#rollie responds

[king-roland-ii]

was feelimg down so i drew you!!! hope you likey ur a great king :)))

Oh wow, this is quite a charming piece!

I wonder if this is how I looked to Miranda when we sat together. I always try not to be messy when eating, though I guess we all have those moments when we get a bit clumsy.

I must've been nervous.

There's something about wanting to be your best on a first date.

I must've felt comfortable around her.

She giggled when she saw me like that. I hadn't a clue what was so amusing until she pointed out how I had something on my cheeks. I was quite embarrassed.

But I couldn't stop thinking about her amusement, her laugh, her smile.

I love her so much.

[hoshifighting]

when you start to ignore them — seventeen as your crush

hyung line / maknae line

minghao’s not dumb—he felt it when things shifted. the way you suddenly stopped giving him those small gifts, the attention, the lingering gazes when he caught your eye. he didn’t know why, but he knew something had changed. he never mentioned it, though. minghao’s never been one to chase attention, but yours? yeah, he got used to it. maybe too used to it. the weird part is, he started to crush on you too. he’d look forward to your little gifts, the way you’d brighten up around him. he thought he’d play it cool, but now? now he feels like he’s the one waiting.

one afternoon, after another day of you barely acknowledging him, he corners you. his voice is calm, but there’s something sharp beneath the surface. “did something happen between us?” you blink at him, caught off guard by the sudden confrontation. “no… why?”

he tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “you stopped talking to me. stopped giving me attention.” his lips curl into a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i thought you liked me.” the words hang in the air, and for a second, you swear you see a flicker of irritation in his eyes. “or was that just for fun?”

mingyu’s used to girls crushing on him. he’s tall, handsome, and charming without even trying, so it never surprises him when people start showing him attention. he thought you were just like everyone else at first—another person fawning over him. but then, you stopped. and fuck, that’s when he realized it was different.

he never thought much of it before, but when your gifts stopped showing up, when you stopped hanging around him, it hit him hard. he didn’t expect to miss it, didn’t expect to miss you. but here he is, sitting in the practice room, scrolling through his phone, wondering why you’re suddenly ignoring him. “hey,” he catches you outside the dorms one evening, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “you’ve been… quiet.”

you raise an eyebrow. “quiet?”

he nods, swallowing. “yeah. you used to, y’know, be around more.” he glances away, almost embarrassed. “i kinda miss it.” there’s a pause, and when you don’t respond right away, mingyu’s chest tightens. “did i do something wrong? or… were you just over it?” his voice is softer than usual, less cocky, and it makes you realize how much he actually liked having you around. maybe more than he let on.

seokmin doesn’t take it well. when you stop giving him attention, he feels it immediately. it’s like a cloud settles over him, and he doesn’t know how to shake it.

he tries to laugh it off at first. “oh, what did I do now y/n-nie?” he jokes, flashing you one of his signature grins. but when you don’t laugh, when you just shrug and walk away, his smile falters. it eats at him for daysssss!! he hates it. hates how much he’s thinking about you, about the way you’ve been avoiding him. he misses your presence, your gifts, your attention.

finally, he can’t take it anymore. one night, after practice, he pulls you aside, his expression serious for once. “why are you ignoring me?”

“i’m not—”

“you are,” he cuts you off, his voice a little sharper than usual. “you used to care, you used to… i don’t know, you used to make me feel special. now it’s like i don’t even exist to you.” his voice cracks.

“what the hell ive done?! or are you just tired of me?”

seungkwan’s first instinct is to make you jealous. when he realizes you’ve stopped giving him attention, stopped following him around, his pride takes a hit. so, he starts flirting with others more openly, trying to get a reaction out of you.

but it doesn’t work. you don’t even seem to care, and that only makes him more frustrated. after a week of his failed attempts, he finally gives up and decides to confront you. “what’s going on?” he asks one day, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed. “you’ve been ignoring me, and it’s pissing me off.”

you raise an eyebrow, not really in the mood for his theatrics. “pissing you off?” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “yeah. you used to be all over me, and now… nothing. did you find someone else or something?”

there’s a pause, and for the first time, seungkwan’s usual confidence wavers. “i don’t like it,” he admits quietly, his voice softer now. “i miss you.” it’s a rare moment of openness from him, and you can tell he means it.

“can we… can we go back to how things were?”

vernon doesn’t say anything for a while. he notices when you stop hanging around him, but he’s not the type to make a big deal out of it. he figures you’re just busy, or maybe you’ve lost interest, and he tells himself it’s fine. but deep down he knows its not.

after a few days of silence, vernon starts to feel restless. he misses the small things—the way you’d smile at him, the way you’d always bring him snacks, when you click your fingers on his face when he zooms out or laugh at his dumb jokes. without you around, everything feels off. he catches you one day after class, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looks at you. “sup’, you good?”

“yeah, why?”

he shrugs, glancing away. “just… you’ve been kinda distant.” he pauses, trying to find the right words. “i don’t like it. actually, i like having you around...” his voice is quiet, almost shy, and it takes you a second to realize he’s being serious. “i mean, i get it if you’re over it or whatever, but…” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “i really miss you. that’s all.”

chan’s reaction is instantaneous. the moment you stop giving him attention, he starts giving it right back. it’s like he can’t stand the idea of losing your presence, so he tries to fill the gap himself.

suddenly, he’s the one following you around, offering you snacks, little gifts, even bubblegum. “here, thought you might like this,” he says with a grin, holding out a pack of your favorite candy.

“uh, thanks…”

he smiles, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “you’ve been kinda quiet lately. figured i’d return the favor, y’know?” he keeps it up for days, going out of his way to get your attention, to make you smile. and when you finally ask him why he’s doing it, he just shrugs, his usual confidence slipping a bit.

“i missed you,” he admits softly, his eyes dropping to the floor. “you used to do all this for me, and i didn’t realize how much i liked it until you stopped.” there’s a beat of silence before he looks up at you again, his voice quieter now. “i guess… i just wanted to remind you that i care too.”

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Touches.

Warning : reader smokes, drug use

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “thanos with a reader who's love language is physical touch??? Like, he always prefers to at least touch their fingers together sometimes, whether for self-comfort (maybe during the game) or just to show his affection.” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : bold is in English // saw in some headcanons that he puts cologne to hide that he doesn’t shower. I prefer to think that if he smells, it’s because he has shit ass tastes in perfumes/colognes lol.

He knew early on you were a touchy guy. Even when you were just friends, you were always touching him or other people in some ways.

It never bothered him because he likes touching as well.

While you put a hand on his shoulder as you speak to someone else, his hand is on your back, between your shoulder blades, rhythmically tapping.

Or when you tried to show your inexistant rap skills.

His hand in your hair, keeping from turning away as your head moves up and down slightly while you try to rap. Focused on finding your next words.

He laughs his ass off at you, so much he nearly coughs up a lung, holding on to you as you’re now trying to ignore him, pushing him away.

“Why are you laughing at me ? You asked me to show you, I’m only delivering.”

He has trouble responding, laughing too much it ends up making you smile.

“I never said I was a rapper.” You sighed walking away, crossing your arms. “It’s your job dude.”

“Wa- wait wait wait !” He goes after you, still laughing, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him. “Do it again, pl-ease ! My boy, come on !”

“No way.” You laughed pushing him away.

“Do you know how to beatbox then ?”

“Do I look like I know how to ?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, suddenly serious. “Bro, seriously, stop speaking nonsense. You’re worrying me.”

He cackled at your response, holding your arms.

“I’ll teach you.” He winked.

“Oh my god, you will ?! Really ?” You said, shaking him, squealing, faking excitement, before walking away again. “Fuck off dude.” You raised your middle finger at him.

“Whatever.” He chuckled, following you. “My offer will forever stand.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows, expecting you to change your mind.

You hummed in response, rolling your eyes.

There’s also moments when you’ll sit behind him, leaning against a wall as you smoke, while he’s on his phone, music loudly playing, using your legs as a backrest.

This position evolved the closer you got.

Right before dating, he’d be between your legs, elbows on your knees and then as it turned into a relationship, Thanos was directly leaning on you, his back against your chest, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Babe.” He said calmly, hands frozen in the air. He had paused his music.

“Mh.” You raised an eyebrow and took a drag of your rollie, keeping the smoke in.

“You’re putting ash in my hair.”

You looked down at his hair, exhaling all the smoke before replying.

“No, I’m not.” You lightly tapped your cigarette with your index, ashes flying away. “There’s nothing.”

“You-” He turned around. “It’s not a reason to spit your smoke in my hair instead ! My god, babe ! Seriously…” He complained, brushing them quickly with his hands to get rid of the ashes that still weren't in them.

You snorted, letting out a ‘sorry’ before putting your chin on his head once more and taking another drag.

“I’m serious, don’t do it again.” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t wanna fucking smell like tobacco.”

“Aw.” You grimaced, rubbing your cheek against him as you squeezed him. “But that smell is so much better than your recent cologne.”

“What ?! Are the nerves in your nose rotten ? Are you crazy ?” He turned around once more, a hand dramatically on his heart.

You laughed.

“Perhaps. But whatever you’re using, it’s soooo bad.” You grimaced, closing your eyes in disgust. “Price doesn’t mean good.”

He sighed, putting his music back on before resting once more against you. He had decided to ignore you.

“Rotten nose.” He muttered.

“Smelly bitch.” You whispered back.

He grabbed your rollie, crushing it on the ground as you gasped, quickly trying to stop him. But it was too late.

“Boom !” He threw his hands in the air.

“Asshole !” You gave the back of his head a light slap as you groaned. “It was my last rolling sheet too…” You let out a displeased sigh. Crossing your arms to put some distance between his back and you.

He just shrugged, rolling his eyes but happy you were no longer ‘putting’ ashes in his hair as he styled some strands carefully.

“Stink bug.” You whispered, resting your head against the wall behind you, your feet tapping the ground.

Sometimes you’re the one laying against Thanos, resting between his legs.

A lot of times he will ask you to not lay on him so he can use your back as if it was a paper to write on with his fingers.

His phone is in his other hand, lyrics being written in the note app or directly sending them to you. He has the autocorrect on yet he still writes certain words on your back.

You try to guess the words and spell them for him, though he doesn’t always touch your back completely or touch too lightly for you to feel it properly.

“Alright, I’m done.” He says, pushing his phone in his pocket as you lay against his chest.

But you know he’s not done, although it’s silent and your eyes are closed, you know he’s still thinking about making the perfect bars. You know because you can feel his arms move around you, hands flying, you could also hear a few breathed out words every now and then.

You raise your hands up, blindly reaching for his, when you feel them with your fingers you stop, just touching his wrists or palms is enough. Your fingers are wiggling, tapping lightly against his skin occasionally.

After a few seconds he lowers his hands so your fingers could fit in his palms fully, hands holding yours and waving them around as he continues to mentally rap.

There are times where it’s more subtle, sitting next to each other but only your feet are touching, mainly in public when there’s a lot of people. Or when you two visit his dad.

Which doesn’t happen a lot, quite rarely to be honest. And you understand why.

Each time you saw him, the man was drunk.

He doesn’t even know you two are a thing because Thanos knows he won’t react well to the news.

There’s almost always an awkward silence as you sit next to him, your shoe against his as you both listen to his dad rant angrily about something, beer in hand. A couple times Thanos couldn’t help but clash against him, almost getting into a fist fight that you had to interrupt.

You’re not sure who would win between the two and don’t wanna find out despite Thanos telling you he would obviously win.

But he’s not like this at your parents’ place. Where it’s more peaceful and open than at his dad’s. They know you’re in a relationship with Thanos though they don’t know about his addiction or debts, only finding him a bit eccentric.

His arms wrapped around you, or your hand on his thigh as you sit next to each other or he is directly laying on you when you’re resting on the couch.

“Stink bug.” You whispered to not disturb your parents watching TV on the second couch.

Thanos said nothing in return, refusing to acknowledge the nickname. He just focused harder on falling asleep to not hear your annoying voice.

“Stink bug.” You called again, a bit louder. “Your stench is suffocating me.”

He scoffed.

“Stop breathing then.” He quietly replied, eyes still closed.

“But I’ll die.”

“Not my problem. I won’t come to your funeral, annoying brat.”

“Aww. I’m hurt.”

He didn’t reply, no longer wanting to engage with you.

“No but seriously, you stink.”

He’s had enough, getting up to nap in your old room. He knew you were joking though you didn’t really like his cologne.

“Your cat appreciates my smell.” He said quietly, before walking away, flipping you off behind your parents’ back, sticking his tongue out.

“It’s because you smell like fish.” You replied, getting up and following him.

As he reaches the first door frame behind the couches he turns around, stopping you.

“Why are you following me ?”

“Because, my love.” You dramatically placed a hand on his shoulder. “Although you smell like fish, my heart still beats for you.” You said, making a heart with your fingers.

“Get lost.” He said, pointing behind you after pushing your hand away from his shoulder.

“But baby.” You tried to look sad, though you couldn’t get rid of your smile.

“Fuck. Off.” His hands went on you make you turn around, but you fought back, trying to push him aside so you could walk with him to your room. You did this for a good minute, struggling while trying to remain silent to not attract your parents’ attention.

But alas it didn’t work.

“[Name], did you clean the table ?”

“He didn’t clean it ?” Your mom asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” Your father replied.

You sighed, pulling away from Thanos who smiled, flipping you off again with both hands. You did the same before pointing at him menacingly.

“You. Lucky ass bastard bitch.” You whispered.

He just shrugged before going up the stairs, almost dancing. Finally, away from you !

“Stink bug !”

“I’ll lock the door !”

“No !” You rushed up the stairs to stop him as he quickly ran to your room, closing behind himself.

“[Name] ?!” Your dad called and you quickly got back downstairs to clean the table.

He honestly adores your touch, don’t get him wrong, but there are times where it isn’t welcomed. Mostly when he’s too focused on something.

You never really know when your touch will become too much when he’s thinking or working. He can like it like he can find it annoying. Stopping him from thinking, losing his ideas, forgetting his words.

So you try to not touch him or only very lightly when he’s working but he’s the one taking his laptop and sitting right against you. Yet he’s gonna glare at you when your arm rubs against his as you go to grab something.

But most of the time he’s vocal about it, telling you to stop touching him. He’s a bit rude about it and the first few times were a bit surprising.

“Stop it.” He muttered, raising a hand up to stop you from resting your head on his shoulder.

You stared at him, confused.

“Huh ?” You raised an eyebrow.

He doesn’t look away from his screen as his hand closed into a fist, only leaving his index up. ‘Shut up.’ ?

You raised another eyebrow, getting more confused and slightly annoyed.

Then he pointed at his screen, quickly, before continuing typing again. You leaned closer to watch what he was writing.

Lyrics. Oh !

You quickly understood he needed space to work.

You hummed a ‘sorry’ quietly, pulling away a bit to lay on one of the pillows instead.

Though he doesn’t want you to touch him doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you around.

It also happens when he takes his colorful pills, getting sometimes overstimulated by them.

It had always been like that, even when you were friends, so you knew about it.

When you landed on that island with him, your guts quickly made you worry about him.

Your guts were proven right. That girl died and Thanos took one of his pills, getting high and rather unpredictable making it harder for you to find a way to de-stress in between games. Each death, and there were a lot of them, made you more queasy, trying to reach out to him.

Unsuccessfully.

Though he could be with you, sitting next to you, a hand on your knee, as time went on he’s too out of it to notice you’re drifting away from each other. Zoning out or too energetic to stay in place and remain with you. Sometimes leaving you on your own.

You didn’t know what to do, whether you wanted out or not, voting O or X. You no longer knew if you were on the same wavelength or if he would accept you voting X.

He really loves you and your touch, finding it grounding and a constant reminder that you’re with him. But that island made his greediness come out more than ever, seeing himself invincible and lucky enough to survive all games.

He has to repay his debts or he’ll die trying. Whatever happens.

[midn1ghtsworld]

Tangled Sheets and Broken Rules

(Liz x G!P Yujin)

Liz and Yujin had been inseparable friends for many years. They first met in college and instantly connected, forming a deep bond that only grew stronger over time. Liz, with her gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyes, and toned physique, was a true beauty, while Yujin exuded confidence and charm with her sun-kissed skin and adoring expression. They spent countless evenings studying together, hitting the town, and supporting each other through life’s highs and lows.

As time went on, their connection deepened into a passionate romance of sorts. They started engaging in intimate activities—making out, touching, and pleasuring each other. However, they both understood the unspoken agreement—no further escalation. It was more playful, exploratory fun between friends than a real relationship. At least, that’s how they framed it for themselves.

But in recent months, something had started shifting. Liz could feel it in the way Yujin looked at her—the longing in those dark eyes, the way her touch lingered just a little too long. And Yujin sensed it too—the flutter in her stomach whenever Liz was near, the fantasies that ran through her head late at night. Feelings were building, but neither wanted to be the first to voice them and risk their special bond.

It all came to a head on one fateful evening. Liz invited Yujin over to her flat for a quiet night in. They ordered pizza, cracked open a bottle of wine, and settled in for a movie. But Liz was hyperaware of Yujin’s presence beside her on the couch, her subtle scent, the heat of her body. She squirmed a bit and tried to focus on the film.

Yujin was also distracted, her eyes sneaking glances at Liz, drinking in her lovely features, aching to touch her. Her hand crept over to rest on Liz’s thigh, fingers lightly tracing circles on the smooth skin. “Stop it,” Liz muttered while removing the hands of Yujin that currently on her tummy. “What do you mean?” Yujin’s touch grew bolder, her hand slipping under the hem of Liz’s short skirt. She cupped the curve of her ass, giving a possessive squeeze. Unable to hold back a whimper, Liz squirmed. “Yujin, focus. The movie…”

Suddenly, Liz had had enough. “Fuck this,” she muttered, stopping the DVD. In one swift motion, she straddled Yujin’s lap and crashed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Yujin immediately responded, hands flying to grab handfuls of Liz’s ass. They kissed until they were both breathless, until Liz’s head spun with it. She broke away, panting. Yujin smirked at her, pupils blown with lust.

“Can’t resist me, can you?” the smirked. “Shut up,” Liz growled, and kissed her again, biting at her lower lip. Yujin groaned and grabbed a handful of Liz’s breast, kneading the soft flesh. Liz gasped and arched into her touch. “Fuck, Yujin…”

“I knew you wanted me,” Yujin purred, tweaking Liz’s nipple through her shirt. “I can feel how wet you are already.”

“Argh, you’re such a cocky pervert,” Liz panted, but she was grinding herself against Yujin’s hand, seeking more pressure. “We shouldn’t… I mean… ah!” Yujin was rubbing tight circles over Liz’s clit through her panties. Pleasure jolted through her, making her hips stutter. “God, I need you,” she whimpered.

Sweeping the coffee table clear, Yujin laid Liz down on it. She shimmied down the other woman’s skirt and panties, baring her glistening sex to the cool air. Liz’s thighs fell open in wanton invitation. Yujin licked her lips.

“You look so fucking hot, spread out for me like this,” she said, her voice rough with desire. “I’m going to eat this perfect pussy until you scream.” Liz only whined in response, too far gone to form words. Yujin didn’t make her wait. She sealed her mouth over Liz’s aching clit and sucked hard.

Liz nearly jumped off the table. “Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” Yujin didn’t stop. She tongued Liz’s clit, then thrust two fingers deep into her clutching cunt. Liz clenched around them, her hips rolling shamelessly. Yujin pumped them harder, curling to hit that secret spot that made stars explode behind Liz’s eyelids.

She was close, so close. Yujin could taste it on her tongue. She worked Liz ruthlessly, wringing out every drop of pleasure. She wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her own name. “I-I’m c-cummi.. Fuuuuck!!” Liz came with a hoarse cry, her pussy spasming violently around Yujin’s fingers. Her whole body quaked with it, ecstasy crashing through her veins. Yujin gentled her through it, lapping at her oversensitized flesh until she shuddered and stilled.

Liz hauled Yujin up for a sloppy kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s my turn to taste you now,” she murmured, pushing at Yujin’s shoulders until she rolled onto her back. Liz made quick work of Yujin’s fly, shoving her pants and boxers down and letting her thick erection spring free.

“Ohhh, look at you,” Liz purred appreciatively, wrapping a hand around Yujin’s straining cock. “So big and hard for me already.” She gave Yujin a few slow pumps, making her hips jerk and a bead of precum leak from the tip. “I’m going to suck you so good, baby. Gonna swallow every drop.”

With that filthy promise, Liz bent down and swallowed Yujin’s cock to the root. Yujin shouted, fisting the sheets by her head as Liz’s hot mouth engulfed her. “Holy shit, Liz!” Yujin gasped, head thrashing on the pillow. “Your mouth…fuck!”

Liz hummed around her, tongue swirling and sucking as she bobbed up and down Yujin’s throbbing shaft. One hand cupped and massaged her heavy balls while the other hand crept down to rub at her taint.

Yujin was losing her mind, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. Liz’s talented tongue was working magic on her cock. She could feel herself rapidly approaching the edge. “Liz, I’m gonna cum,” she warned, trying to tug her friend off.

But Liz just took her deeper, swallowing around her length. The added pressure was too much. With a broken moan, Yujin came hard, spilling her release down Liz’s eager throat. Her friend gulped it all down like the thirsty girl she was.

Yujin slumped back against the couch, panting hard and looking utterly debauched. “Jesus Liz,” she managed to get out once she’d regained some semblance of control. “That was…god that was amazing.”

Liz crawled back up to straddle Yujin’s lap, both of them knowing the night was far from over. “Mmm, you taste so good,” Liz purred, leaning in to capture Yujin’s lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on Liz’s tongue.

Yujin groaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up to grab Liz’s hips and pull her down. She could already feel herself starting to harden again. Liz rocked down against her, coating Yujin’s cock in her wetness. They both groaned at the feeling, the night’s activities so far having left Liz sopping.

Feeling bold, Yujin lined herself up with Liz’s entrance. “Can we…” she breathed against Liz’s lips, already starting to push inside.

“No, Yujin. You know we c-can’t,” Liz gasped out, stalling her with a hand on Yujin’s chest. "Let's just settle for this right now."

Yujin nodded, understanding. She knew they’d never done anything more than mutual masturbation and oral before. This was new territory for both of them.

They started to move together then, Yujin’s cock sliding along Liz’s pussy, getting coated in her slick arousal. They both moaned at the intensity of it, every drag of Yujin’s shaft against Liz’s sensitive flesh sending sparks through them.

Lost in the pleasure of it, Yujin was moving faster before she knew it, plunging deeper with each thrust. “F-fuck,” Liz gasped out, hanging on for dear life as Yujin pounded into her. One particularly deep thrust had Yujin sliding home, her cock sinking into Liz’s tight heat. “AHHH!! F-FUCK.. YUJIN.. YUJIN.. FUCK!!” Liz is starting to lose control as she moaned uncontrollably

They both cried out at the sudden fullness of it, Yujin’s eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the vice-like grip of Liz’s pussy. She tried to pull out, but Liz’s legs snapped around her hips, holding her in place.

“N-No…don’t fucking stop,” Liz panted out. “It’s okay…you feel so good…keep going…please.”

Yujin swallowed hard, her cock throbbing inside Liz. She didn’t need to be told twice. She started thrusting then, hard and deep, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room along with their moans.

She yanked Liz up and put her feet on the floor, spreading her thighs wider, allowing herself to plunge even deeper. “W-wai… FUCK!! Oh god.. you feel so f-fucking good. You’re so deep inside me. FUCK!” Liz cried out, her nails raking down Yujin’s back as she held on tight. They were moving so fast now, fucking with an intensity they’d never reached before.

Liz threw her head back, screaming out her pleasure as she came harder than she ever had before, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Yujin’s cock. Yujin groaned, feeling it and knowing she was seconds behind. She kept pounding into Liz though, determined to wring every bit of pleasure out of her.

“Fuck Yujin…Yujin…Yujin,” Liz chanted, her voice going high and breathy as she kept coming. Her legs started to shake and Yujin could feel her own climax rushing towards her.

At the last second, Liz’s legs clamped down around her hips, holding Yujin in place as she started coming with a roar. Yujin’s cock jerked and twitched inside Liz as she spilled deep, her mind going blissfully blank at the intensity of it.

They collapsed together on the bed, completely spent and panting. Yujin rolled to the side, slipping out of Liz with a hiss at the sudden emptiness of it. She pulled Liz into her arms, both of them exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

They lay there for long moments, just basking in the afterglow. Finally, Liz spoke up, her voice muffled against Yujin’s chest. “Y-Yujin,” she breathed out. Could this be the moment? Wasn’t it the right time to address the feelings they both had been avoiding?

But as Liz contemplated her words, an unsettling fear crept in. What if they spoke their truths? What if it shattered the fragile dynamic they had so carefully maintained? The thought of awkwardness between them made her tummy knot in anxiety, and she instinctively brushed it off. With a soft sigh, she shifted her weight, intending to get up and leave the room. Maybe if they ignored it, it would go away.

However, Yujin had other plans. With a swift motion, she grabbed Liz’s wrist, pulling her back down so Liz was perched once more on Yujin’s lap. Liz looked startled, but there was a softness in Yujin’s gaze, an intensity that made her heart race.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yujin asked, her voice a low murmur, eyes locked onto Liz’s. She caressed Liz’s cheeks tenderly, her thumb brushing over her skin, grounding Liz in the moment.

“I—” Liz stammered, her earlier bravado dissolving. The warmth of Yujin’s gaze pierced through her defenses.

In that moment, without hesitation, Yujin leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t a kiss borne of lust; it was a kiss that spoke of vulnerability, of love that had simmered for far too long under the surface. Liz melted into it, every nerve ending alive.

When Yujin pulled away, her eyes held a depth Liz had never seen before. “I love you, Liz.” The confession fell from Yujin’s lips, each word ringing true, echoing in the small space between them.

Time seemed to pause. Liz’s breath caught in her throat, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. She had hoped for this, longed for it, but hearing it made her heart ache and swell all at once.

“I love you too,” Liz finally breathed out, her voice shaky, but resolute. The confession dawned like the first morning light breaking through shadows, illuminating everything between them.

They kissed for a long time after that, pouring all their pent up feelings into it. But as they finally broke apart, both smiling dopily, Yujin had to ask. “So…does this mean we can stop dancing around each other now? Maybe just admit we’re girlfriend and girlfriend?”

Liz laughed, playfully smacking Yujin’s chest. “You’re such a dork sometimes.” But she capitulated easily, pulling Yujin in for another heated kiss. “Yes, you big sap. You’re my girlfriend now.”

Yujin grinned against Liz’s lips, her heart feeling full to bursting. “Best thing I’ve ever heard,” she rumbled happily.

They shared another gentle kiss before Yujin’s gaze turned heated. “You know, I’m not done with you tonight,” she said with a wink. Liz could feel Yujin starting to harden again inside her. “Round two?”

“I’m always up for round two with you,” Liz replied with a grin. She loved competitive Yujin.

“Good,” Yujin purred, voice low and seductive. “Because I plan to make you scream my name all night long.” Her hips flexed, driving her re-hardened length deeper inside Liz.

Liz gasped, clenching around Yujin. She was more than ready for whatever Yujin had in store. Their night of lovemaking had only just begun.

[dailydamnation]

MAGIK #7 ASHLEY ALLEN (W) • Germán Peralta (A) • Cover by PABLO VILLALOBOS VARIANT COVER BY YASMINE PUTRI • RETRO VISION VARIANT COVER BY JOE QUINONES NEW MUTANTS REUNITE! • To save their friend, Magik and Mirage have no choice but to seek help from the order his ancestors founded. • But will Illyana’s new power make her a perfect recruit or a natural hellraiser? • And how will former leader Mirage respond when Magik starts to take charge? 32 PGS./Rated T+ …$3.99

Peralta back on art, Putri on a cover... July is quite literally looking good!

That line about how Dani might get upset about Illyana taking charge is a bit eye-rolly (she was fine when Illyana was a Great Captain of Krakoa), but that's just marketing hype, the contents of the series have earned faith that that'll be fine.

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: Norm Breyfogle

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman is working tirelessly to find out who you are. What will you do when he finds you? What will he do?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, breaking in and entering

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One Part Three

Part Two: Job Opportunity

“Master Bruce, do you think there is a possibility that this manhunt of yours may be born out of paranoia? Or perhaps an injury-induced delirium?” Alfred asked, as Bruce manically typed information into the Batcomputer. 

“That’s the problem, Alfred. There are no injuries. None. She healed me. She saw my face.” Bruce’s low voice rumbled. 

“Only you, Master Bruce, would consider a lack of injuries a problem,” Alfred sardonically stated. “Are you quite sure it was a woman?”

Bruce didn’t bother with a verbal response. He merely gave a curt nod. The sound of the elevator pinging and the door opening did not budge Bruce’s concentration from the computer. 

“Bruce, I’m back from Commissioner Gordon’s. The fingerprint is a dud. There are no matches in the criminal database,” Dick said, jumping into a rolly chair and sliding very loudly over toward Bruce. 

“That narrows it down, only about 25% of women in Gotham don’t have any form of criminal record,” Bruce muttered out loud. He didn’t particularly care if anyone heard. It moreso was for his train of thought. Bruce continued typing furiously, “I’ll check it against the other databases.”

Dick spun aggressively in his chair, “You got that fingerprint off your suit, right? What about the mask that was left?”

“The mask had been unused and freshly opened. There were some traces of fingerprints on that but my blood made them nearly impossible to ascertain,” Bruce said flatly. Bruce’s computer flashed with an oncoming message from Barbara. 

[The street cam footage was shaky, but I got a general description. She is about __ tall, with __ hair, and __ skin. It also appears that she is wearing a medical uniform that is issued for Gotham General Hospital. You’re welcome, Babs.]

Dick leaned so close to the computer that his and Bruce’s cheeks touched, “Wow I didn’t realize you brought in the big gun Babs. You want this girl found.”

Bruce tried not to smile at the ridiculous boy, “She saw my identity, Dick.”

Dick inhaled sharply through his teeth, “What are you going to do when you find her?”

A few ideas popped into Bruce’s mind, not all of them were legal. 

“He hasn’t got a clue, Master Dick,” Alfred said, spawning behind the two men, holding a silver tray with a bowl of Lucky Charms on it for Dick and a large black coffee for Bruce. 

“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick said, taking the cereal, “I mean she saved your life, Bruce. She hasn’t told anyone your identity,” Dick said, feeling the odd need to defend this girl he has never met. 

“She could just be selling the information to the highest bidder,” Bruce said, sharply taking a glug of coffee. 

Dick held back from rolling his eyes. He looked at the monitor and stared at the girl. “She saved your life when she didn’t have to. I don’t think she would ruin it on a whim. Not every person is out to get you, Bruce.”

And with that Dick and Alfred left Bruce alone in the Batcave. 

Bruce took another long sip of his coffee and continued his search. A small smile, barely a smirk lifted on his lips. 

It was a good thing that healthcare workers needed to get fingerprinted. 

He found her. Now all he needed was a solid plan. 

************************************************************************

“Y/n please girl. Please, please, please, please, please,” Sam begged jokingly with her hands together. 

“Nope! No! I am not taking another patient with bed bugs! I took the last one for you and I felt itchy for a week. Besides I have my hands full with an IICP and a stabbing,” I said, wagging my finger at my friend. 

“Gah fine! Wish me luck. I’m manifesting that I have rancid energy that repels beg bugs but is very welcoming and kind to patients.”

I laughed at her, “When you figure out that ratio please let me know, babe.”

The rest of the shift went by quickly, and mostly uneventful. I healed the head injury enough that no surgery would be required. I healed that stabbing enough that he could go home stable the next day. I healed a gunshot wound. A sick two-year-old with a fever. And so on. By the time I was walking out the back of my eyes burned and my back throbbed. I needed to do some stretching. Maybe take a long bath with some Epsom salt and a dirty romance novel. 

My walk home was uneventful. I was grateful to see my apartment. I wanted to shower, sleep, and cuddle Hashbrown. 

I turned the key to my apartment and stepped my leg in to block an anticipatory escape plan from Hashbrown. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion when she did not greet me at the door. A sense of unease flooded my body and I rushed in.

“Hashbrown? Here kitty-kitty!” I yelled in my sing-song voice for her. The hairs on my neck stood up. Something about the energy in my home was different. It was charged. Slowly, I grabbed my pepper spray. With my other hand, I grabbed my phone. 

Out of the darkness, there was a twing of metal and my phone and pepper spray were on the ground. Quickly, I turned to run out the door. 

“I just want to talk,” a gruff voice said from the darkness. I fumbled my hand against the wall and flicked on the light. 

I tried not to laugh. 

Batman was in my living room, with my cat on his lap. Hashbrown, the traitor seemed completely enamored by him. Some guard cat she was. 

I walked casually to my kitchen, to my fridge. “Do you want anything to eat or drink, Batman? I have some leftover Thai food, some diet cherry vanilla coke, water, coffee, tea?” 

“None for me,” he said, his voice seemingly lower by the second. 

After my dinner was assembled I joined him on the couch. I faced across from him. “What do you want to talk about? And why the fuck did you feel like it was okay to break into my apartment?”

“You’re bold. Is it a front to hide your fear of me?” He asked as Hashbrown nuzzled against his sharp chin. 

I looked at him, almost annoyed, “Should I be afraid, Bruce?” 

“I guess that depends on your answer,” Bruce said, intentionally not finishing his statement. 

“If you want an answer you need to ask me a question,” my tone was sharp. My anger was surging. I just got off a thirteen-hour shift of a four-day stretch. I just wanted to eat, shower, and go to bed. But this oversized emo chicken was interrupting that. 

“What would you do if the world knew about your healing powers?” He asked, and my heart stopped. 

“What would you do if the world knew your identity, Bruce Wayne?” I practically hissed the last part. How dare he break into my apartment, pet my cat, and threaten me? 

“It would be the end of the Batman,” Bruce said.

I looked him dead in the eyes. I held no fear. I just showed him my true exhaustion. “If you’re worried about me telling anyone, I won’t. Call it personal morals or call it fucking HIPPA I don’t care. I’m not going to tell because you were my patient and I cared for you. End of story. Now get out of my house.”

“Would you like to work for me and my family?”

The offer caught me so off guard I almost got whiplash from it. “Excuse me?”

“You would be a permanent first responder that lived in the Wayne Manor full time. Full benefits. A salary ten times what you are making now. You will need to sign an employment contract and an NDA. Your cat of course can also live at the manor. Your services will just need to be available 24/7.”

My mind whirled, “Give me a week to think about it. Write a draft proposal and give it to me as soon as possible. To be frank, I do feel like this is a form of manipulation. You want to hold power over me by being my employer and having me sign an NDA. You want to keep a close eye on me so that you know what I’m doing, who I’m talking to, and what I’m saying. You do not trust that I will simply not say anything out of my own morality.” 

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face, “You’re smart. You will fit in well. I will have the draft in your mailbox by tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss Y/l/n.”

Before I could say anything, he was out the window and vanished into the night. 

“What the fuck, Hashbrown?” I yelled, scooping her up. “What am I going to do?”

[legs-like-jelly]

If writing requests are still open, if I may so humbly request a little fic for the seeker trio in a tickle fight, I’d eat it like a thanksgiving dinner. It’s canon in g1 that they get on each other’s nerves and get into little squabbles, so who’s to say they don’t settle these little fights in a playful, brotherly way?

Skywarp would probs start it and TC would end it. Starscream would lose horrendously and we all know it

HEHEHEHE- GIGLGLLES SQUEALS KICKS MY FEET AROUND-

sorry i love the seeker trine i love love love love love them i am in love with them they are joy to me they are absolute treasures(they are war criminals) (i also know someone who will like this a lot)

Triple-Time!

lee: Starscream

lers: Skywarp and Thundercracker

Starscream was in an absolutely horrible mood today. And even that was an understatement. The entirety of the afternoon was him snapping off at the other two seekers for some unforseen reason. Both Skywarp and Thundercracker were getting fed up with his constant whining and yelling, so they decided to formulate a plan.

"Someone needs to whip that mech into shape. Or moreso, cheer him up a little," Thundercracker placed a digit on his chin.

"I say we give him the best medicine!" Skywarp wiggled his fingers tauntingly.

Thundercracker's faceplate split with a smile. "Now you're talkin. All we gotta do is find him now."

The two mechs set off from the separate room, scouring the area for their trinemate. Pedes collided with the metal floor of the Nemesis, trailing down the various hallways and wings.

"Ohhhh Starscream!! Where are ya, birdie?" Skywarp called out. It didn't take long for a helm to peek out of their shared berthroom, still visibly pissed off.

"What do you two want?" The red seeker hissed, crossing his arms over his chassis.

"We wanna know what's up. You've been more pissed off than usual. Whats grinding your gears?" Thundercracker gave him a short nudge, to which Starscream hissed and swatted him away.

"Why should I tell you two? You would hardly even care anyways, so why bother?" Starscream bared his teeth at the two yet again.

Both Skywarp and Thundercracker exchanged glances, then slid into the room. Thundercracker was the one to close the door. Starscream seated himself on the berth, a deep scowl engraved on his faceplate.

"Stars, you know we won't judge ya. We just wanna know what's wrong so we can help ya feel better.." The blue seeker took a seat next to him and placed an arm around his shoulders. This time, Starscream didn't pull away.

"I..It's hard to talk about. I-i just feel super..alone. I have no idea why, but ever since Bee disappeared.." The red seeker whispered, hugging himself tight. The other two exchanged glances before sitting down adjacent to him. Thundercracker rubbed soothing circles into Starscream's back.

"You miss him, don't you?" Thundercracker whispered.

"....I do," Starscream responded, hugging himself tightly.

"Well, we may not be him, but we know a way to cheer you up a little!" Skywarp perked up behind Starscream and wrapped his arms around the other's middle.

"How could you two possibl-EEEEK!!" Starscream was quickly cut off by a digit being dragged down the edge of his wing.

"Ohoho, I still got it!" Skywarp pat himself on the back with pride.

"Come on Warpy, we can't just get his wings. What about these hips? I think they deserve some attention" Thundercracker replied pointedly, his digits kneading at the metal of Starscream's hips.

"C-CEHEASE THIS NAHAONSENSE!!-" Starscream squeaked, trying to curl up into a ball to avoid the tickly servos.

"Awww, look TC!! He's curling up like one of those earth bugs!" The purple trinemate cooed while starting to scribble his digits all over the other seeker's wings.

"What are they called again? Rolly pollies? The resemblance is almost uncanny," Thundercracker chuckled while moving his digits to knead at Starscream's sides.

"STAHAHAP IT!! I-I COMMAHAND YOU!!" Starscream cackled, his faceplate burning a bright purplish-pink from the teases.

"But look at your smile! I wanna see more of it!" Skywarp faked a pout and started tracing his digits over the hinges of Starscream's wings. The red seeker let out a high pitched snort and kicked his pedes about. There was absolutely no escaping these two and he knew it.

"Oh man, that sounds like a bad spot, Screamer. Would it help if I moved my servos here?" Thundercracker smiled coyly at the other while his digits spidered up and down the outer plating of Starscream's thighs. His trinemate squealed out and jerked backwards, trapping himself further in Skywarp's grasp.

"And what do we have here? Some cozy neck cables for me to nuzzle into?" Skywarp buried his nose right into the crook of Starscream's neck, purring like a motor. The red seeker snorted at the gesture, scrunching up his shoulders to try and evade.

"YOU TWO AHARE AHAHAWFUL!!!" He squealed out, servos clenched into tight fists. The seeker was pressed tight unto himself, trapped between his two trinemates.

"Seems you're a lil tense there, Screamer. Maybe a massage will help you!" Skywarp snaked his servos down to Starscream's ribs, lightly kneading at the metal on his frame.

"GYEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU'RE NOT HELPIHIHING!!" His trinemate cackled, clamping his arms down over Skywarp's servos. He kicked his pedes slightly, nearly hitting Thundercracker.

"Here, I'll help you out then," The blue seeker spoke, moving down to Starscream's knees and scribbling along the surface.

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING EHEHEHEITHER!!!" Starscream squirmed in the two's grasp, but couldn't get far considering he was in the middle of a seeker sandwich. His wings flapped around frantically, signaling his pure, unfiltered joy. The other two couldn't help but feel their sparks spin with warmth.

Starscream on the other hand was wheezing and hitting his fists on the sheets of their shared berth. The other two knew this was a sign and ceased their attacks immediately. Instead, they opted for rubbing out a few of the ghost tickles and leaving little platonic kisses on Starscream's wings and faceplate.

"You okay there, Stars? You almost sounded like a kettle there," Thundercracker teased lightly, his engine purring contently. Starscream crossed his arms over his chassis, turning his helm away.

"Hmph, you know perfectly well that I'm just fine! No thanks to the help you two, of course," Their commander scoffed.

"Oh come on, we totally cheered you up, didn't we? You can say it, Starsie!!" Skywarp nuzzled their helms together, wings flickering with delight.

"Don't you rub your grubby face on me! Off I say!" He tried to push Skywarp off, giving him a little scowl.

"That's enough, you two. How about some late afternoon cuddles? I can pull up a video on the datapad for us to watch," Thundercracker suggested.

"Fine, but I get to pick the series we watch this time!" Starscream declared with finality.

FIN

i LOOOOOOOOOVE taking forever on my fics its my faaaavorite activity its great guys u should try it

[honeytama]

Make Your Move - Chapter 1

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

Fic Masterlist

A/N: Very excited to begin my first long fic! Enjoy <3 I'd love to know what you think. I have an idea of how long it will be, but maybe I’ll have more ideas as we go on.

Fic Summary: Having known Matt for a year already, he knows your talents and hires you as his assistant for Bad Omens' upcoming tour. You’ve had a crush on Matt, your friend, and now boss. However, his good friend and your celebrity crush, Noah, takes a liking to you the second you step through the door. What happens when your feelings develop? What happens when they find out? You only hope your heart doesn’t break trying to care for two others.

Content and Warnings for Ch. 1: Fluff, mention of sex toys/masturbation, all of my works are 18+ only

Word Count: 2.7k

Matt called the other day.

“Y/N, do you happen to have plans from June 3rd to July 7th?” He asked.

You remember him asking you, but at that moment you didn’t even process what he had said before responding, “Whatever you need, I’m all yours!”.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. He was cocky, overly flirtatious, and arrogant some of the time, but he had an effect on you that didn’t waver.

You wanted every moment to be around him and didn’t consider the amount of responsibility he would put on you in the upcoming months.

It’s the beginning of April and you agreed to be Matt’s assistant tour manager on Bad Omen’s summer tour. Their full tour route has already been posted online and fans could begin buying tickets by the end of the week.

Today, you have to meet with Matt and the band for the first time to discuss tour logistics. Tour production, mixing, and lighting were nothing new to you, but you'd never gone on the road before, let alone with a band you'd never met… in person, at least. You're a Bad Omens fan– big time.

Matt and you have known each other for a year having met while you were on a walk. His dog, Zeus, had got off-leash and sauntered on toward you. It was fate the way the world brought him to you. He thanked you for grabbing Zeus’ collar before noticing your Bad Omens merch.

“I like your shirt,” he nodded at your chest with a smirk.

“You're their tour manager,” you said with wide eyes.

“Among other things,” he smiled.

The man had you wrapped around his finger starting that day.

You two exchanged numbers and have been hanging out and talking ever since. It was your favorite to go on walks with him and his dogs when he was home from tour. He flirted with you and with every hand touch and compliment it made your affection for him grow. However, you knew he was a ladies' man and decided to keep your feelings secret early on.

Now, he’s your boss.

—

The walk from your car to the door of the studio felt a mile long. The beat of your heart thumped in your ears as you thought about how your first meeting would go.

Would they like you? Would you do well or make a fool of yourself? Would they notice you had a crush on Matt? Will they just think you're his puppy to play with on tour?

These thoughts made your stomach lurch and nearly convinced you to dial Matt to call in sick.

Nevertheless, you wanted to prove yourself to them, so you put on your best smile and turned the door knob.

You were immediately met with a packed room and heads turning to meet you.

“There she is!” Matt exclaims while leaning against the long mixing console. “Everyone, this is Y/N. My new assistant.”

“Hell knows you needed one,” Folio gets up from the couch on the side of the room and goes to shake your hand.

“I’m Nick,” he points to another guy in the corner in a rolly chair, “he’s Nick, too. So, it’s ok for you to call me Folio.”

Nick, Nicholas Ruffilo as you know him, gives you a smile and a small wave before returning to his laptop screen.

“That’s Jolly,” Folio points to a rugged man sitting on the rug on the floor next to the coffee table.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he smiles.

“And this is Noah,” Folio walks over to Noah and pats his shoulder.

“Hey,” he waves.

How can he be even hotter in person? You thought.

Being a fan of the band already, you had already attached their names to their faces, and Noah’s was your favorite. You thought he was attractive and started to develop a bit of a celebrity crush on him when you discovered the band, but once Matt came into the picture you thought it best to ogle over someone tangible. Now, Noah is really in front of you and you hope your fan feelings won’t make things complicated.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m such a fan,” you say, professionally.

“Oh! You’re a fan! Matt, you picked a good one,” Folio grins.

You make your way across the room toward Matt to hug him. You couldn’t help feeling eyes on you from the direction of the couch, but your conscience convinces you to ignore it.

Matt embraces you before telling you to take a seat in the rolly chair beside him.

“Alright, my friends,” he claps. “Now that we’re all here, we have a lot to do. Y/N, I sent you our to-do list, mind getting that out for me?” Matt nods toward the laptop in your tote bag.

“You’re already giving orders? It’s day zero,” Nick whines.

“Treat her like an equal, man,” Noah is lighthearted, but his face says “Don’t do this right now”.

“Guys, I’m kidding,” Matt groans and pulls out his phone. “Ok, so we need to source crew, talk to management about who else is on the bill, create video wall graphics, arrange a setlist, mix intros for each track in the setlist… plus lots and lots of other shit.”

You smile across the room to Noah and mouth, “Thank you”.

He winks at you before looking down at his notebook and beginning to take note of Matt’s list.

Matt continues, “Noah, do you want to finalize the setlist? We can work on some other stuff while you get that done.”

“Actually,” he raises his head from his notebook to make eye contact with you, “I would love to have Y/N’s opinion on what I have so far.” He faces Matt, “She’s a fan and it would be nice to have some insight from someone else who enjoys our music.”

“I like that idea,” Matt agrees.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” you say excitedly. Time to prove yourself, you thought.

“Sweet,” Noah says. He gets up from the couch with his notebook and pen in hand. “We can go out to the patio,” he nods his head at the back door of the studio.

You grab your tote and fix your outfit before following Noah to the door that he so chivalrously holds open for you.

“After you,” he smiles. “Let’s take a seat on the bench.”

The atmosphere completely changes as you can hear birds chirping and cars driving down the nearby highway. The back patio is covered with a finished, wooden awning and it faces a small yard with deep green grass and vines that trail up the fence surrounding the studio. Being here with Noah, alone, it felt like a dream.

You take a seat next to Noah with around two feet in between you. Your heart flutters watching him flip through the pages of his notebook as his hair falls into his eyes.

“There it is,” he announces as he tucks his hair behind his ear, only for it to fall again to his temple.

Noah hands you his notebook and on the open page is a list of songs. Some of them are scratched out and then rewritten, while others have question marks next to them.

“I hope you can read my handwriting,” he says sheepishly.

“I like your handwriting,” you smile, hoping to ease him. Why was he nervous? You thought.

You read aloud,

“Artificial Suicide,

Nowhere to Go,

V.A.N,

Glass Houses,

The Grey,

Never Know,

Limits,

IDWT$,

Like a Villain,

Just Pretend,

The Death of Piece of Mind,

Concrete Jungle,

and Dethrone.”

“This is perfect,” you gush. “The fans will love this show. I know I will.”

Your praise earns you a toothy smile from him. “Are you sure there is nothing you would change? You can be critical. I can take it,” he leans in urging you to say anything.

“You–,” you blush, “you forgot to add my favorite song.”

“What’s your favorite?” He’s still so close to you, yearning to hang onto every word you say.

You reach across his lap to pull the pen out of his hand. His gaze follows your hand to his notebook. The pen is brought to the page of setlist ideas and at the very bottom, you scribble If I’m There.

Noah laughs and rubs the tops of his thighs. “Really?”

Taken aback by his reaction, “‘Yes! What do you mean, ‘really’?”

“Hey,” he smiles with his hands up, “it’s a great song. I know the fans love it…” He holds up his forefinger, “But, one, we haven’t played it live in forever.” He holds two fingers to you and laughs, “Two, you put it as the third encore after Dethrone.”

You laugh along with him. “Fine, no If I’m There for the fans I guess,” you tease. “I just was thinking about when you and Jolly did an acoustic live stream during quarantine and played it. The song means a lot to me and your voice sounds amazing in it, of course,” you admit.

Noah bites his lip and fixes a steady gaze on your eyes. “Thank you, that means a lot. Maybe you’ll share with me what it means to you sometime?”

“Sure,” you nod.

“How about, when we’re on the road and you’re feeling down,” he looks off to the yard, “you say the word and I’ll play the song for you.”

“Just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“Why?”

“I want to sing it again; the song means a lot to me, too,” he looks to you.

–

“Matt,” you call out, “am I going to be feeling down when we're on the road?”

It was now almost two months later and the first show of the summer is in two days. This morning, Matt is over at your apartment helping you pack for your first tour trip. You have to leave to meet everyone at the tour bus to pack everything up and head out by noon.

“Feeling down,” he pauses, “like, sad? Where’d you hear that?” He comes out of your restroom with your travel bottles and extra toiletries in his arms.

“It was a passing comment that Noah made when we first met. I’ve been thinking about it ever since,” you look down at your suitcase on the bed.

“I’m sure he didn't mean to freak you out. But,” he opens up your mini bag to set everything inside, “yeah, it can get lonely.”

“Aw, you get lonely?” you tease. “Then, I’m glad I’ll have my best friend on the road with me,” you smile at him.

“Yeah, me too,” he smiles back at you, “Noah and I are going to be hanging out a lot.”

“Fuck off”, you flick the brim of his hat. Letting out a sigh, you ask, “Do you think I have everything I need?”

“Lemme see…” He hunches over your suitcase and rummages through the piles of clothes. It’s a minute later that you realize that he’s probably putting his hands all over your underwear. “Y/N.”

“What?” You ask. He’s still hunched over, unwavering. “Matt, what is it?” You repeat urgently.

“What are– Why do you have these?” He turns around to you holding your palm-sized vibrator in his left hand and your pink, five-inch dildo in his right.

“Matt!” You reach forward trying to grab them, but he pulls back. “Oh, my God!”

“You can’t bring these!” He yells waving around your personal items.

“I can do whatever I want! Give them back!” Your cheeks feel red hot as you try to reach for your things being held above his head.

He looks down at you with fire in his maple eyes. “You’re going to be staying on the bus with us. When did you think you were going to use these?” He laughs, and you hate it when he’s right. Honestly, you questioned why you even bothered to pack them, too.

“None of your business, Matt,” you huff letting your arms down, defeated. “I just thought, like, what if we got hotel rooms at some point during the tour and I could blow off some steam.”

“And, you thought that you’d get a room to yourself?” Matt laughs, annoyingly. He hands you the toys and you throw them into the bag in frustration.

“I have to room with you boys the entire month?” You whine. “How am I supposed to change my clothes?”

“You’ll have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I don't mind if you change in front of me,” Matt smirks.

“You would like that, huh?” You jab.

“Y/N, watching you change would be my favorite show; better than any Bad Omens set, and I’m great at my job,” he taunts.

“You’re gross,” you scoff.

“You love me,” Matt relaxes on your bed.

He’s right, you think.

–

The sun was out again outside of the studio. You reminisce about spending time with Noah on the patio two months ago, and there were only a couple of days you spent alone time with him since then. Each time, you try to brush off the sense of guilt you have when Noah looks at you with his almond eyes; Matt is still unaware of the celebrity crush you had on his friend. Even though Matt isn't yours, you still liked and knew him first and it made it feel wrong to give Noah the attention you did.

Though, there’s no time to focus on that now. Today is your first official day of being Matt’s assistant and assistant tour manager for Bad Omens.

You met everyone: crew, the other touring band, Bad Omens, and Matt outside of the studio where the tour trailers and buses were parked. With your suitcase by your side, you kept track of everything on your iPad. You instructed where everyone was meant to be by the first show day and took inventory of all gear kept in the trailers.

And then after forty-five minutes of organization, everyone was ready to load onto the buses.

“Alright,” Matt calls out, “crew and our other band, you'll be in the first bus. My guys and Y/N, we’ll be in the second. Decide on your sleeping arrangements. Let’s go.”

“You ready?” Folio comes to your side.

“Yeah, I’m excited,” you answer.

With that, you load onto the second bus, and you’re astonished at the sight before you.

The bus is long. There’s a kitchenette with cabinets as you enter and a TV hanging above the entrance of the bus. After the kitchenette, the bus is lined with smooth, black leather couches and one small table for dining. There's a sliding door that separates the bunks from the rest of the bus; six beds total, two sides of the bus set with three bunks on top of each other. After the bunks, there is another sliding door that can block off a room with a leather couch that lines the walls of the bus. The back is decorated with pillows and twinkly lights from which you can see.

“Y/N, take your pick of bunk. I’ll sleep near wherever you choose.” Matt suggests.

You choose the second bunk on the right side of the bus. Matt chooses to sleep above you and Folio follows suit below you. As everyone is settling in, Noah trails in last.

He’s left with the second bunk on the left side of the bus, right across from you.

“Hey, neighbor,” he smiles as he puts his backpack in his bunk.

“Noah,” you blush while unpacking your blanket, pillow, and plushies onto the bed.

Matt finishes unpacking his sleeping gear and leans against the wall to address all of you, “Now that we’re back, I just need to remind everyone about the rules of the bus.”

Nick groans from his bunk near the floor.

“Well, actually, y'all know there’s only one rule,” Matt maintains eye contact with you. “No pleasuring oneself or another on the bus.”

Oh, my God, you think.

"I hate you", you silently mouth to Matt.

Beside you, Noah chuckles and crosses his arms. Turning to look at him, his cheeks are pink.

Did Matt fucking tell him something? You thought.

Matt raises his eyebrows at you. “Driver! Let’s roll.”

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AYYAYAAY REQUEST ARE OPENN :DD

Now I can actually say this since I’m curious

I want to see Ophelia snap, like get really angry since we barely see her getting anger :3

Ophelia doesn't snap too often, but when she does... it isn't pretty.

Hope you enjoy!

Ophelia snaps

SFW, Romance, Slight Angst, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

RID 2015

Ophelia was working on some of the Decepticon hunter’s while the others were out on their daily patrol.

Even Fix-it joined the team, leaving Denny and Russel.

Ophelia happily explained some of the repairs to the humans when the sounds of engines roaring came in.

Ophelia smiled to herself as she and the human went to the main area.

She was not prepared to see the team all battered up.

And noticing the absence of their leader and her Conjunx.

Ophelia racing over to the team gently guiding them to the med bay. Ophelia: “Where’s Bee and Steve?” Drift groaning: “We were ambushed. Bumblebee and Steve stayed behind to buy us all some time to escape. They have been captured.” Ophelia clenches her servos before going to the main console before grabbing a Decepticon hunter and marching to the entrance. Grimlock blocks the exit with his tail: “Lia? What are you doing?” Ophelia: “I’m getting our leader and Conjunx back.” Sideswipe: “You? Alone? Fat chance.” Strongarm: “If the 7 of us barely got out of there what makes you think going there alone is a good idea?” Ophelia gives them all a harsh glare. Some of the bots step back. Ophelia: “I HAVE a plan Strongarm. And I WILL get them out of there with or without the team. So, who’s with me?”

The team was surprised seeing how serious the minibot was on their way to the location.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse.

Steve and Bumblebee were both tied up and gagged in the middle of the room.

The team began to run towards them, when the traps got triggered.

One by one each member got tied up, rendering them immobile.

Out of the shadows the leader of the small group of cons had shown his face.

It was during the monologue that the team realized that they were a member short.

Leader: “And then when I—I, I’m sorry I can’t help but get the feeling that you’re ignoring me.” SLAM! The rafter above the Cons opens up and a familiar minibot lands. Steve in pure panic: “OPHELIA!” Drift: “So that’s where she ran off to.” Bumblebee noticing Steve on the verge of a panic attack: “Drift, not the time.” The leader and his crew laugh at the minibot holding the smaller version of a Decepticon hunter.

Leader: “HAHAHAHAHA! And what is the little minibot going to do with that puny toothpick?” Ophelia: “…Have you forgotten who I am?” She activates the Decepticon hunter turning into a mace. Ophelia: “Let me give you a reminder of who’s team you decided to hurt.”

The team stared in shock at the brutal beatdown the pacifist minibot laid on the Cons.

Steve had flashbacks to the ‘training’ sessions he had seen on the Nemesis.

Not very good flashback either.

Once Ophelia had finished beating the Cons up and putting them in their respective stasis cuffs, it was as if a switch had been turned on.

Ophelia ran to Bumblebee with fear in her optics. Ophelia: “Is everyone okay?! Hold on, I’ll get those things off you!” Ophelia unties Bumblebee and then Steve. Steve immediately pulls her in for a hug. Ophelia responds with an equally strong hug. Steve: “Don’t you EVER do something like that again! Please… don’t do that…” Ophelia just hugs him tighter. Steve pulls her closer and carries her bridal style. Ophelia: “My Spark, I can walk.” Steve: “I know.” Ophelia just looks at his face with love. Sideswipe: “Since when can you do that!?” Ophelia: “You don’t become the temporary leader of the Decepticon’s without knowing how to fight Sides.” Strongarm: “You were the what?!” Ophelia looking over at Grimlock: “Did no one really know that?” Grimlock just shrugs before patting her helm. Drift nods and joins the others. Bumblebee goes up to her side: “You did good Ophelia, but like Steve said—” Ophelia rolling her optics playfully and tiredly: “I know, I know… but I don’t regret it.” Steve squeezes her a bit before joining the others on the walk back home.

snap!

[king-roland-ii]

Hello again, I'm glad to hear you're getting better at baking! But what you said at the end of your statement has me wondering. You feel like you were rushed to grow up? Why, what happened?

I believe I was already grown up for my age, but I had responsibilities that I needed to prepare for.

Being heir to the throne, I was made to learn all there is to ruling a kingdom. I wanted to be ready to take over for my father one day, that I didn't have a typical childhood where I'd indulge in, well, being young.

My father was still alive, but I was excepted to act as if I had already become king. After all, it'd be easier if I knew what to do if I ever had to take his place suddenly.

Nonetheless, I thought it was normal.

Now that I have my own children, I realize how special it is to be their age. They shouldn't have to assume they have every single responsibility on their shoulders right this second.

I want to live long enough to watch them become their own people without them worrying about the future. And rest assured, I will live as long as needed for them.

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! humiliation + "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!" ꒰ mei mei x dom,m!reader ꒱: ceo!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, p in v, slight dacryphilia, mentions of sex work, humiliation / degrading obvi, reader is hung ꒰ and an ass man ꒱ , slight dehumanization ꒰ its like 2 lines ꒱, oral ꒰ f!receiving ꒱, p in v. her outfit. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC, the reader is not an admirable or morally sound person. ꒰ 5.7k+ ꒱

"𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴." — 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. the poster lazily rested against the wall of your grant office. a "motivational quote" for those who walk into your office. yes, the quote was true, but at what cost should you build your own dreams?

a loud groan leaves your lips as you roll your shoulder, your body strangely tense as you sit in your office chair, attempting to cognitively read the contracts sitting on your desk. sipping on your coffee you hope and pray that your buisness partner, satoru gojo, doesn't come bursting in your office for the 5th time this week. he'll send useless mail, terribly delivered and made jokes, and fake motivational speeches. not to mention his mouth never. stops. moving. granted, your sure he's just lonely, or autistic, maybe both. (the call might be coming from inside of the house!)

despite how annoying that stupidly gorgeous man may be has been right the past few days. "your shoulders are tense as hell. their like rocks!" your tense, ridiculously tense and stressed. when you sarcastically questioned him about what you should do to relive the tension, he genuinely responded with, "i don't know. maybe go to a club, fuck a stripper! maybe you just need some good pussy," gojo says bluntly, "take out your frustrations!" his voice turned weird in the last phrase, but you ignore it and sigh. "im not going to a fucking club, don't have time for the tabloids."

however, now as you sit at your desk, swaying side to side in your "rolly chair" as gojo calls it, you think that maybe he is right. a stress reliever could help. but not from a stripper.

well, maybe a... with a huff you pick up the landline that leads to your assistants office. hearing his voice on the other side of phone. "i need you to book something for me..." you speak looking a picture you pulled up on your phone while waiting for his response.

the day slowly ended, and gojo—without fail dropping in to say hi! and make penis jokes instead of working like the ceo he is. along with making jabs at how "terrible" you looked, due to the tenseness. and after he left, do did the sun. the day had thank fully ended and you could collapse onto the soft mattress that is your bed. the material allowing you to sink into it and give your body comfort it hasn't felt all day. you look at the moving ceiling fan, thinking to yourself about your appointed the upcoming saturday. "mm, she's expensive, but apparently her pussy's good," you mumble to yourself, "lets hope i didn't waste my money..."

sleep quickly overcame you that night, despite the massive intakes of coffee you had. it seems the days of overworking yourself had drawbacks. you really should listen to nanami's hypocritic words. and saturday could not come faster!

finally, day off from the stressful work environment. just you, a book, and that sex worker you booked later that night. a yawn leaves your lips your lips as the words on the paper start to become wonky, and you swear you've read the same paragraph 3 times. "time for a nap, huh?" you stretch before bookmarking the page you were on, setting the book down, and curling up on the couch to take a long and well needed nap. i feel like a teenager "catching up sleep" on the weekends...

after the world went black for who knows how long, something in the back of your brain compels you to get up, a nagging feeling that you normally get before a meeting. you sit up to see what time it is, and you understand that nagging feeling. because you do in fact have a meeting, with "mei mei," according to your assistant.

your not an idiot, you've delt with this before and briefly glanced at her. she's pretty popular, but her prices are high, you'd need money to book her. seems its time to meet the celebrity, huh?

in a little under 45 minutes you sit in the backseat of ijichi's car, resting your head on the head rest with your eyes shut, waiting for the the car to stop at its destination. Cursed2, the hotel that you were scheduled to meet up at. you wondered what your chauffeur thought about his boss hooking up with someone. however, you knew he wasn't going to say a thing. he was there to do his job and nothing else. after a moment of calm, you open your eyes and look out of the window, seeing how the streets are lit up in the darkness of the night sky. the car slows as it turns and you see the giant sign that says "CURSED2" on the window filled building next to the car.

moments later, ijichi opens the door for you and closes it behind you. "thank you," you mumble to him with a nod, pulling on the lapels of your coat. "no problem, sir. enjoy your night."

you step through the sliding doors and into the lobby, waiting patiently at the front desk for an employee. when a woman in dark blue and khaki pants shows up, you notice how beautiful and awake she looks for someone doing night audit, you suppsed it fits for the rich air of this hotel. "i have a reservation," you state your name rub the back of your neck, slowly rolling it. the woman soon pulled up your reservation on her screen and handed you a thin keycard with a seemingly knowning smile. "room 369, sir. it seems you have a visitor aswell."

"oh, thank you," you chuckle to yourself and take the card before walking to the elevator, resting against the railing with a small smile. DING! you look at the two doors slowly opening and step out of the moving room. following the signs you end up at the room '369' which you find ironic, but maybe its your dirty mind at work.

the woman in the room hears the click of the door and smiles to herself. you step in the door with a sigh, looking around the room, impressed with the lengths they went to in decoration. then again, this is a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in the area. shrugging off your coat, you hear rustling and look up in the direction of the sound. your eyes are focused on the woman before you, her light blue hair was falling elegantly on her shoulders, partially covering the dark purple lingerie set she had on. the floral pattern lining the lace of her bra and panties, a garterbelt suspender was over the panties which stopped just under her bellybutton, the garter belts connect to the matching thin stockings she was wearing that went just below her mid-thigh. covering most of the set was a dark purple satin shawl. a smile immediately comes to your face at the sight of her, ideas festering in your mind. oh, that's being ripped off.

"your late. you know that's extra," her smooth and sultry voice fills your ears as she leans against the doorway to the bedroom. "im aware," you smirk and turn your eyes towards your coat as you tug off the second sleeve and set it on the coat rack. "you know, you are an expensive woman to book," amusement and intrigue is caked in your voice as you slip of your "church shoes" and step into the common area of the suite.

a noise of amusement leaves her throat, almost a chuckle, but not quite. "well, you'd pay for an expensive contractor with good quality, wouldn't you? mr. ceo?" you hum and step towards the kitchen, "i suppose i would, yes." you grab the soap and throughly wash your hands before drying them and walking towards her. you stop a few inches before your reach her and carefully grab her hand, kissing her knuckles lightly, your eyes focused on her face. "i apologize for my lateness," you mumble against her skin, your eyes lock with hers as the two of you can see the "intense" intention behind eachother's eyes. "oh? ever the gentleman mr.?" she whispers your last name, smiling at the twitch of your lips against her knuckles.

you sit up and smile. "i pride myself on being one. now, what exactly is the price for my lateness? it was only 5 minutes," your voice is soft and smooth, attention entirely trapped on her. the woman before you hums, "yes, but its my time you know? and unfortunately, i don't own a multi-billion dollar company. a 2,216 yen up charge."

ignoring her little quip, a whistle leaves your lips. "alright. your other prices?" she smiles and turns around, walking into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, you follow suit and sit next to her, pulling on the front of your collar before unbuttoning the top three buttons. she gives you a look but doesn't comment on it, only beginning to talk about her pricing. "stillll expensive," you reach into your pocket and fish out your wallet. she chuckles and stands moving to stand in front of you. "you shouldn't book if you can't handle the woman," she responds as she moves, earning a look from you. your eyes trained on her, lips twitching her as he hands touch your cheek.

"trust me—i know how to handle a woman," an intrigued smile finds its way to her face, smiling a bit more as you kiss her palm. her hands gliding along your shoulders and neck, her eyes focused on the check your signing in your hand. once you sign your signature you lift it up and show her the price before setting it on the nightstand along with your wallet.

her eyes drift to the check, eyes sparkling a bit at the amountodf zeros before she turns her attention back to you. "oh? and what all are you expecting for that?" she slowly straddles your lap, thumbs rubbing lightly against your jaw. "a strip tease?" mei grins. "it's extra," you say the words with her, earning a chuckle from her lips. "no, i don't want it," your voice is still calm, although your hands are resting on her sides, feeling her figure through the satin shawl, fighting the urge to speed up this process.

"awh! that's a shame," she fake pouts, one of her hands palming your semi—erection through your pants, hands skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping your pants to grasp your cock. "and i thought the client was the desperate one?" you tease with a smile, your eyes on her face. "i only wanted to...speed up the process. your—friend here seemed so suffocated in these pants. i only wanted to help," a fake pout is sported on her face as she pulls down your boxers, expression changing slightly when she sees your cock. her hand gently grips it, the small smile on her face growing as she brushes her thumb against the vein on the underside of your cock. you watch her reach for a bottle in the nightstand and pour it on her hand.

"oooh? i haven't had cock any this heavy in a while," she comments, eyes trained on your fat tip as she slowly begins to stroke your cock, "i do hope you know how to use it."

her eyes snap back up to yours, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion. "i told you, i know how to handle a woman," the both of you can hear the change in your voice, it's somewhat deeper, filled with more desire. "grower, huh?" she comments with a smile, locking eyes with you before. your hand gently grabs her wrist, stopping her from further pumping your hard length. her eyes snap from her wrist to your eyes, tilting her head a bit to the side without a word. "as much as i appreciate these services of yours, that's not what want," your thumb gently brushes against her wrists, pressing lightly against her pulse, your other hand sliding the satin velour shawl from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. "i want your pussy."

your words are blunt and expresses what you want to her. some clients wouldn't even start with that, let alone let her "play" with them like she is with you. your...different. "oh?" her favorite word. her eyes sparkle a bit while looking into yours.

she feels the hand holding her wrist release its hold, slithering in the gap of her thighs to yours, your fingering pressing up against her pussy. both of your eyes follow the movement of your hand before the two of you lock eyes once more. "a buyer should be able to test how good their product is, yes?" you watch in amusement when her jaw feathers and her lips twitch.

your hand leaves from under her to join your other hand, lifting her up and setting her back down in the middle of the bed. "i didn't receive an answer," your voice is a whisper, but she can hear a sort of warning in it. "yes," she says somewhat sarcastically. she sees you smile, and feels your hands trail from her hips, down her thighs, smoothly uncliping the garterbelt from the stockings, sliding the stockings down as you go. "someone's experienced," you hear her comment. you hum, "i did tell you that."

lifting her hips up with one hand, you unclip the garterbelt suspender and throw it on the floor. your hands rub and squeeze the bare skin of her thighs, moving to squeeze her hips. "it's a shame you hide such a beautiful body under these stupid clothes," you mumble, your grip tightening slightly as you convince yourself not to rip off the no doubt expensive set she has on. "stupid? i got all dolled up for you and you think its stupid?" your fingers hook underneath the thin fabric of her panties, rubbing the underside of the fabric. "its in the way, and im fighting against ripping it off," you lock eyes with her and whisper, "but, because these panties are so cute i'll fuck you with them on. your bra, ehhh, not so much."

a smile is plastered on your face as one hand caresses the triangular gap in the fabric of her pants, just beneath her bellybutton, feeling that she's shaven clean with a hum. your other hand slides up against the curve of her back, undoing her bra with one hand and tossing it onto the floor aswell.

your hands move to her free breasts. your hands squeeze them gently, thumbs ghosting her nipples, as you smile at the breath she intakes. "sensitive nipples? that's a sight," you grin. your touch is soft and gentle, not a word leaving either of your lips as it seems your just admiring her body. "your quite gentle for someone who just wants to check his product," mei's voice is soft, but salty as she speaks. "you don't have to be rough to check a product. you should be glad im being gentle," your fingers gentle glide along her skin and rest above her panties, "besides, i have to make sure you don't break."

"your very confident in your abilities," her sultry voice fills your ears and you smile. your thumb glides over her pussy through the panties, finding her clit immediately and pressing lightly against it. "mm, when was the last time someone made you cum?"

her legs tense when your thumb teases her clit through the fabric. "f—four months," she stutters slightly as she speaks, looking away when she does. "four?" you repeat her words with a chuckle, "damn, how long have you been faking orgasms." she watches your eyes go to the ceiling, seemingly thinking about something but she can sense its sarcastic. you look back down at her. "well, i guess im making you cum four times." you pull her panties to the side and lightly touch her pussy, sliding a finger in between her folds.

"really? you really are confident," she chuckles, which turns into a small moan when you start rubbing against her clit. you smile and take your fingers from her cunt before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring it onto your fingers. your eyes catch the expression she gives you, seemingly almost surprised. "what? im not fucking a dry pussy. i'm rude, but not that rude."

your fingers push her panties to the side and tease her pussy, swiping your thumb lightly against her clit. "aw, has something i've done got you turned on?" you question when you feel her slick pooling on your fingertips, "or is it something ive said?" the drop in your voice makes her thighs twitch, the slight twinkle in your eyes makes her questionable. although, whatever thought she had in her head was lost when you shove a finger into her, hooking it in her cunt. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her hands automatically flying to your arm, "thick cock and thick fingers, huh?"

a chuckle leaves your lips at her little comment, although its hard to take her seriously when blush is creeping onto her face, the tips of her ears already pink, matching her peach skin. "mhm," you hum and slip a second finger in.

your fingers caress her walls, occasionally pressing lightly against that gooey ribbed spot in her cunt. her eyes become half-lidded from your languid movements, seemingly being relaxed from how gentle you are despite your previous suggestive words. her hands are still gripping your arm, although her grip has gotten weak, her hands sliding down to rest against her body. "enjoying the treatment?" you question. she hears the amused attitude in your voice and simply glares at you before she feels your fingers pump faster, clearly waking her up from whatever trance she was previously in. her thighs jolt when your free hand pulls back her clit hood. you whistle, "such a pretty clit."

the fingers in her cunt pump in and out in a fast pace, curling against what you find out is her g—spot based on how her eyes rolled when you pressed against it. one thumb holds her clithood back while the other rubs gentle circles against her bare clit. "i don't understand how some men can't find the clit," you frown, keeping your eyes on her glistening cunt that's taking your fingers so well, "it's quite easy."

it irritates her. your lax personality as if you aren't knuckles deep in her pussy. the entire night, you've spoken as if you know everything, as if you know her body. and at at the moment, she swears you do. but no matter how much you irritate her, the feeling of pleasure is going to outweigh the irritation. your fingertips curling against her g—spot, making her lashes flutter and her eyes glossy. "oh, ah...ngh—! awh!" the sounds that leave her mouth are pitiful, whatever image she usually has been thrown out of the window despite one of her hands coming to clamp over her lips.

you smile at her state and decide to ring an orgasm out of her as you roughly rub her exposed clit while curling your fingers against the ribbed spot in her cunt. your eyes watch hers widen and cross. her pussy clamps around your fingers and her thighs desprately shake, the blush moving to her chest as she creams on your fingers.

her eyes are low-liddled, focused on how you lick your lips at the sight of her drooling cunt. "one," you whisper, locking eyes with her. "oral alright with you? i brushed my teeth," you grin and partially show your teeth, "and i already payed you handsomely, sorry—beautifully. that's included, no?" her eyes have an annoyed-like tint to them, but she nods. "you may." a hum of satisfaction leaves your lips as you lean down and press your lips her pussy, your fingers still making languid movements. your lips kiss her clit ever so slightly before licking a long stripe up her cunt. your lips wrap around her clit and suck lightly before leaving a trail of kisses from her clit to her vagina as your fingers slip out.

your lips feel her spasming hole, begging for something to feel it. "desperate slut," you mumble, teasing her pussy with your tongue. one of your fingers is pulling her panties to the side as you kiss and kitten lick her pussy. your mouth moves to devour her before the two of you hear a pop! you glance at your still hooked finger, one of which no longer has a string of purple in the hook because it snapped. "ah, ill buy you another set," you shake it off and toss her panties to the side, smiling at the unamused expression she had, "ill buy the whore more than one if she truly wishes."

she should have known you were trouble. someone who would risk his career for some pussy, was someone to be a bit skeptical of. and the little flags went off in her head everytime you spoke with that soft and smooth voice. however, not much could be thought about how she missed many of your true attributes when your making out with her cunt.

your movements aren't sloppy, they have technique in them, but it feels like its too much. like your devouring her. mei's legs attempted to shake vigorously around your head, although your hands keep her thighs pressed to the sheets at you eat her out. her hands fist the sheets when she cums on your tongue, listening with tears swelling in her eyes the slurping and gulping as you refuse to waste her release. she hears you sigh and watches you sit up, seeing you lick your lips. the same grin finds its way to your face as it seems your dead set on keeping your words true. "two," you chuckle, eyes watching her face. "mm, tears in your eyes suit you. i would slap you, it'd make you prettier and you deserve it. but, im not going to."

she then realizes your personality, how cruel you could be if you wanted to, and how serious you actually are about your words. you really are about to make her cum four times?!? her eyes drift to your neglected cock. your hard. the tip leaking precum onto the sheets in between the two of you. "oh? did you think i was joking?" you chuckle and reach for your wallet pulling out a condom before ripping it open. "when i say something, i mean it."

you scoop up her hips and turn them to the side, making her turn her body aswell so she's resting on her stomach. then, your hands pull her hips up, pulling her ass into the air, bare and smooth. "pretty everywhere, huh?" you mumble and gently rub and squeeze her ass with a smile. she hears you pull the rubber on your cock before she feels the tip press between her folds. you feel her tense when you presss the tip into her pussy, slowly but surely stretching her out. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her walls stretching to accommodate your size. she's not sure how, but you seem impossibly bigger inside of her than in her hand. and you can tell by the look in her eye she wants to beg for it to be overwith. your hips smack her ass, a smile on your face as you watch the recoil.

as you move to pull out slowly, you feel her pussy tighten around your cock as if to keep it from leaving her cunt. she hears you chuckle, "aw, aren't you a desperate whore?" you hear the squelch of her pussy when you slide out, only to slam roughly into her. "haven't had dick this big in a while, huh? don't want me to leave?" you coo, the sarcastic undertone in your voice evident to her ears. and she understands that feeling she got from you when you first walked in the hotel room.

she hears you hum, as you begin to state your thoughts outloud. "mm, maybe i should put you in a full nelson? mating press? or should i just rail you like this? i could humiliate you more, make you sob?"

you watch her lips open and press the back of her head into the pillows. "ah, that was a rhetorical question," you snap your hips against her ass. your pace increases, a frown on your face as you do. "aH! ngh—! oooh, f—fuck," her moans fill your ears. and despite how pretty they sounded, it didn't make you happy. mei looks back as far as she could, questioning your furrowed brows in her head. you sigh, slamming your hips harshly as if you were trying to punish her for something, her eyes roll as you do. and alarm covers her when you suddenly stop, right before your tip touches where it's needed. "you know, i expected better..." you switch hands and bury your fingers in her light blue hair. curling your fingers around the strands you yank harshly and pull her head up towards you, forming a deep arch in her back as the movement of your hips comes back to life, hard and heavy. you know the pathetic whimper she let out as her embarrassed as the other hand slides down her skin slowly, fingertips resting gently on her clit. your voice moves to a husky whisper with your next words. "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!"

either the words or the sound of your voice turn her on as she moans and he pussy clenches tightly around you. although, her little moment of "bliss" doesn't last long as your free hand moves. your thumb pushes back her clithood before clamping down on her exposed clit, meeting with your index finger. she practically screams as you do, hips convulsing, tongue lolled out, and her pretty brown eyes rolling to back of her head when she creams on your cock. you just pinched her clit.

"shh," you shush her, fingers still clamped on her clit. "we're going to get a noise complaint." a cruel smile is presented on your face as your practically torture her. "close your mouth, your gonna attract flies."

graciously, you let go of her clit, glancing down at her pussy seeing it puffy and red from your previous abuse. "three," you whisper in her ear and press against the buldge your cock makes in her stomach. "i've wasted my money. and im sure as the money whore you are, you know how irritating it is to waste money on misleading information..." the hand holding her hair lets go to move to her neck. your hand tightens around her neck, giving a non-threatening squeeze. the other hand goes back to her clit, lightly making small circles, constantly stimulating it. "i should get compensation for the terrible service i've received, yes?" you press and rub up on her clit to accentuate your words, her body jolting as you do. your hand massaging her neck, fingers pressing under her jawline. the tears that were swelling in her eyes spill and stream down her cheeks. she looks so, pretty whorish. it fits. and the fact that you've managed to bring this strong woman to tears makes your cock twitch inside of her.

when her shaky jaw doesn't prompt an answer, so you answer for her. "i'll take that as a yes," you push her torso back onto the sheets, "so from now—until i say so, your my fleshlight." you harshly smack one of her ass cheeks, rubbing the reddened skin to soothe it. your words are complete with a smile as you run a hand along her back, forcing her to arch deeper when you press. flexible too? i guess that makes up for something.

a sob racks her frame when you slam into her again. mei swears your cock is penetrating her womb, minutes away from planting your warm seed into her. never has she let a man use her like this. abuse her, like this. it was humiliating. but fuck, her pussy felt good. you were someone who could actually pull orgasms from her, not someone who'd rub her left lip assuming it was her clit. she couldn't help but curse and allow you to fuck her until her pussy was molded to your cock. no one is ever going to satisfy her like you have. you know it and she knows it, despite how cloudy her eyes are. you've ruined her for another man. her brain turned to mush and womb inviting for your big cock. something in her dared to say you've tamed her. and perhaps it was right, because her body obeyed whatever command you issued.

a snap from your fingers woke her up. her cloudy, brown eyes looking back at you. to which she notices, your still fully dressed. you've never taken off a piece of clothing, but she's buttass naked taking your cock like a slut. "pay attention. my compensation isn't going to matter if you can't remember me fucking you near brainless," you smile happily as you say it. as if that's a normal thing to say to a person. she only nods and sobs again when you drive your cock into her pussy.

your hands grab roughly onto his hips. thats going to leave a mark, mei thinks to herself before she realizes what your doing and lets out a strangled moan. your pulling back on her hips roughly, moving her body so she becomes impaled on your cock, over and over and over again. "when i say something, i mean it." your words echo in her head as you really use her as a fleshlight, her face roughly rubbing back and forth against the sheets from your movements. mindless moans leave her lips as she hears herself. not her voice, her pussy. squelching and slick while it takes your cock like a champ. she can feel her previous orgasms rolling down her inner thighs while you fuck her. and despite her not being able to see it, she knows there's a thin white ring at the base of your cock from her. "oh...a—aH! nngh! awh, fuck!" her voice is high-pitched. and she's panting like a dog.

she hears you groan as you speed up the pace. yanking her hips back to meet yours, overandoverandover again. she feels drunk, as if she's consumed too much wine while she takes you. its been years, since she's ever been cock drunk like this. eyes wide and tears rolling over the bridge of her nose and onto the pillows. years since she's drooled over a cock. since dumb and whorish sounds like she's making now, have ever left her lips. she was—a woman providing for herself in this harsh economy. now, she's the whore that everyone calls her out to be.

"fuck," you hiss as the slapping of wet skin fills your ears, paired with her dumb moans. her pussy is so, inviting. you could fuck her for hours and never get tired of its warmth wrapping around your cock. you could practically feel the stress melting off of you and into her gummy walls. all the weight you had resting on your shoulders was being taken out her body. the gentleness and gentleman air you has before was gon and replaced with a tense, lust-filled one. "oh, fuck. take it. ah, take it like the whore you are," you whisper with a hiss, jaw feathering as you degrade her. you were impossibly close, and that fucked out expression she had on her face was not assisting.

"mnh, shit—" you groan and slam her ass flush against your pelvis, making her cunt swallow the entire length of your cock. she's sure she has in imprint of your cock on her tummy. the musk of sex filled the room, as she tightens around your cock. you swear she could break it off from the grip, but that only helped solidify your orgasm. she came for the fourth time that night with a cry. not even ten seconds later you follow suit.

your jaw goes slack as you throw your yes back a bit, eyes rolling as your balls tighten and empty a load into her, well, into the condom you have on. she hears a chuckle leave your lips as you look back down at her. your light pants fill her ears, to her, you don't even sound tired. what type of stamina could you have? "four," you state with a smile, licking your lips with the silent wish that you could see your cum spilling from her cunt and onto the sheets. her ass remains in the air, thighs glistening and pillow soaked with drool snd tears. you hum and slide the condom off, carefully tying it in a knot before tossing it in the trash. your lips part to speak before you hear knockknockknock! at the room door.

pulling up your pants you leave her a mess on the bed and walk to the door, answering it with an amused smile, knowing exactly what the person on the other side is going to say.

its the beautiful woman that was at the front desk, except now blush was evident on her cheeks and she seemed a bit more timid. "yes?" you question, leaning against the door frame. "ah, sir. we're getting some noise complaints, coming from this room. so i ask you to, uh—er, tone it down? please?" she chuckles nervously, looking anywhere but at your face. you respectfully bow. "i apologize, we'll be quiet from now on," you say calmly and smile sweetly as if you weren't fucking a bitch dumb a minute ago. the employee nods, sweat dripping down her forehead before quickly walking down the hallway.

"i told you to knock it off," you say and close the door before walking back into the bedroom, seeing her now resting on her back, fingertips lightly tracing where the buldge from your cock was. "miss it?" you chuckle, "well too bad." you pick up the phone and call what she assumes is your driver as you grab your wallet, leaving the check where it is. she gives you a weird look and you smile. "what? whores don't deserve aftercare, especially after that terrible service." you smile and grab a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and tossing it over her lap. "your leaving, so soon?"

"hm?" you turn to her and smile. "oh, i have a meeting tomorrow, darling. can't stay here, i came for the pussy, that's all." you walk into the common area of the suite and grab your coat, about to slip on your shoes before something crosses your mind. you walk back over to the bedroom doorway. "oh, you can give my office a call. we can meet up and discuss what set you want to replace that one. look forward to seeing you." you wink and walk back. she hears you slip on your shoes and open the door, the heavy room door making a thud! when it shuts.

"asshole."

꒰ n: AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC. i went overboard omg. but this is some good smut, okay. i think. idk y'all tell me in october. i promise yall im not an ass man lmao. however, we're going to ignore the risk of STDs in this fic. they don't exist!! 🙏🏾 ꒱

[colealexart]

Can you tell us the story of you meeting Ashley and Sam?

sure!

we waited in ashley's queue after seeing laura but it was taking a while and they had to leave for lunch, then photo ops. when we did see her, we had been in the queue for a while because she likes to spend time with people, so the nerves that i was feeling at the beginning kind of dissipated. i was still super nervous to meet her, because she's ashley johnson, but my back and legs were hurting from standing in the queue for so long, so that kind of took my mind off of it a little.

my friend went before me in the queue and got my fearne print signed by her, and i was getting the same print signed too. so when it was my turn, she was like "ohh, that person had this print too" and i was like "yeah i drew it" and she looked so shocked(?) lmao. she was like "you did?! oh my god, it's beautiful!"

i mentioned how much i loved ellie and how much the last of us means to me, and she looked so touched. she stopped signing for a moment to listen to me, with the softest smile on her face. she is very good at keeping you in conversation, so much so that i completely forgot to gift her the extra fearne print that i brought for her.

i did give her the dice that i brought for her though, and she looked so excited. i started saying “i’m sure you receive so many dice but-“ and before i could finish, she interrupted me and said "NO, LAURA GETS ALL THE DICE!" which i thought was hilarious. we played rollies and i got a nat 1 and she got a 4. i also got to hear the signature ashley johnson quote “its caaacked” in person because my dice was slightly tilted off the paper.

i also completely forgot to ask for a selfie, because... well. she's ashley johnson. i was lowkey ascending into another dimension.

as for sam, i had met him before a couple times, during our group and single photo op, but for the autograph he came immediately after ashley. during our photo op, i wore the cursed sam mask that was given out during the live show prank, and he laughed and called it horrifying. i didn't realize, but during our photo he was pulling a face at me because i wore the mask, and it makes me laugh every time. (also, as we were waiting, he introduced himself to every single person taking a photo with him, which i find very funny. sir, we are literally here for you. we paid for this.)

for the sam autograph, on all the other tables i went to, they had you talk to someone beforehand to tell them your name and any autograph personalizations you wanted, so they could write it down on a post-it to make it easier for the talent. however, with sam's, it was a little different. the person helping him out asked for my name, and instead of writing it down he personally introduced me to sam himself. it immediately relaxed me, for some reason. it didn't feel like i was meeting a celebrity (even though i had already met him briefly during the photo ops.) he shook my hand and said, jokingly, "wow, i've never seen this before" about my fcg print. (i had tweeted at him a couple months ago with the print i was going to get signed at mcm, and he responded "cant wait".)

we made conversation about the live show. sam is very soft-spoken irl. he took his time with my autograph and we chatted about the flat white with vanilla please prank on marisha. he said it's very fun to bully her lol. he then took a second to look at the fcg print, and said that it's really cool and he loves the design. i had a spare in my bag, so i offered it to him. he said "oh, i don't want to take it from you, so only if you're sure" which was just. the sweetest. i gave him the print and he was very gracious and shook my hand again.

sorry, this got long lol. i had so much fun meeting them and they truly made everyone feel so welcome and loved. i could talk about my experience at mcm and the live show until the end of time.

[pumpkinsy0]

What is your hcs on how Purly sleeps together (literally). I think they are polar opposites. Pony just steals all of the fking blanket in his sleep and curls up in it like a rolly Polly. He does this no matter how cold or hot it is in the room. And curly doesn’t even care since he sleeps like it 90 degrees in the room regardless, no blanket with his entire body sprawled out across the bed n shit. Curly more restless in his sleep too but at least Pony got a blanket of protection 💪

okok heres the way i see them sleeping together

•kinda???? unrelated???? but they dont fully make their bed, they just throw the sheet over the bed n call it a day, the sheets r never distributed evenly

•pony does hog the sheets, he cannot sleep without the sheets, and it doesnt bother curly TOO much bc he pushes it off him anyways, but sometime it annoys him so bad

•generally speaking tho if hes cold he literally just pulls pony towards him, thats just the first thing that comes in mind for him, not the blankets, he pats his hand out, finds pony and pulls em for that #bodywarmth

•u r so right about curly rolling up like that in bed, he acts like hes a fetus warm in the womb, and alternatively, ponys flat like a pancake, he loves laying on his stomach

•pony went to bed on his back once n he woke up to curly laughing at him saying he looked like a sick victorian child

•their legs get tangled up like theyre wired earbuds in a pocket, its not even like theyre cuddling, their legs r literally just tangled up

•they both mumble in their sleep, sometimes, they respond to each other, its equal parts sweet and scary

•curly jerks in his sleep, pony WILL wake up to a cut or bruise sometimes and he just has to live w that

•curly will catch pony staring at him while he sleeps but pony doesnt know that curly knows hes watching so curly will mumble for pony to stop that and it will scare the hell out of pony

•they can both sleep like a log, sometimes cuddling will just turn into suffocation bc one of em rolled a lil too much on their side and their while body weight is on em

•they both have a thing for having their hair played w, they scratch each other like dogs n go to bed, what goated individuals

•they both drool on each other

[theywantedplayer]

Jamie dating a teacher

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You always love teaching kids, so when it came to a career choice, becoming a third grade teacher just made sense

The job also worked great with your boyfriend schedule. You were able to make almost everyone of his games, but the rare teacher conference stopped you from going to some

To say your students love, Jamie was an understatement. Any time he came to pick you up from work. They all had to meet him and talk to him. Today Jamie texted you during the first break saying he was going to drop off some lunch. You smiled that his text as he responded, then told your class Jamie would be stopping by.

Some of the students were excited to see the defenceman for the Anaheim ducks, some other students who weren’t a fan of hockey, didn’t really think anything of it. When it was lunchtime, Jamie popped his head into the door just in time. He was never late when it came to you.

You smiled, when you saw Jamie stand in the doorway, smiling and knocking softly on the open door. He walked over to your desk, placing a paper bag of food there.

“Hi” he whispered, smiling, not knowing if it was appropriate to give you a kiss while you were in the classroom

“Hi Jams” you smiled back, giving him a quick kiss as you told him to pull up the seat beside your desk. “ thank you for bringing lunch”

You thanked as he opened the bag

“ it’s just a sandwich from the grocery store” he shrugged, downplaying, his actions

“ still, though thank you”

You talked for a while till some of the other students noticed Jamie’s presence, some of the boys pulled their chairs over to your desk and ate their lunches beside Jamie

The boys were too scared to speak only sneaking glances at Jamie and whispering to each other. When you looked at Jamie, he was already looking at you

“ what do I do ?” he mouthed. you had to hold in your laugh at Jamie’s pleading face

You thought it was adorable at the fact that Jamie was 21 and afraid to talk to your 3d grader's

“Talk to them” You mouthed back

Jamie cleared his throat awkwardly before he spoke. “ do you guys like hockey?”

“I play hockey!”

“Me and my dad watch it!”

“I love the ducks!”

"We've watched you play"

They all responded quickly, you sat back in your chair, watching Jamie talk to the boys, but the conversation was soon broken up by the bell

you stood up and got the attention of the class. “ OK class that’s the Bell you have half an hour of recess. If you couldn’t finish your lunch, you can eat it outside start to make your way outside to the playground please”

“Will you play hockey with us?!” The little boys asked

"Yea please!"

“He’s in my team!”

“That’s not fair!”

Jamie looked at you, hoping that you could read his mind. you slightly nodded smiling at him.

“ I’m really sorry boys, but Jamie and I have some important work to do” you lied

You just want to time alone with your boyfriend before he had to leave after lunch

“You guys can watch him tonight” you told

The boys filtered out of the class room , leaving you and Jamie alone.

“How was Morning practice?” You asked moving your Rolly chair beside him. Since there was no more kids around Jamie felt more comfortable with PDA his hand automatically reached out to your thigh, his thumb rubbing the inside.

“It was good, coach had us run some new drills” he sighed clearly tired “then the game tonight, I’m gonna be so exhausted”

“I’ll take care of ya” you smiled kissing the side of his cheek.

Jamie freckled cheek turned a little pink at your action, you took your chance and kissed Jamie. When you both pulled away you smiled at each other. So You rested your head on his shoulder as you both finished your lunch.

[melocarat143]

Email to Embrace

Jiung x producer/composer reader

Summary: You get the chance to work with P1harmony on a song

Short, about 800 words

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It was a typical workday, scrolling through your emails, responding, replying, trying to avoid work, and just pretending to be doing something. Sitting in your studio, you wished you were just making some music. You scrolled through your email absentmindedly when one caught your eye.

"URGENT: Request to connect," the email's title read. "Well, might as well check," you said to yourself, and opened the email. Ultimately, it was a request for you to write a song with a K-pop group. "P1Harmony? Who even is that?" you asked yourself, "What could the harm be, though?" You quickly responded back, your message went through, and suddenly the label that sent the email responded back. Before you knew it a plan was set for you to Zoom call with this 6-member group, see if working together was even a possibility, and if it worked out, you were to come to Korea for a week or so. Thankfully your call with the group and company came and it went amazing. Within a few days you fly out to see P1harmony

....

"Sorry we can't all be here, but I think having all 6 of us would make this stressful," Jiung said with a giggle.

When you walked into the FNC building, jet-lagged, on a Monday morning, you weren't expecting to meet with a member right away. Actually, you were sure the most amount of work that would occur was a talk with staff at the company, yet here was Jiung. He's taller than you thought, but not too tall. He smells really good too. His face looks so perfect, and his giggle can't help but make you smile. You didn't know Jiung well, but you could tell he was special.

"Um....y/n...are you ok? Is the jet lag getting to you? You know, when I feel—" Jiung went on, but you couldn't help but stare at his lips. How could someone be so beautiful? I guess that's why he could become an idol. Zoning back into the conversation, you asked if you were working today.

"Just some basics. I want to go through some ideas, and we can actually start writing tomorrow unless inspiration strikes hard."

"Yeah, that works," you said with a smile.

Jiung started walking over to the elevators, leading the way to his studio. As you walked along, you looked around the building. Could you work in a big company like this? How many restrictions are on producers and writers here?

"Welcome to my studio!" Jiung said as he unlocked the door. Walking in, you saw the room, nice but kind of plain. It was a bit small, but still enough room to work and chill. Jiung pulled out the rolly chair from his desk and sat down, leaving you to a couch. "What do you think?"

You took it all in, "It's nice."

"Don't try to be nonchalant."

"I'm not; I'm just...hmm...ready to write, I think."

"Well, let's get started!"

Work originally was going to be an hour, but an hour turned to two, two to three, till eventually it was 3 in the morning. Lights are dark in the building, city lights are in the window, and the light glow from Jiung's laptop is hitting his face. A lamp next to you made for some more light in the room, but sleep was starting to get to you.

"Jiung, I think we worked enough for the day."

"Just a little more work; I'm really getting something here."

The need for sleep was getting to you, eyes heavy and lids starting to fall. "You can rest on the couch if you want," said Jiung.

You could tell he wasn't looking at you as you were laid down. You had thrown a random blanket over yourself and had your laptop resting on your chest. He turned and looked at you.And you looked at him. Gazes met and eye contact made, time stopped for a second as you two looked at each other. He started walking over, leaned down to you, and said softly...

"This can turn into a bed, you know?"

You burst out laughing, and he started giggling. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, maybe it was just the power of Jiung himself, or maybe you just felt confident today. You saw his smiley face, and something took over. You stared at him again, watching his laugh falter off.

"Are you o-" and then it happened. You cupped his face with your right hand and kissed him. It wasn't a lot; it was soft, it was sweet. Just a moment, and then you pulled away. There was a comforting silence, a space between the two of you. You wished you didn't do it, but you wished you could do it again. Then he kissed you; it was surprising yet exactly what you wanted. In that building it was just you and Jiung, but it felt like the whole world only consisted of you two.

"I think we need to sleep," Jiung whispered.

"I agree," you replied.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @illiana-mystery, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe

warnings: smut, thigh riding, swearing

Mack slid his suspenders back on after discarding his shirt. I looked up at him from the couch, marking my place in my script as he walked over. Mack leaned over the back of the couch to kiss me as I put the script on the table next to me.

“hey.” I breathed out as he broke away, walking around the couch and picking up my legs to sit down next to me. He put my legs back down over his as his head fell back against the couch. “Long day?”

“Long isn’t the word for it.” Mack breathed out. “First it rained most of the day.” I nodded, scooting closer to him to rub his shoulder. “Rollie ran out of film too. Which sent chaplin into a riot. He threw paint.” Mack groaned as I worked on a knot in his arm.

“at you?” I asked, glancing back at the shirt that was laying on the floor in the bathroom.

“close to me. Destroyed the set. I just so happened to be standing next to the target.” Mack closed his eyes as I leaned forward to hug him. “That shirt is ruined by the way. There is no saving it.” I kissed his shoulder and Mack squeezed my leg.

“and you can’t fire him?” I asked, looking up at him. Mack shook his head.

“no. Not if I want to keep making money.” Mack sighed. I leaned closer and cupped his cheeks. I drew him into a kiss. Mack hummed against my lips as his hands made their way to my hips. He gently kneaded the flesh under my shirt before pulling me into his lap. "Not if I want to keep you living comfortably." I hummed as he rubbed my thighs.

"I was happy in the tiny apartment on 5th avenue." I breathed out as Mack kissed along my neck. He chuckled as I carded my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t need all this. You wanted to come out here and build this. I just supported you.” Mack hummed as he pulled back, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb close to my eye.

“supported me in every way possible.” He breathed out. “I’ve never really thanked you for that.” I opened my mouth to respond as Mack made me stand up. He slowly undressed me, kissing every new piece of skin that was uncovered. I ran my fingers through his hair as he got down on his knees, lips against my stomach. He propped his chin there and gazed up at me. His mismatched eyes shone with the love and admiration he held for me. I smiled softly at him as he wrapped his arms around my thighs. “I’m so thankful for everything. All of it. Following me out here, putting up with the strange hours, the fits, the anxiety, the stress, the chaos…” Mack kissed my stomach again. “For loving me.” I leaned down and kissed Mack’s forehead.

“Mack…” I breathed out as he stood up, my hands sliding down to toy with his suspenders. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” He cupped my cheeks as he kissed me softly. “My heart is mine to give. And I want you to have it.” Mack flushed as he pulled me back with him as he sat back down on the couch. He pulled me over his thigh, hands palming at my hips.

“and you have me, mind body and soul.” Mack whispered as he kissed me again. “My heart was yours from the beginning. Even if you stole it.” I giggled into the kiss as Mack pressed me down on his thigh.

“Mack…” I breathed out, hands settling on his shoulders and toying with the suspenders. “You’re…Ah!” I gasped as he moved my hips, the coarse fabric of his pants rubbing against me. I bit my lip, eyes falling closed as the pleasure started to build.

“I’m what?” Mack asked, kissing along my chest as I arched into him.

“you’re incorrigible.” I breathed out, mouth falling open in a moan. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered as his pants caught against me. “Mack.” He smiled against my sternum as he moved his hands to my ass, kneading the flesh as I continued to move my hips. I tugged on his suspenders, moaning again as Mack moved to mouth at my neck. I let go of one suspender to tangle my fingers in his chest hair. Mack hummed as I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath the skin.

“(Y/N). My darling. My sweetheart. My love.” Mack breathed out as he pulled back to look at me. I panted as we locked eyes.

“Mack…” I breathed out, hips stuttering as Mack leaned forward to lick the bead of sweat that had begun to roll down my neck. “Oh fuck. Mack. Didn’t know you could…”

“there’s a few things you don’t know about me.” He said, leaning up to kiss me with a wink. “Come on darling. Give in to me. Cum.” I moaned as I tugged on the suspender again. I pressed my hand against his chest, nearly pushing him away before reaching for the other suspender and pulling him into a kiss.

“Mack.” I breathed out as my hips stuttered against his thigh. “Mack. Oh god. Mack.” I panted. Mack smirked at me as he watched me come apart. “I love you. Fuck. I love you.” Mack let out a slow breath as I collapsed against him. “Mack…” he pressed a kiss to my neck and the side of my head as I fought for breath.

“I know.” He breathed out, hands rubbing over my back and sides as he waited for me to come down. “I know sweetheart.” I pressed a kiss to his shoulder as I finally composed myself enough to pull back.

“god Mack.” I breathed out before cupping his cheeks and kissing him. Mack gathered me in his arms and picked me up. “What are you doing?” I asked, curling against him as he started walking in the direction of the bathroom.

“drawing us a bath. And then we’re going to go to bed.” Mack said, kissing my head. I sighed as I laid against him, looking forward to what he had in mind.