.

Dr. Gaul even makes a point of making that quite clear.

Hunger Games is a warning. A cautionary tale. A reminder that we must be careful, or we can become that which we fear.

Not just as individuals, but as a collective society.

We can slap a label on anybody. “Evil” “Sociopath” “Psychopath”

But those labels keep us from thinking critically. It’s important to discuss the how and why of things. When we label something simply as one of these words, we are giving ourselves reason not to do so. And because we don’t want to do that work. We don’t want to be confronted by the harsh realities of humanity, nature/nurture, etc. We will slap a label on anyone and anything any opportunity we get so we can remain in our comfortable bubble. Feeling unburdened by the responsibility each of us has to make and maintain a world where everyone has what they need and want for nothing.

While our elders aren’t always reliable examples (*cough* RNC *cough*), some of them are not only reliable, but good. Trustworthy. Filled with wisdom.

Donald Sutherland knows a thing or two because he’s seen a thing or two. It is not difficult to find the man discussing Coriolanus’ motivations and thought processes. He makes no attempt to paint the things Coriolanus has done in a better light. Only to explain how and why he arrived at the decision to do the things he does. Donald understands The Hunger Games the very way in which we all should understand it.

Yes, I practically worship the ground the man walks on. I admit that. However, I am not without reason.

Before you get the wrong impression, I have no delusions of him being any kind of messiah. He is just a man. A kind, funny, and intelligent man, but a man nonetheless. One of many people whose wisdom goes largely ignored and unheeded.

Rant over. For now.

[the-me-in-my-dreams]

These are so incredibly deeply old drawings and my style has changed so much since then xD It was also a simpler time before all the crap with Rowling and I know that's soured so many on Harry Potter and I don't blame them. But I found these again and really wanted to share.

Anyway, a long, long time ago, I made up an AU where everything was the same, but Harry was one of triplets, with a younger sister and brother, Heather and Henry. He was still The Boy Who Lived and the one Voldemort went after but now he didn't grow up totally alone (and the Dursley's had to put them in the second bedroom sooner as three kids no matter how scrawny arnt gonna fit into a broom closet)

Harry was the balance between the shy Heather and the brash Henry. Where as Harry responds to confilict with snark, Henry hits back literally, and Heather tries to stay out of it and usually ends up patching the boys up after. Throughout the series the other siblings would learn both restraint and courage as Harry grows as well.

The boys ended up in Gryffindor together while Heather went to Hufflepuff, the first time they'd ever really been separated, and its a bit hard for all of them. But they still stay close throughout their school days (I felt in this hypothetical version of the books this would give us an excuse to actually see the Hufflepuff dorms in canon. Plus, logistically, they really wouldn't all end up in the same house)

Harry still gets very into Quidditch, Heather turns her talent at patching up her brothers (mostly Henry) to Herbology and wants to become a Healer at St Mungo's. Henry for all his boldness is actually afraid of heights (and dogs, blame Sirius startling him as a baby) and its Malfoy sending him off on a broom after he tries to get back Neville's rememberall in their first lesson and Harry having to save him that gets Harry's flying noticed. But Henry takes this as a point to improve his ability to fight in the magical world and actually gets really into dueling (he's incredibly disappointed by Lockheart's Dueling Club and tries to get it going for real after).

In year one Heather solves the Devil's Snare trial, and the troll is still awake in this AU and Henry gets to fight it (having learned from their first battle in the bathroom) but also gets knocked about so Heather stays behind to get him and Ron patched up with Hermione so Harry still faces Voldemort alone.

Henry also gets Petrified in book 2 after a fight with Harry which gives Harry even more personal incentive to track the true Heir down and stop them. Heather stays with him and Hermione in the Infirmary trying to help Madame Pomfrey.

Henry is both pleased to find out he doesn't need to make up his exams when he's de-petrified, and furious that he missed out on the chance to punch a giant snake. Or Voldemort. Or both.

Book Three sees Henry not letting Snape get off with trying to posion Neville's toad and calling him out on his crappy behavior.

Henry, being the actual spitting image of James with no Lily's eyes to even remotely stave Snape's loathing actually almost gets himself hexed pretty bad when Snape, letting his emotions again get the better of him, agrees to duel a /thirteen/ year old out-of spite (and the chance to bully James Potter in miniature)

Luckily Dumbledore steps up for once as an actual sensible adult and chews Snape out hard for it.

Henry loses sooo many points for Gryffindor over the years with his Cast First Think Second tendencies. He would get detention byt that would mean Snape would have to be in the same room with him for even longer, and Henry doesn't grit hisbteeth and shoot out one sarcastic comment like Harry does, he talks and constantly.

Snape avoids looking at or interacting with Heather at all costs. His policy seems to be torment Harry and Henry and ignore her existence as much as possible. (This was mostly kid me playing with "How would Snape change with Mix and Matched Potter-Evans traits--oh and Albus Potter is not named after Snape in this for sure :p )

I had the whole Canon Divergance AU planned out, down to what happened to each of them after Hogwarts (and a few fun AU AUs, like one where the kids are lovingly raised by Wolfstar instead of the Dursley's, and a The Potter Parents Live one thstvwas just domestic fluff) but this was all the art I did that I could find. So I'll end with the triplets asking their newly aquired Godfather a pertinent question:

Harry:" Hey if you're our Godfather...then you can answer a Really Important Question for us"

Sirius: "Uh, sure. What is it?"

All Three: " Who's the Oldest?"

(This is something they argue about constantly as kids anytime they want to Pull Rank and Harry is rather smug to find out its him x)

[lovelykil]

warmth!—

: ➛killua

cw; none

note; merry literal late xmas 🤗🤗🎄🎄 I'm so good with time guys I swear

the air was frosty and crisp, tiny snowflakes fell from above and crystallized on the window. It was the season for stuffy noses and chilly nights, but most importantly, a loved holiday, Christmas.

In a chilly house, there sat 3 individuals on a small couch. Their bodies clung together like glue as they shivered. Well, only two bodies seemed to be reacting to the chilling cold.

"HEY! Gon get off of me! You too Y/n!" a silverette exclaimed.

"It's so cold though!" a ravenette whined.

"but killlllllllll.." and as so a girl.

The two bodies held the silverette by the arms, trembling due to the horrendously cold weather. The cat-like eyed teen struggled to try to retrieve his arms back, pulling and pushing the two whining pricks.

You snaked your hands around the silverette's waist to get more warmth from his body, digging your face into his warm firm chest. The boy froze, his face turning pink.

"You're so warm.. please it's freaking cold outside." You argued as your brows bent. This was usual behavior from him, not wanting to touch and all but it was cold as fuck, and you thought maybe your boyfriend would be maybe a LITTLE nice, but apparently not !!

His tsundere self refused to lay a hand on you cause it was too "embarrassing" for him.

but secretly he wanted to.

of course he didn't tell you that.

"Go get a blanket or something.. and you Gon—" Killua rudely suggested his words were reflecting off his mental state right now.

and he was sure as hell nervous, he felt those annoying butterflies tackle his stomach when you wrapped your hands around his waist.

"LET GO OF MY ARM"

"But killua!"

"NO"

"BUT—"

"NO." Killua finally retrieved his arm and quickly pushed Gon away by his face, the boy fell back on the couch but soon rose with a pout.

"Fine I'll go grab a blanket."

"While you're at grab this one another too.." kil looked over at you, a noticeable blush painted on his pale face. You looked at him, blew raspberries with your tongue, and quickly proceeded to stuff your face back into his chest.

His eyes shut, that blush spreading and those butterflies growing more. His hands fold into a fist, trying to remain calm but holy shit

"I don't know why you can't just hold me, you know I get cold fast." You muttered. Your voice was low, filled with slight annoyance yet sorrow. You loved his touch even though he barely gave you it.

he faltered for a moment, about to say another rude, sarcastic comment but he felt your arms loosen around him. You distanced yourself from him with an obvious hurt expression. You couldn't help but sigh and cross your arms.

He observed you, his eyes slightly open fom how you reacted to his previous actions. Did you really want him to hold you? Was it really that big of a deal?

To be fair he did miss your hands around him, which he hated, and wanted to say something rude but.. he didn't.

well a little

"jeez girls are so emotional.."

"what." You look over at him, with your brow arched. That offended look plastered on your face made him snicker, slowly bringing you back next to his warm body.

"you're soo annoying you know" He brushes his lips against your cheek. Your offended expression quickly turned to a soft relieved one. Clinging back on him in no time.

Suddenly you didn't feel to throw hands anymore.

"oh my gosh you're so warmm, but also fuck you" you hug him tightly with a smile. He grabs the remote and hits you on the head, not too harshly but enough for you to react.

"OWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR"

"Okay now I feel better"

"WHAT"

"anyway come back to me, pleasee?" He pleads, his arms are held out for you to join him once again. You rub your head, giving the boy the death stare but you can't help but not deny his pretty face.

"you're so lucky you're pretty." You climb into his arms, getting cozy in his warm embrace.

he wraps his arms around you, his fingers find themselves twirling your hair.

"you're so obsessed with me" He smirks

you roll your eyes, this time you were blushing. "shut the hell up loser."

he smiles at your response, playing with your hair some more as you grow comfortable on him. Gon soon quickly came into the living room with the blankets, he jumped onto the couch and exclaimed.

"Got the blankets! Now what Christmas movie are we gonna watch? Can we watch 'the elf movie'!!" His eyes sparkled in excitement, looking over at the both of you.

You in his arms, clinging onto him. Him messing with your hair with his arm around you, and the both of you wide-eyed looking at Gon.

"UH YEAH LET'S WATCH THAT—" Killua spent no time pushing you away as his face grew hot and red. You fell on the floor with a yelp.

"KILLUA WHAT THE HELL"

"SHUT UP IDIOT."