#stay safe guyz

[spookythesillyfella]

i think theyre some very neat creaturez

[the second image iz me n @thecultoflove btw if you even cared <3]

★ second drawing sketch under cut :

[ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter]

ok so we already know this guy

what if instead of seam he got adopted by other shopkeepers? (flaming skull)

his colors change like a swatchling B)

lore about the other guys will come soon if you ask politely

also if u dont know what im talking about. its my au where seam adopts ralsei

[digitalbackroomz]

Dear diaryblr~ [its so hot where i am omg]

Ok umm 2 things xD;;

1: looking up "build a bear" gets me lots of posts abt um. Naked guyz. So i guess i gotta add a buncha nsft words to my blocklist or something? I guess that shoulda been obvious >A>; And!....

2: just OPENING .gifs to browse in like the little button thingie in the post editor got me a full on naked lady gif. So idk how to block that <_<;

Nothing against it or anything, i just don't wanna see it >A>;;;

💚🩷Urz 4eva! ~Traci <333🩷💚

[r4vn]

—THE RABBIT AND THE FOX

farleıgh x reader

w.c: 3,664

disclaimers: nsfw, 18+, rough sex, overstimulation, dominant!farleigh, use of titles (sir/ma'am), primal play, sensitive!reader, pinning down, chasing, 'iicyify', predator and prey, teasing, fingering, groping, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz), crying, aftercare!!, hot and steamy smut

–synpopsis: you can't sleep one particular evening due to arousal, and you think your friend may be able to help. you wander the saltburn home to find farleigh, and to help you satisfy your submissive urges.

a/n: helloo!! im super excited for yall to read this one bc its based on the stories like the turtle and rabbit or the fox and the hare where one is "being chased" yk? and so i merged it with the sex game called "if i catch you i fuck you." i've seen a few times on the internet lol. editing will come later as always for tyos. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. ♡♡

「divider by @/ cafekitsune」

you were staying at your friend farleigh’s, home for the summer. the only people in the saltburn estate were you and him, and his cousin venetia but she was gone for the weekend. farleigh inherited the home from his aunt and uncle when they passed away. his cousin, felix ran away to the states so farleigh gladly took it. you stayed in the room next to him. he was fairly sweet for his sassy personality and it lured you in even more.

it was late in the evening, around 1am and you couldn't sleep. it was painfully quiet in the house. you were bothered, heavily bothered. your hand was in your pajama pants and you touched yourself with one hand, the other on your mouth trying to be as quiet as possible. you flickled your clothed pearl, causing your hips to buck occasionally.

"fuck." you whispered hastily. this wasn't enough, you needed more. you wanted farleigh, needed him, and you were going to get him. you'd been seducing him all week by wearing the shortest clothing to bed or grazing your back against his front when you walked past him.

when you finally had enough, you took your hand out from your pants quietly and opened your door to exit. you walk towards farleighs room and slowly tried the doorknob and saw it was open. you walked in as quietly as possible just in case he was sleeping, but to your surprise he wasn't in bed. he wasn't in the room at all actually.

you knitted your brows and looked in the bathroom, it being empty also. exiting his room, you wander silently around the house, thinking about where the brunette could be present. you checked the library, then the tv room. you were getting restless now, you wanted to jump his bones. you decided to check the kitchen, thinking maybe he was hungry and not looking for a different setting to smoke a cigarette.

and as hoped, there he was. as you walked into the doorway of the kitchen, farleigh was standing next to the marble island, smoking a cigarette and eating a couple of pieces of chocolate. you chuckled, catching his attention with a startle.

"jesus, you scared the shit out of me." farleigh mumbled, slowly smiling as he took another puff. you walked over to him slowly, hopping onto the counter. you swung your legs gently as the mere sight of him made you develop a second heartbeat.

"wouldn't of scared you if you were in your room and not wandering this big mansion of a home." you shrugged with a smile. farleigh stayed quiet, only diverted his eyes to you. he studied you, briefly scanning your whole person before half smiling.

"well," he inhales the cigarette smoke deeply before sighing. "i'm here, you found me. now what do you want?"

"you." you responded casually, taking a piece of chocolate. it immediately melted on your tongue, giving you satisfaction as you stared at farleigh with low eyes. he was subtly flustered, stiff and gingerly flushed in the face at your reply.

"you– ahem– want me to do what?" he continued, leaning on the fridge to face you. he held eye contact, making sure not to look at anything but you.

"i want you to do me." farleigh didn't say anything, clearly getting more tense. he finished the rest of his cig in one breath, leaning off the fridge to walk towards you. he stood right in front of you, [e/c] eyes mixing with his umber brown ones. no words were exchanged as he leaned over to place his cigarette bud in the small dish next to you.

"what do you want me to do with you?" he asked in a lower tone. your stomach flipped, wanting to take him right here on this marble counter. he was so tall that even on the counter you still matched his height. he slid in between your legs and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"i want you," you kissed his cheek once. "to play a game with me."

"what kind of game sweetheart?" he mumbled, turning to the side to give you full access to kiss him wherever. you smiled against his skin, going lower to his neck. you left a wet, slow kiss, causing him to suck in a slow breath through his teeth. his hands gently gripped your thighs, scooting you closer into him.

"a game of 'if i catch you i fuck you.' i run and you try to find me." farleigh chuckled, causing a chill to run down your spine. you looked up at him, biting your lip. you were already ready to climb him like a tree but you restrained yourself for the thrill. you gently pushed him away to hop off the counter, slowly backing up away from him to run.

"count to 100, aloud." you instructed, farleigh smirked, standing where he was as he crossed his arms.

"1..2..3..4.." you giggled and quickly made your exit from the kitchen, also mentally counting yourself. you trembled just a little because you were nervous. but you loved the adrenaline rushing through you.

"18..19..20.."

you jogged across the halls trying to get on the farside of the mansion, faintly listening to fsrleigh's counting. you decided to head for the the second floor and made your way up the stairs.

"36..37..38.."

now, you began to slow your breathing and decided you were far enough. you wandered around the second floor as you heard the brunette count. you adored the style of the house with its intricate wooden carved door frames and furniture. even the old wallpaper. you briefly think about farleigh pinning you down into the couch and ramming into you. the thought caused the heat between your legs to tingle. you whimpered as you imagined it.

"61..62..63.." you slid down the wall in the hallway and reached into your pants again. you didn't have long but you were struggling. your hole pulsated at the thought of the tall male in you. fuck you wanted him terribly. you rubbed your cunt desperately with farleigh's hand in mind. your hole lubricated itself, being so close but so far to your climax. your mind felt so cloudy and pleasurably quiet you nearly forgot farleigh was going to be after you soon. you quickly stood up began to gradually walk away from the stairs.

"97..98...99..100. here i come, [y/n]." farleigh called out in the hall down from the kitchen. he kept a small smile on his face while walking around the first floor before heading to the stairs. he heard them squeak as he was counting so he headed up them, making sure to avoid the squeaky panels.

"you know, the day i saw you, i knew i needed you." farleigh spoke out. you peeked around a corner to see farleighs shadow from the moonlight. you immediately began to cut through hallways to create distance.

"that night i rubbed one out at the thought of you. pumped my cock so hard dreaming of it to be you on top of me." you held your mouth, making sure not to whimper at his confessions.

"and since you've been here, i've tried my damndest to keep jerking off to a minimum of once a night to not get fucking erectile dysfunction, heh. i just tease myself through the day, nearing cumming at times." farleigh chuckled, wandering the west half of the second floor. thinking about farleigh trying to hide a boner while touching himself made you incredibly hot all over. you wanted your hand around his cock and mouth on the tip soon.

"i touch myself thinking about you farleigh. you make me drip." you finally respond, quickly moving to another direction. talking had to be minimum or it would give away your location. you occasionally moved through rooms with doors. you didn't do it much because you felt like it was too sneaky so you did it about every series of seconds. farleigh chuckled again, humming.

"you such a tease, baby." farleigh stated, hearing the slightest giggle. he took a right, continuing to walk and talk. it was several minutes into the game and farleigh was getting restless. you could hear his gentle groans and growls sometimes several yards away. your limit was also getting to you. suddenly, you slipped up. you heard farleigh's steps just at the other end of a hallway around the corner. you panicked.

"stop right there!" you squeaked out, farleigh immediately doing so.

"[y/n]? ..you alright? i stopped walkin'." farleigh called out from the blind corner. you gulped out of anxiety. your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking.

"lets–...lets have a game break. 5 minutes. you sit against your wall of the corner i sit on my wall, deal?" you explained, hoping for an agreement. farleigh stayed silent, thinking to himself. did he want to devour you right then and there in the middle of the hallway? yes. but does he love the chase? absolutely.

but if playing a game of chase means devouring you in the end, he wouldn't dare decline a game.

"fine. break time, 5 minutes." he declared. you hear shuffling before seeing farleighs hand planted in your field of vision. he sat on the floor as told. you slowly walked over and sat criss cross, placing your hand in his field of vision. you heard him chuckle, causing you to smile like an idiot.

"can i take away my hand now that you can see i’m sitting with you?" you smiled, taking away yours first.

"yes, hello farleigh." you greeted. farleigh sighed gently, trailing his pajama-lined, half-hard boner with his nails gently.

"hey baby ..what do you wanna do for the next 4 and a half minutes?" farleigh asked, leaning his head back on the wall in bliss. he made sure to count every minute in his head. you sighed gently, dipping your hand back into your underwear impatiently. a sharp exhale escaped your lips and you quickly tried to cover it up with a fake cough.

"i want to hear how i turn you on, how i make you feel inside and out." you breathed out. farleigh laughed again, palming himself through his silk bottoms.

"you make me feel so hot and bothered all over, [y/n]. you get me so pent up i can't risk leaving my room and seeing you or i'll be walking around with a hard on all day." the brunette scoffed playfully. you smiled at his words, gasping slowly as you entered a finger in your entrance. you became weak, the walls of your heat pulsating in need for more.

2 more minutes..

"you probably already do know i purposely push up against you whenever i walk past in front of you. just to get ..y'know..a feel–..to see what i'm working with." you bit down on your lip, hard, remembering the time you walked passed farleigh in the kitchen. you could have sworn you felt his bulge between your ass cheeks. you touched yourself endlessly that night. the break was about to end in a little over a minute. you took your fingers out of you and stood up. an idea popped into your head before you began taking off your pajama bottoms.

"yeah? ..well.." farleigh silently stood up, licking his lips. "why not get a feel for it.." he quickly turned the corner to grab you "right now–" except there was no one there. you had already made your escape so smoothly.

farleigh looked down to see a pair of purple bikini cut panties on the tile floor. he arched a brow, picking them up to see a dark wet spot in the crotch area. the blood rushed to his head, the arousal finally catching up to him. when he brought it to his face, he licked and sucked your juices off the fabric, holding his crotch. he felt an intense pulse in his hands and had enough. his final string of patience snapped.

"[y/n]..come out now. there is no more chasing, only hunting." farleigh groaned with a low laugh. he turned at another corner only to see you exiting at the end away from him. the brunnette ran after you now, a smile staying on his face. you squeaked, seeing him only yards away. you immediately took a turn on the east side of the building. farleigh decided to go another way to cut through the hallway connecting yours.

he heard your feet slapping against as you got closer. he stayed at the corner you were nearing and as you ran past him, he swiftly grabbed you and pulled you into him roughly. he groaned into your neck and shoulder as you briefly screamed and squeaked. though your yelps slowly smoothened out into gasps and shudders of pleasure. one of farleigh large masculine hands held you securely against his front while his free hand tenderly roamed the skin of your thighs and abdomen.

"caught you." he whispered into your neck. he breathed heavily against you with his free hand trailing up your hip and he slowly pushed yours into his, causing his body to shiver in response. you felt his warm cock against your ass and wanted to fuck him terribly.

"now take me." you gasped out, pressing your ass further into his clothes shaft. he abruptly threw you over his shoulder, and began walking with a clear destination in mind. you giggled at being held like you weighed nothing, yelping as farleigh smacked your ass.

"quiet." you quickly obeyed, moaning as farleigh rubbed you through your pants. he quickly got to his room and threw his prey on his bed. he wanted nothing more than to use you over and over again till you trembled under him, a crying mess. he wrapped a hand around your neck and pinned you down on the sheets, splaying your thighs open to the wet crotch area of your thin cotton pants. farleigh dove down between your thighs, sucking and wetting your clothed cunt even more. he could see the mere outline of your pussy, watching it ever so slightly pusate. it was incredibly erotic to him.

"beautiful." he muttered. your moans danced through his ears like a wonderful violin. you couldn't help yourself because that deep ache in your core was finally being satisfied. farleigh swiftly removed your pants with his free hand, immediately leaning down to taste you. a wave of pleasure washed over you and you nearly lost all strength under the brunette.

"god– please farleigh–" you begged. you were already so close. his tongue flicked over your clothed pearl like he already knew your weak spots. the tension line wanted to snap for you so soon but farleigh of course did not allow that.

"already? so soon baby ..hold it. i wanna use you all night." farleigh mumbled into your cunt. you nodded, gasping as he suddenly added two fingers into you. you yelped, the overwhelming amount of ecstasy washing over you. you were so so so close. but he was just barely grazing that spot you so desperately wanted touched.

your hands wrapped around the one arm restricting you, moaning into the air. your walls constricted every few seconds and you cursed like a sailor. your legs struggled to stay open so they closed around farleigh's torso, shaking like a leaf in the wind. you were in heaven.

"f-farleigh– hng– right there...right there–" you cried out. farleigh couldn't take it anymore. he wanted to feel what you were feeling. he finally lap up your juices once more before pulling away. your body immediately relaxed, trembling every few seconds like shockwaves.

"don't worry, were not done yet." farleigh hummed, pulling off his night clothes. he stripped you of your shirt and pushed your thighs back into you, nearly folding you. he had a full view and he made sure you did too. your eyes watched intensely as his tip teased your entrance, gasping as he would almost enter.

"hey, look at me.. look at my eyes only. i wanna see it written all over your face as i enter you." his eyes captured yours and you didn't dare look down at the salacious sight just yet. you nodded as a signal for him to continue, farleigh immediately doing so. your jaw dropped almost immediately. you felt his cock, inch by inch, filling you. but you didn't look just yet, because farleigh's expression nearly made you cum just by looking. his eyes were rolled back just slightly, lips parted and his brows knitted together in a way that made him look so submissive.

"[y/n]–" he shuddered. he broke eye contact first to watch your hole swallow him up, moaning a broken 'oh fuck–.' you looked down too and moaned at such a lewd sight. farleigh held your throat just a little more securely before ramming your cunt in. you moaned his name, and maybe a few 'yes sir's' and 'right there sir's' as he pummeled your pussy.

your core felt tight and hot again. he was hitting that spot perfectly. you couldn't take it anymore.

"im sorry sir– fuck–" you whimpered, letting your first orgasm take over. your eyes rolled back and your walls constricted tightly around farleigh. you mewled and moaned as he didn't stop his pace. your legs shook violently and your vision flashed white.

"slut, you came without permission." farleigh stilled all his movements, watching your hips still buck for more. he pulled out and flipped you over on your stomach, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"well if your going to cum over and over, it might as well be all on my dick.." he concluded. you nodded eagerly, his hand pushing your head down into the pillows. your hole was on full display for him to admire as he thrusted into you again. you wrapped around him perfectly and he wanted to fuck you on the daily. the amount of pleasure you were giving him gave him a head high.

"just like that sir– hng–" you moaned, that sweet spot of yours being the only thing he was hitting. you controlled your breathing so you wouldn't immediately cum again but it gradually became difficult.

“you feel so– fucking– good [y/n]–" farleigh praised between thrusts, moaning into the air above him. his hands gripped your hips firmly so if you tried to run, there was no use. you had to take him like a good girl.

farleigh would slow down occasionally, not to catch his breath, but to watch as your hole basically sucked him off. he would also focus on the physical aspect and how your soft warm walls felt. he'd graze right above your cervix, where your sweet spot was. he'd watch you gasp every time he brushed up against it. he was done playing for his orgasm. he was going to get it now.

farleigh scooted closer to your hips so every thrust got rougher and deeper. you loved every second of it. it felt so good it hurt. thought you were not in pain but in overwhelming ecstasy. your vision got cloudy and your eyes glazed over with tears. your fingers gripped onto the sheets while farleigh had his way with you.

"can i cum please can i cum–" you cried. your entire body shook violently as your core burned for a release. farleighs hips faltered due to being so close. he was ready to burst.

"fuck– cum now baby– cum right on my di–" he groaned. both of you mutually climax. farleigh moaned your name as he pumped you full. he felt dizzy while his hips buckled violently into you every few seconds. you on the other hand, trembled and incoherent, began to cry from overstimulation. you moaned at every post orgasm thrust, trying your best to be good. as soon as farleigh pulled out of you, your body went limp, your whimpers finally getting to farleighs ears.

"baby, baby. c'mere." he coaxed, he gently picked you up and sat you in his lap, kissing your cheeks. you sniffled and giggled lightly, wiping your face.

"im okay sweetheart, i swear." you reassured. farleigh mumbled an ‘i know' before kissing you tenderly. he sat back against the headboard and held you close. when he pulled away, he kept his forehead against yours.

"you did so good, babe." he whispered, causing you to blush. you rubbed your legs together, causing you mewl suddenly. you were still so sensitive and farleigh noticed.

"let me help." he suggested,slowly opening your legs to reveal a grool covered pussy. you whined and closed your thighs on his hand.

"[y/n], trust me." he said, catching your eyes. you share a small moment of silence before opening your legs again. his middle and ring finger gently massaged your overstimulated clit and caused you to hiss. your hips twitch again, grabbing onto his arm in protest.

"im s-sensitive–"

"and rubbing it through the sensitivity usually helps. so breathe, you're doing so good." he planted a kiss on your cheek while the two of you watched his fingers caress you. he kept a steady pace and the sensitivity eventually decreased. you sighed deeply and laid on the brunette chest, enjoying the erotic massage of some sort.

"heh– you were amazing, [y/n]." he smiled at you, taking his fingers and placing them in your mouth. you gladly licked his digits clean of your juices, flushing a pink. you felt like a slut but enjoyed every second of it.

"mm ..lets go again in 20 minutes." you said while getting comfortable in farleighs arms. he laughed at your cuteness before sitting with you in his arms, enjoying the view of the moon in his window. it was going to be a long evening.

© r4vn ²⁰²⁴, do not repost my work.

hope you enjoyed teehee c:

[personasdestinyy]

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

[arilovescookies]

Fursuit making story

I remember when I was making my first fursuit (about a year ago) I used hot glue for so long that the glue gun overheated and short-circuited the whole house. It took about two days when the electricity started working again in my room and the socket in which the short circuit occurred is still not working lol

Stay safe guyz o_0

[fictionkinfessions]

HI THE REMNANT KAZUICHI FICTIVE AGAIN I do notnpartake in the droogz still and this is SO LATE but i hope you guyz are having fun XP stay safe and enjoy all of yew! Me and Buki are cheering ygz on lawl

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[alternian-survival-advice]

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<3< Y0ur face l0zez heat the qu1ckezt z0 a g0od way t0 keep that warm w1th0ut uz1ng a zcart 1s t0 wrap a zh1rt ar0und y0ur meal and breath1ng h0lez.

<3< Y0u c0uld alternat1vely ztuff a face mazk w1th a z0ck 0r a wazh cl0th and wear that 1nztead

<3< 1’ve alz0 f0und wear1ng d0uble z0ckz and zh1rtz 1z a g0od way t0 c0nzerve warmth, az well az keep1ng y0ur grab fr0ndz in y0ur zleevez 0r p0cketz

<3< 1 th1nk that’z ab0ut 1t!! Ztay warm guyz

SUBMITTING ADVICE AND POSTS IS ABSOLITELY ALLOWED! :D THIS IS ALL REALLY GOOD ADVICE! WINTER IS COMING UP WHERE LILLIE LIVES, SO IF YOU SEE THIS AND IT'S COMING UP FOR YOU TOO AND IT GETS COLD WHERE YOU LIVE TRY TO KEEP STUFF LIKE THIS IN MIND! LILLIE ALSO FINDS THAT LOOKING SILLY IS MUCH PREFERED OVER DYING! SO IF YOU NEED TO IMPROVISE TO STAY WARM, DO IT! WEAR SOCKS ON YOUR GRABBERS IF YOU DON'T HAVE GLOVES, FASHION A BLANKET CLOAK, WEAR TWO PAIRS OF PANTS IF YOU NEED TO. STAY SAFE EVERYONE!

[stardust-blossom]

LUKABUG FANFIC

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Luka!

Ladybug shouted his name out as his life flashed before her eyes.

*Flashback*

Stormy weather was back again, but this time it was more dangerous than ever. Ladybug and Chat Noir warned everyone to stay at home and not to go outside. However, some civilians were still outside, which meant Ladybug had to escort them to safety.

As she was leading the civilians to a safer place, a bolt of lightning struck the Eiffel Tower, causing it to collapse and start a fire. Everyone was panicking, and Ladybug knew she needed to act fast.

She remembered that Juleka was at Rose's home while Anarka was out of town, which meant Luka was home alone. The house boat was on fire, and Ladybug realized Luka might be in danger.

*Present*

"Luka!" Ladybug shouted, her heart racing as she recalled the events from earlier.

She didn't hear anything, so she ran into the houseboat and barged into Luka's room. To her horror, she saw that his room was on fire, and he was lying unconscious on the ground.

Ladybug summoned all her strength to get Luka out of the room. As she carried his body to safety, she saw the Eiffel Tower collapse, destroyed by the storm.

"Luka, please wake up," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Ladybug put Luka in a safe place and summoned her Lucky Charm. A mirror appeared in her hand, and she knew exactly what to do with it.

Just as she was about to use it, Stormy Weather struck a bolt of lightning at her. Ladybug deflected it with the mirror while she dodged the lightning.

Meanwhile, Chat Noir distracted Stormy Weather by screaming "Cataclysm." Ladybug saw her chance and used her yoyo to hook onto the spot where Chat Noir and Stormy Weather were.

While Chat Noir distracted Stormy Weather, Ladybug snuck up behind her and restrained her, allowing Chat Noir to destroy her umbrella. After Ladybug de-akumatized Stormy Weather and repaired all the damage caused, she went to check on Luka.

But she had forgotten to de-transform. "Luka!" Ladybug called out, reverting to Marinette.

"Hello Maribug," Luka said with a smile.

"Are you okay?" Marinette said, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine, just got a bit of heatstroke," Luka replied, his voice weak.

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Luka tightly. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, happy that he was safe.

The storm may have caused chaos and destruction, but it also brought Marinette and Luka closer together.

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Hey blossoms

i hope u enjoy my fanfic

I'm deeply sorry if u had high expectations

i'm just super busy with school and sometimes i run out of motivation and ideas but it's ok because i always get motivation from u guyz

Byeeeeeeeeeee

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[aikeasworld]

malapit na ata ako sa peak ng boredom ko. nag install ako ng camera app, trying to keep myself busy.

hindi naman sa nagiging brat ako kasi nagrereklamo pa ako na bored na ako. i’m very grateful sa mga taong patuloy na nagseserbisyo at pumapasok sa trabaho para pagsilbihan ang mga kababayan natin kahit pa napaka salaula ng gobyernong ‘to. maraming salamat po sa inyo.

nasanay lang talaga ako na 5 days a week may work, madalas pa overtime. tapos biglang stay at home ng more than a week and counting na walang trabaho. syempre nakakapanibago. lalo na yung nanay ko na 30+ years nasanay na may trabaho at bihirang mag-leave kaya naman hindi siya matali talaga dito sa bahay.

picture na lang ako ng anek anek dito sa bahay at ipopost ko pag natripan ko.

PS pwede tayo mag donate. check nyo gcash, lazada, paymaya. yun pa lang yung apps na nakikita ko. sa gcash na-try ko na, walang minimum amount of donation. kahit pa bente pesos lang yan, or ten pesos, as long as you’re willing to donate. :)

[edns]

I don't know how to properly present this but behold, a new piece of writing. I wanted to do a little illustration for extra flair but drawing right now is a struggle so if you'll excuse I'll just drop the uhh.......

>> AO3 LINK <<

This one is related to the previous drawing I posted. It's about Francis, John, and Ethan. Not a fanfic... well... kinda not. It's a real doozy though so pay attention to the tags and read at your own risk please.

It's not yet finished, but there's only one chapter left to write, and I would like to take a break from it now. So I'm posting it

[idiotphobic-archive]

make sure to stay safe legend freaky ppl like that sometimes try to take it out on minors bc theyre fucked up. if you need anything im p sure you have my discord ill stomp a bitch out if theyre bothering you!

thank you dusk 😌🤙 n despite whtz going on rn i hope u have a good rest of ur day/night!!

[rimarin]

ogghhghghf then if i eat 1000 cals a day im good??? is dis true,,,cmon guyz i havent even calculated how much i eat on average but seeing ppl go for 500cals iz crazyy 2 me like,, stay safe yo

(i edited the photo and i think it looks very swag)

[r4vn]

—ACHE

jann x reader

w.c: 5,711

disclaimers: +18, smutty smut, nsfw, dom!jann, fem!reader, hook up is first sorry, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz), creampie, grinding, sexual tension, cunnilingus (my boy a eaterr), getting railed like a nail ;), hypersensitivity, delayed orgasm, drinking, jealousy, pining, edging, fingering, hickeys, mutual orgasm, command and obey, 'good boy', reader is a TOXIC WHORE,

—synopsis: you were looking for a simple hook up to sasiate your needs. unfortunately it didnt do enough, so when your certain entanglement finds out, he intends to out-do that hook up of yours.

a/n: hi guys :D major disclaimer: you "fuck" matty davis first. but he is a nobody in this college AU except for being an attractive nerd..its slightly long but i swear its all worth it in the end ;) so bear with me for the beginning. but i hope you enjoy this dominant jann that plays with you :) all love and sorry for typos!

「divider by @/cafekitsune」

you weren't the type to get around on campus like the stories you heard of girls who did. but you did like you get what you want. you were a gorgeous girl, one who wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. in your friend group, you entangled yourself with a particular guy, jann mardenborough. you and jann had been friends with benefits for a couple of months now, ignoring any and all allegations towards you two. in the group, it was known but unspoken of the chemistry you had with the tall brunette. but with being unclaimed, you did your own thing and it would cause problems with jann. you subtly flirted with anyone you found your type. you didn't mean anything by it, but when jann saw it, the tensions would grow between the two of you. the last time you were with him was weeks ago and right now you were aching for some intimacy.

you decided to find a hook-up. and what perfect hook-up would anyone be if it wasn't a hot nerd? you enjoyed a good cliche. matty davis was a rather quiet guy in your math lecture, but god was he rather good looking. soft black curls, broad shoulders and brown skin.

he reminded you of jann just briefly, but before you could stop your thoughts, you wondered how he, jann would react if he saw what you were about to do. how rough infatuation rage would curl at the lips of his mouth.

how hot his hands looked gripping your body...

you snap out of your thoughts to stop the boy you were with now, matty, from yapping away.

"and so the f of x is imputed by 6x–"

"matty ..let's take a break, yes? yes." you answered yourself before the deja vu looking man could respond. you hopped up from off the floor to sit on the edge of his bed. "come sit by me?" you asked sweetly. matty stuttered to catch his words, eventually clearing his throat.

"s-..sure yeah. did you want to play.. video games?" he queried with a soft, reluctant voice. you smile gently as him while your eyes glanced down to his crotch area.

"no, let's practice more math actually. my lips plus your lips." you declared. you then went to straddling him and leaning in centimeters away from his face. you giggled at the sound of matty gasping and physically tensing at the position you two were in. he almost forgot to breathe as his eyes darted between your gaze and your mouth.

"you wanna kiss me..–?" he asked in perplexity. you parted your lips and nodded eagerly, wanting to devour the boy right here.

"so so bad matty.." you gasped hurriedly with lust and quickly clouded your head. your body ached against the fine build of a man. you felt his hands resistant climbing your thighs to your waist as if he were trying to calm a severe urge inside.

"god..please [y/n]." he frustratedly mewled out. his and your eyes glazed over in pure tension between you two. before you could give permission, matty kissed you full of held-back hunger. all the eagerness. maybe because his body ached when you around. he never thought he had a chance with you. he was an attractive guy yes, but his dorky introverted demeanor did not lead him for the popular type. he was definitely known to be unusually attractive for an average computer science major though.

anyone could tell he worked out whenever he wasn't wearing a hoodie or jacket. his midnight black curly hair complimented his clay brown skin. and his soft, darkened brown eyes simply brought the whole face together. you leaned into the kiss equalling his hunger, arching into him as his hands roughly held your hips. it sent a tingle down your legs.

matty then held the side of your face with one hand, wrapping an entire arm around you with his other. you pulsated right onto his growing tent, moaning into the curly boy's mouth. grinding your hips against his earned you the most walls-aching moan you could hear from the boy under you. your walls pulsated and you could feel the drool dripping into your underwear.

you loved dominating a man just enough to the point where his entire body bent to your will, your touch, your mere presence. you always got off to male audios on pornsites, not caring for videos. seeing a man submit and tremble did things to nearly every fiber in your being yes, but hearing it rocked your walls. you gained a second heartbeat immediately listening to an audible male moaning.

"yes matty, yes–" you moaned again into his mouth, a moan of his replying. you soon were flipped onto the bed, earning him a gasp. he kissed down your throat, beginning to suck at your skin.

"not too many–" you whispered in a hush tone. "–i'll allow just one hickey." matty quickly obeyed, sucking at your neck again. he stayed in the same spot and sucked and licked, hushed whimpers escaping your throat. matty soon stopped abusing your neck and continued his kisses down your torso. you gasped as he pulled off your pants and slid in between your thighs.

really just skips right to it huh ..

you replace the brief unamusement off your face into another lusted one, watching as he kissed your clothed pussy.

hm..he kinda looks like.. that's it. no further you thought.

"hey wait– lets just...grind. i wanna tease you, please. a slow building orgasm hits way harder, i promise." you advertised. he stared at you in the slightest confusion of his foggy expression. matty blinked back into reality after thinking to himself and he began to take off his pants, simply pulling out his boner from his underwear.

"i'm alright with that ..c'mere." you giggled as he grabbed you by your waist to pull you to his lap, his cock sitting right between your soaked lips. you groaned in surprise at the pulsating warmth you felt against your entrance, nearly wanting to risk it all. but you didn't want him in the end. the beginning was just fine, whilst another man occupied your thoughts for the end.

the noirette man wasted no time grinding up against your pussy. you moaned suddenly, not expecting to be as sensitive as you were as he clothed fucked you.

"[y/n]–...[y/n] ugh–.." the man moaned under you and you quickened your pace against the man.

your pussy pulsated. you were close to cumming. it was unexpected but maybe it was because you were imagining someone else. he damn near sounded like him, only more masculine. you liked when your men trembled and mewled under or over you. to see a man look like that, made you want to ride him for hours just to hear him like that. you closed your eyes to listen to matty's whimper. you felt his legs shake and the tremble in his voice started to produce.

so close, so close, so close..!

"fuck–!!" matty suddenly said, stopping your hips. you immediately open your eyes to the boys cock convulsing between your clothed folds, that peaking orgasm of yours hitting the tip just for a second before decreasing rapidly due to no more friction being present.

"o-oh god..yes..[y/n].." he groaned. his eyes rolled even. you then sighed deeply in disappointment, matty too out of it to catch it.

"we should....we should do this again sometime." he exhaled out.

"right." you gave him a half smile and got up off of him, immediately getting your clothes.

°°°

"awh jann has become all famous on us, being a real racer and all yeah?" a boy jousted, sipping on his beer. you couldn't help but join in on the laughter of teasing jann around the bonfire. the group of friends you and jann shared would always hold a bonfire session every couple of weeks. it was nice to hangout and share a couple of beers (sometimes stronger alcohol) to get away from classes and exams.

"heh– its a good reason to get out of class most definitely." jann replied with a cheeky smile. antonio shrugged and nodded.

"thats very true, not having to sit in physics class and instead driving for fun seems like the better option." the group agreed. you sipped your beer, simply listening to the conversation. you occasionally watched jann, making sure to look away from him when he looked at you. one thing about women is that they can always tell when a man is staring even when not look at them.

"yeah definitely. i still need to study though before exams, or i am so fucked. " jann scoffed, briefly thinking about how low this grades have been. he was passing the majority of his classes, but with C's, and damn near failing physics. racing was distracting him from his more studious responsibilities and he needed to improve.

"speaking of studying–" leah chimed in, subtly walking over to you from her spot with antonio. she finished the second half of her beer before placing the bottle at her feet. a smirk played on her lips as she looked at you.

"a little birdy– cough antonio cough –told me that he saw you and matty leave math class together yesterday." your heart dropped. you didn't know why, because it's not like you were in a relationship. but for some reason anxiety filled your ribcage.

"wh– matty? the odd quiet computer nerd?" jann asked quickly, not hiding his shock. leah giggled and nodded to the curly brunette. your eyes looked over to jann, whose gaze darkened but diverted. he began to down his beer subtly, opening another one right after.

"so what?" you started. "yes we studied together, why is that such a big deal?" you scoffed.

"maybe because the two of you were nowhere to be found on campus 'studying', [y/n]. which can only mean you when to his apartment or he went to yours." leah rebuttled, tilting her head down. you took a big swing of your beer, giving her a distasteful look.

"if you must know, yes, we studied at his apartment. which, mind you, is literally a walk away from the residence building we all live in. its not like i was an hour away with a guy i sort of don't know." you explained. leah's lips formed into a downward smile before she surrendered, backing off with her hands in the air.

"these are valid points yes, but were his flat-mates there?" leah continued obnoxiously. its as if she was playing chess and she thought you were playing checkers. you rose a brow and took a glance at the rest of the group who also seemed to be interested. you had nothing to hide though. you were going to say everything but you didn't want everyone's nose in your business, especially the particular nose who wasn't looking at you but was still listening.

"no, his flat-mates were not home. we studied for maybe half an hour before i made out with him." no one said anything. shock washed over leah's face and her eyes glanced over at jann, who still wasn't looking at you. it was silently known that you and jann had a sort of different relationship than others in the group, a closer one. but the two of you always said you were single. anyone in the group could see the chemistry whenever you were near him but could also always feel the tension whenever you and jann got into ruts.

"and yes, if you must know, since you all are in my business, he was a good kisser. anything else?" you were met with silence again. you simply shrugged and grabbed another beer from the cooler, cracking it open. and with the universe already slightly fucking you over, you heard cop sirens, perking up.

"time to go!" antonio yelled, dumping a pre-filled bucket of water on the bonfire. you cursed under your breath, quickly grabbing your bag and the empty bottle. you threw it in the now unlit barrel before you, leah, jann, and antonio began running to the cars.

"go go go!" leah yelled, laughing drunkenly. you chuckled at her unseriousness, before hopping into one of the cars. you saw both leah and antonio hop into the car next to you, meaning only one thing. you turned into the driver's side door opening to jann jumping in. his eyes still wore a dark expression, and you could only curse mentally. you didn't have time to switch cars though, so you buckled up. yes, you were slightly glad jann was a professional racer which meant he could outsmart the cops. you could only hope for antonio and leah though.

jann shifted gears and reversed quickly from the empty industrial lot before driving off, antonio quickly behind. in the rear view mirror you saw the blinding cop lights, exhaling sharply.

"hold on." jann finally says. you immediately tighten your seat belt and grip the car door as jann took a sharp turn, then another, and pulled into an alleyway. he immediately shut off the car before looking behind him. antonio's car zoomed last and not long after, so did the cop car. your phone buzzed and you quickly opened it seeing it was leah.

leah

we'll lose them don't worry. you two head home!

your shoulders relax a bit more before leaning back in your seat with a sigh.

"leah said go ahead without them they will be okay." jann didn't say anything, only starting the car up again. the ride back to the flat was around 10 to 15 minutes based on traffic. you had two beers, three counting the full one you were still holding. jann had only two, so you presumed he was sober enough to drive. it was a silent ride, you didn't dare start any conversation after what was said at the bonfire. you just wanted to get home and thank jann for the ride. you lifted the bottle to your lips and quickly downed a third of it, the action made jann glance over at you.

"are you serious right now. drinking in the car?" he rolled his eyes at your absurdity. you looked around, narrowing your brows.

"i'm not the one driving, so therefore it is not unlawful." you heard jann scoff but say nothing else. seconds passed before he spoke again.

"matty, huh. you went for that out of all people?" at last, a smile threatened to appear on your lips. you knew this conversation was coming. it was* a little funny to you seeing jann jealous over someone who isn't his.

"why do you care?" you sighed.

"i don't." the brunette replied sharply. you glanced at jann again to see his eyes forward and only* forward. his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual.

"so why ask?" you bit back, sipping your beer again. you were met with silence again. jann was in a pissy mood and frankly you had no time for it. if he wanted to do something he could. the two of you have history, well, a background since history means in the past. but the last time you were with jann was almost a month ago, so it was relatively recent. you got into it with him because of your feelings. you got jealous at a party and you didn't want to accept you were so jann tried to call you out on it. you then went into defense mode and said some harsh things.

"i wasn't looking for an answer. it was a rhetorical question." you hummed in response. you didn't say much else and looked straight ahead as jann did.

what the fuck do you want from me ..

you didn't get with matty to spite jann. matty was attractive to you. he was what you wanted yes but not what you needed. not what your body yearned for. not what your head buzzed about.

"i didnt fuck him," you started. "there was dry humping involved though."

"oh really?" jann rolled his eyes, laughing in disbelief. you turn to the irked racer and smiled sweetly. resting your elbow on the center console with your chin in your palm, you admired how pretty jann look while jealousy painted his aspect.

"yeah. wasn't really 'dry' though, considering i was soaking through my panties. and he didn't have underwear on." you told with another few sips. jann's breathing gradually shallowed ever so slightly at your words. the car picked up speed and jann didn't dare look at you. you weren't scared, instead keeping your devious demeanor act going. you knew jann would never put you in danger and you trusted him with your life regarding cars.

"so i straddled him and grinded my soaked, clothed pussy onto his dick until he came." jann's head began to cloud his hearing, thoughts buzzing louder than your words. he didn't dare look at you, he couldn't. not with the words that left your tongue. his body became hot. and he couldn't decide if it was hot and angry or hot and bothered. neither one sufficed him though because in the end, he'd get what he wanted.

"unfortunately didn't get to finish myself. so, don't think i'd do it again with him." you sighed out dramatically before sitting back in your seat. the air in the car felt heavy now and you said nothing else for the remainder of the ride. you noticed he drove on his side of the residence building, not where you lived.

"c'mon." jann finally pulled into the parking lot of the residence apartments and quickly got out of the car. you wanted to argue. you wanted to walk away but as much as you enjoyed the chase, you obeyed jann's command and followed him to his apartment. jann unlocked his door and you followed him into the silent flat. he turned on the lights to the living room.

he then swiftly grabbed your bottle of beer and walked into the kitchen, also opening the cabinet to grab a glass.

"hey that's mine–" you started, shoulders immediately slumping as he finished it. you stood near the counter with your arms crossed as he downed your drink.

"that's for drinking in my car." he stated. the bottom of the bottle slapping the counter loudly. you shook your head and began to walk towards the door.

"stop." you did. you don't know why, but you did. you turned to jann who pulled a bottle of vodka from the fridge and filled a fourth of the glass. he immediately downed it, his lips curling at the taste.

"what, jann. why am i here?" you questioned, tired of the riddles.

"don't know, why are you?" he responded in a snarkish tone.

"you told me to follow." you replied, followed with an eye roll.

"and you listened." you were silent this time, simply staring at the tall man dominating your presence with his. his eyes met yours for a series of seconds before he took another shot of vodka. the alcohol warmed his chest even more. jann chuckled to himself with a sigh.

"i told you to follow. i told you to stop. and you listened. funny how that works?" jann pulled off his jacket, placing it over the kitchen counter. "you are at my beck and call. my command."

jann walked closer to you and you instinctively stepped back. but the second you stepped, his hand grabbed your waist to keep you from retracting. your breath hitched as you looked up to his dark gaze.

"you pine for me, [y/n]." jann derided you, chuckling. you felt taunted, mocked. because jann was right, the second he commands you, you obey. like a puppy listening to its owner. you were magnetized to the man looming over you. god you practically ached for him to either be in you, under you, or over you.

"i bet i'm better than him at it." jann finally said.

"better at what? grinding?" you snorted, grabbing the bottle from his hand. you poured your shot in his glass, downing it quickly as he did. the drink burned your throat, almost immediately hitting your bloodstream.

"that, and kissing." he scoffed.

"show me then." you proposed. you were damn near prepared for him to attack your lips.

"you first." jann retorted cockily. you rose a brow, wiping the excess vodka from the corner of your mouth.

"y...you want me to show you how he kissed me?" you asked, quite baffled.

"yep, show me." jann continued to challenge. he must have forgotten who you were. how you were.

"okay." you replied, and damn sure wasted no time.

"oka–" before he could finish repeating after you, you had pulled him by his waist and smashed your lips together like water and fire fighting for dominance. your hand cupped the entire side of his face and you wrapped a hand around his waist like matty did to you. jann made a sound into your mouth. a groan of some sort, but hearing it sounded like an impatient growl. jann quickly pinned your hands behind you on the counter, pushing up against your body with your hips connecting.

"he's a terrible kisser.." jann huffed out, caressing your face with his, and your lips with his lips. he made sure to keep the slightest amount of distance so you couldn't fully capture his lips again.

"so show me how much better you are." you managed to gasp out. jann immediately grabbed your jaw with his free hand and kissed you again. this time, it was much slower, and made you even weaker in the knees. your eyes fluttered shut as you matched his speed, moaning into his mouth. jann slowed it down even further, making sure to listen to the wet sounds of disconnecting and reconnecting lips again. the sound made you pulsate downstairs between your thighs. it made you whimper helplessly at the slowest, most hottest make out you've ever had with jann. the slow pace made you buzz all over. him humming as he kissed you with tongue made you moan from the vibration on your lips. your hips bucked against his. the slow kissing turned you on immensely and the intimacy left you in mere shambles.

"please jann." you mewled into his mouth. jann hummed tauntingly in response before picking up speed when he firmly grabbed your hair. he tilted your head back slowly whilst kissing you faster, your whimpers becoming more prominent. this, was janns secret weapon, because he knew. he knew your mouth was your erogenous zone and how it affected you physically and audibly. how you dripped at the mere action of kissing and how it made your core hot.

"you wanted better, i'm giving you better. you enjoy the chase more than being caught [y/n]," jann kissed you roughly again. "you enjoy the tension and the pining." you cried out at his words. "you'd rather be teased for hours than fucked, because the game is much more fun for you than the prize." he was right, you loved foreplay, so much that you got off on foreplay.

you loved when you and jann would have a lazy day and suddenly while watching tv he would caress your clit. flicking and rubbing to start an all-day edging session. it was one of your favorite things to do because the orgasms in the end made you able to feel your walls contract against one another.

"please use me jann please—" jann kissed down your jaw now, listening to your pleading as he went lower.

"don't worry darling, we start right here in this kitchen." jann caressed your collarbone with his lips, allowing his full hand to cup your pulsing pussy. you drew in a slow gasp and your knees felt even weaker.

"stand." he said, and you obeyed almost on cue. he rocked his hand slowly against your clothed pussy, watching your hips move in a mirrored rhythm of jann's. you moaned ever so tenderly, eyes rolling as your body began tingling all over.

"look at you already losing your strength under me. so simple." the racer finally let your hands go so you could hold yourself up as he played with you. you gripped the counter and kept your head back in ecstasy. the friction was only minimal but you were hypersensitive when it came to foreplay, because your body ached for more than just light caresses and it was never fully granted, leaving you in a craving pile of lust.

jann abused your neck as his hand swiftly undid your tied sweats strings to loosen them. he noticed the one hickey you allowed, making his blood run hotter. his hand dipped in between the fabric of your sweats and underwear. applying pressure against the soaked fabric. your feet immediately arched and a sharp gasp left your mouth. you held onto janns arms now, panting at the slightest touch you hungered to increase.

"you're practically dripping, [y/n]." jann groaned against your now heavily bruised neck. he slightly surprised himself with how many he made. he stopped giving a fuck and continued down to your collar bone. he was going to make sure the others knew who you with the night prior.

"uh huh– mmh–..yes..for you jann." you managed to mumble out.

"im .." jann pauses, his hand finally reaching between your skin and panties now, massaging your clit in slow circular motions. you broke a moan, almost falling as the man touched you. "..pleased, [y/n]."

your womanhood practically longed for him down there again. his cool fingers increase the experience times two, causing you to ride his fingers excitedly.

"so eager [y/n], breathe for me." he cooed into your skin. reluctantly, you forced yourself to slow your huffs and pants, gulping down the lump in your throat. you wouldn't believe what was happening right now. you and jann, tipsy in the kitchen with his slender cold digits down your pants and decorating your skin with various colors of red, pink, and purple bruises.

jann closed his heavy eyelids and damn near melted into you. he focused on where his fingers touched you, the tips of his fingers gliding along your lubricated lips and even wetter folds. his ears got lost in your sounds from above and below. it was near silent in the flat with his flat-mates conveniently going out on this saturday evening. between your slickness and your salacious vocals jann couldn't decide what turned him on more. he head buzzed with foggy thoughts he was going to take action on soon. his middle and ring fingers finally suddenly entered you and you groaned at the slight relief of your ache. he groaned at how warmth your insides were.

"just like that ..mhm." you pleaded as his fingers kept a smooth hooked pace. you felt jann's hard-on pressed up against your thigh and he began grinding against it impatiently. the quivers radiated through your pelvic bone and caused your entrance to gush even more around the racer's hand.

jann groaned out of growing frustration. he clenched his jaw and finally wanted to stop standing. he took his fingers from your hole and entered them past your lips where you gladly licked them clean of your juices. you finally opened your eyes to a very aroused jann mardenborough. his cheeks were flushed, his lips parted with glazed over eyes. he looked so pretty while nearly wanting you as much as you wanted him. the curly brunette finally had enough and picked you up to throw you over his shoulder. you squeaked out of surprise, trying not to laugh as you bounced gently with jann's every step.

jann entered his room and gently threw you on the bed before stripping you of your clothing. when you were finally in your underwear, he secured your wrists again down near your core and dipped down between your hips. jann pressed his tongue against your wet underwear, sucking you though the cloth. your locked fingers fiddled with the jann's while you pressed your hips further into janns tongue. the sudden difference in temperature of his tongue and his fingers caused you to shudder. jann pulled off your underwear and dug his face into your core again, lapping up your juices in content. your body bucked and squirmed as he ate you from the outside in.

"yes ..yesyes..right here–" you huffed, nearing your end so quickly after so much build up. jann continued his motions of tongue around your clit. your walls clenched, then again, then another. you were nearing.

"jann– im gonna–!!" you squeaked, ready to explode onto his taste buds. alas, the man between your thighs paused and retracted his tongue. you whined in response.

"oh [y/n], you want to cum?" jann chuckled, his facial scruff tickling your clit gingerly. you keenly rotated your hips to chase after your climax with an impatient nod.

"yes, please. i was so close i–" you babbled, looking down at the view below you. jann looked hungry, but clearly held back just to make you suffer in sexual frustration.

"i know sweetheart, but i want to play with you for a bit. i want to show you how much better i am at pleasing you yes? so you're going to announce when you are close to orgasming and i will stop everytime till i believe you deserve to cum. do you understand?" jann carefully articulated his words, your foggy head slowly taking them in.

"yes .." you murmured.

"yes what?"

"yes sir." you corrected, nodding. jann dove back into your core, licking between your inner folds once more. he pushed his tongue into you, causing a whole other wave of pleasure.

jann edged you for up to 20 minutes and you were on the edge of losing your mind. he ate you, flicked your clit with the pad of his thumb to overstimulate, and used the tip of his tongue to circle your clothed pearl. you were a hot and bothered, teary eyed, trembling mess under the giant of a man. you begged and pleaded but jann ignored. yet, he couldn't ignore the growing wet spot in his own boxers. his pulsating cock was beginning to mix with uncomfortable pressure. at last, jann finally believed you had enough. he pulled off his pants and let go of your wrists. you immediately sat up on your elbows to a lengthy cock resting above your womanhood. it was worth, hot almost and you moaned at the sight of it.

"you're going to cum by my cock, not my tongue." jann concluded, rubbing your wetness with his length. his tip encircled your swollen pretty clit, causing him to curse under his breath. the way you were sprawled out under him practically pushing onto his cock made him want to finish right there. he wasted no time pushing his stiff length into you. a mutual moan escaped the both of you from the rush of relief and pleasure.

"jann.." you trembled out with every thrust. you were all caught up in your clouded mind, moaning his name over and over again. jann's eyes fluttered closed, listening to your voice like it was his favorite song playing over and over again. he lost all restraint inside of you, not holding back anymore. he grabbed your thighs and pinned your legs back to begin ramming into you.

jann's cock dug through you at the new position, nearly causing you to cry out loudly. you half covered your mouth with one hand and gripped the cotton sheets with the other. your vision went in and out from such immense ecstasy diffusing throughout your limbs, your bones, every fiber of your being.

"[y/n]– you feel so..good–" jann groaned, licking his lips. he smiled briefly to see you so incapacitated under him, full of bliss. your walls clenched around him again and again.

soon your legs began to tremble as you were rammed into like a nail with a hammer. you loved it, you missed it even. it had been nearly a month since you can jann hooked up, all because you wanted to deny certain feelings and thoughts. you didnt know what the hell was going to be said after this fuck session so you only worried about the present; you were reaching your orgasm for the upteenth time and you wanted it more than ever.

jann could feel your second heartbeat against the head of his cock and readjusted to hit right above your cervix, where the heartbeat met his tip. a shudder shot down his spine suddenly, he was close. and your increasing contractions were assisting both you and him to climax.

"are you going to cum [y/n]? yeah? hm?" the brunette moaned out. you mhm’ed several times, your voice getting higher with each one.

"i give you permission." and with those words, you shut your eyes and moved your hips to the rhythm of jann's for your reward.

"jann...jann–! ..yes yes im gonna– ..cumming–" you cried out, inducing full body convulsions. "–cumming!" you managed to sob out. jann slowed his thrusts to watch your being tremble under him. he was at his limit now, whimpering at your erotic demeanor.

"mmh– [y/n]– i need to cum ..please let me cum." you opened your eyes to a very pent of jann trying his best not to finish. you couldn't help but smile. such a dominant man still asking for permission. you could say you both are wrapped around each other's fingers.

"cum for me jann." you declared, mewling as he thrusted into you again for a few more. jann reached his orgasm right as yours was finishing, his cock pulsing in response to your walls. jann's voice went up a pitch higher in his moans with his hips bucking from his high.

"good boy.." you moaned out, reaching for him. jann leaned into your hands, allowing you to cradle his head as he laid on you. you moved his head upwards to meet his eyes before kissing him sweetly.

"good boy."

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⚠️BSD thoughts -spoilers!! -⚠️ don't read if u had not read all the chapters published (ch.76/89)

I just need to speak about my feelings cause of the whole amount of stuff I have read so plz be patient and support me plz and thanks cause I'm having a mental breakdown

Ok first of all.... I wanna go on with order.

When I was at this point I was like " O M G please love yourself Sigma cause U NEED love like A LOT, they were just using u and u don't deserve this" I was a lot like this. Plus, when I had read that he has been created by that DAMN page (I mean THANKS GOD it exists otherwise Sigma wouldn't exist but GNE) I was like "YES OMG Y E SSSSSSSSSS I KNEW ITTTTTTTTT"

Cause when I've read that Sigma suffered from amnesia I was like....ah...uh...nope, there's more bout this cutiepie and in fact Y E S. He's so precious sjsbjebs

In this page I was like..no...I mean...yes I've cried even if I knew he would have not died cause, it wasn't the scene of a real death (if u pass years reading books you understand better during a situation if a character really die or will reappear later...at least I do) but still my kokoro was so brokoro and ...I just wanna he to be happy and safe. Really this man deserve the whole world. Dbhsbdsh 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 also, I'm scared if the page will be destroyed or something, he would suffer or disappear or...idk I'm scared of this ;^; hope nothing will happen to him.

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Another topic...

This. Man. IS. A. BITCH. like u know, he is a really well written character, for real. He is just amazing cause all the traits of his behavior are always able to surprise you, cause meanwhile you read u are not able to stop cause u wouldn't know what he would do next or how fast and I was like W O W.

But still...he is a bitch. Like a really...idk how to express myself properly but I wanna stab him thousands times and more and I wanna chuuya to throw him away or something like this. I wanna a really bad future for him however. Sorry if u like him but he hurted my Ryu and a lot of people and I just wanna him to die. Yes this is exactly how I felt when I saw...

THIS.

....guys u don't know how badly I like Akutagawa( yeah I know his name is Ryunosuke and Gin is his sis but I always call him by his surname sorry), so when I saw this I was literally desperate. You know when you throw away the phone and wanna stay in silence and cry like if you are at someone's funeral after reading something like this? Exactly. This was me.

Also when Aku said to Atsushi that there was no a lot of time left for him due to his lungs problem...I had literally said "nope cutie nope...u will find a cure and be just fine cause I have decided this and YOU WONT suffer anymore" ....yeah this is before I saw this scene of him laying down cause of that moron with mustaches.

I don't think he was really dead...cause here also...idk there something left behind( and if he is I'm gonna fly to Japan or wherever the mangaka is and speak one or two words with him).

But when I saw Bram Stoker I was like...Oh sh** wtf owo" also a vampire issues now perfect...

But I can't help but like him. Lololol idk there's something funny bout him on a sword lololol (I'm weird sorry)

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The last topic is...

Yeah this scene. Higuchi is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor this cutiepie ;^; I really like her cause I really see me through her; I probably had been acted the same way after not seeing senpai for a lot...

This scene is really beautiful and romantic <3 I don't think Aku will ever show feelings for her but hope so. Hope at least he will treat her a lil better poor sweetie.

In this scene I was like " OMG AKU BUT U R ALIVEEEEE" then I remembered that vampire scene and " but...whoa whoa whoa what the hell HIGUCHI STOPPPPPPPP"

Also HEREEEEEEEEEE, She was about to CONFESS HER FEELINGSSSSSSSSSS and my stomach here was like BDBSHDBSJDBSJDBSHSB due the emotions and omgggg, I really hoped some miracle like, him being normal and listen to her but...I know something bad was about to happen (poor higuchi ;^;)

Higuchi face here is literally like " What. The. Hell."

But Akutagawa is so hot even in this situation just whyyyy

So, to finish. We had now a vampire pandemic stuff in circolation starting from mafia. And the page issue to prove agency's innocence. We miss just...idk Dazai getting trapped and we r done guyz. ...omg hope this won't happen since I said it ⊙▂⊙

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I know u needed this. Look at this with the song "Ride it" on and it will be just purrfect. Trust me dears. ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

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Green Eggs and Ham Reviews: Car (Patreon Review for Emma Fici) “The Green Eggs and Ham Circle of Hell”

Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my monthly reviews of green eggs and ham for my patron Emma Fici. If you too want a review a month simply join the 5 dollar tier on my patreon, link is HERE. Join soon won’t you, new  month starts saturday and if you join by then i’ll add your review to the schedule and the 5 dollars helps reach my next set of stretch goals. So join me won’t you?

Plugging aside we’re back as Sam and Guy finally properly hit the road, we find out just waht the chickaraffe is like, and find out from Michelle that you can somehow make a second impression even worse than an already odiious first impression. So with no real background to cover join me under the cut on the road to meepville, come on inside. 

Previously on Green Eggs and Ham: Guy Am I, a failed inventor failed once again in front of a large audience, leaving his dreams broken and himself planning to head to Meepville to take a job watching paint dry. He met Sam I Am, an enegetic animal thief whose desperate for friends, and accidentally swapped suitcases with him, leading to Sam ending up with the Chickaraffe, a rare animal Sam swiped from the zoo. We also let Michelle a smothering mother who treats her child EB terribly by overprotecting her and is in general a smug consdesencing bitch, our main villian Snerz who has someone bringing him the meep and the BAD GUYS, a mysterious mismatched duo after the chickaraffe.

We pick up where we left off: Guy is being stalked by a mysterious shadow. of the chickaraffe.. only for it to turn out to be a friendly, cuddly creature as you’d expect, if a bit destructive as it destroys all the vases in the room, which comically are expensive and in general casuses chaos. it’s a fun scene. Guy gets it to sleep BREIFLY when his complimentary lullabye shows up, but it wakes right after due to the door slamming. 

Meanwhile Sam discovers the Chickaraffe, which he plans to take to Meepville, is gone, and we get a cut to Smerz who is not pleased his chickaraffe is delayed by someone and threatnes to put them in his wall if they don’t bring the chickaraffe on time because he’s the kind of sadistic dick who already puts a bunch of animals in a wall for his own viewing pleasure, why wouldn’t he threaten murder or imprinsment for slight inconvenience. We catch up with said BAD GUYZ with Mcwinkle sugarcoating the fact the boss is not happy, and Gluntz not only catching onto that.. but also having alreayd found their perp as Sam  bought his kite polevault and snorkel from Lem’s Kite Polevault and Snorkel (”Plummeting out of business”). While they do that Guy gets Sam’s adress from Donna. So it turns out sometimes giving your adress out to random strangers CAN pan out. The last time I did that I got shived by a guy dressed like soundwave on my front lawn. 

Naturally given Guy’s luck he winds up running into the bad guys who mistake him for the thief given he has the chickaraffe, and back him into a cliff with a net gun because that’s what BAD GUYS do.. or rather people with that acronym who don’t get how due process or a misunderstanding works. Thankfully Sam swipes their car and rescues guy .. it also has a bunch of hats trailing for some reaosn I don’t know what that’s all about. 

So with our heroes to the road, they swap plans... well more like Sam tells his of taking the chikaraffe to meepville and Guy sorta grunts out that he’s going to watch paint dry, with Sam.. not impressed at all and clearly feeling like he’s giving up on his dreams.. Which he is, and to Sam’s credit he’s TRYING to be tactful. Trying is the key word but given the man has no real filter tha’ts understandable.  Guy not wanting ot be an accesory to crime gets out and decides to hitchike. Same TRIES to get him to stay because he’s clingy like that, but eventually leaves and Guy is left to wander the desert. 

And it’s here... my patience for Michelle runs out. Guy is trying thitchike she passes by, SLOWLY, as in the same speed as walking.. and not only puts up a bunch of security btu calls him a weirdo, without actually ASKING why he’s in the desert asking fo ra drive, assumes he’s going to hurt her and her daughter and says all this within earshot, something he calls her out on. I already had little patience for the character but I assumed you know sh’ed get better, maybe have some depths or something that explained why she’ such a bitch. But no amount of depth can really.. excuse the way she acts. I GET wnating to help keep her daughter safe, I do , I get not wanting to pick up randos on the side of the road. Both things are necessary. But Guy... is clearly not dangerous, clearly not doing anything, and clearly about to pass out from heat stroke.. and you just ignore him and assume i’ts his fault because your a self righteous, smug, selfish sampler platter of bitch. I get she’s supposed to have an arc, so are Guy and Sam.. but Guy and Sam are LIKEABLE. Guy is a bit grumpy but beaten down by life and the world and Sam’s a bit in your face, but is clearly deeply lonely. BOth have things that justify it.  Michelle is later revealed to have lost her husband apparently, so I know she has some depth and some reason for how she acts with ehr daguther.. but how she treats guy in both episodes so far just makes her so unlikeable and there’s NTOHING to explain it. She just makes assumptions about him for stupid reasons and treats him like garbage and it’s nto nearly as funny as the series thinks. I do not look forward to 11 more episodes with this character and feel any time she’s on screen she drains the energy out of a show tha’ts bursting with it. 

Thankfully she’s gone for the rest of the episode, so Guy is free to have a horrifying heat induced nightmare about green eggs and ham. 

Yup. in the best part of the episode, Guy has a small breakdown and we get a horrifying and wonderful acid sequence wher ethe road melts, he’s stalked by green eggs, and ham, which is everywhere, and when he thinks he’s getting some rain it’s in fact green egg drippings. It’s just so delightfully batshit and unexpected. I love EVERYTHING about this. I admit when I woke up today and turned htis on I wasn’t expecting Guy to end up in a heastroke induced nightmarish hellscape with living green eggs and ham, nor did I ever expect htat but I can’t say i’m dispaointed. 

He snaps out of it when Sam shows up. Unsuprisingly Sam didn’t want to leave without him, and simply looped around having picke dup some green eggs and ham and some hot and cold choclate.. naturally he accidnetly gives guy the hot choclate first. Still it shows that beneath is all too pushy and needy demeanour.. Sam’s a good guy and genuinely WANTS to help well.. Guy. He looped around entirely aware Guy wouldn’t find a ride probably but would be too stubborn to accept it if he kept pushing so he simply went to get him some help. 

Even Guy’s stubborn Grumpusness can’t fight dying of heatstroke so he relucntantly agrees to be travel buddies and Sam nicely agrees to drive while the poor guy get somre rest, especially since the whole escapade with the chikarafffe liekly means he’s gotten no sleep whatsoever. 

And so as the episode ends this naturally goes pear shaped as Guy wakes up to find the car about to tumble over a cliff into a lake. TO BE CONTINUED. Next month

FInal THoughts: This episode was okay. I didn’t like it as much as the premire nor really have as much to say about it, as it just wans’t as deep... it was still VERY funny, with tons of great gags i glossed over, like Gluntz having the party she set up for her partner, he intends for this to be his last job, slowly back away as the job’s now longer thanks to Sam and Guy getting away. But while the first half is fine with plenty of energy, jokes and plto progression the second half just stalls: outside of the green eggs and ham circle of hell, there’s really just not a lot that’s funny, with Michelle being ungodly obnoxious and sam being a bit obnoxious, coming on a bit strong with Guy and never once apoologizing to him for getting him nearly captured and arrested. It just drags on and on a bit, and it just isn’t funny to see poor guy tourture dfor rightfully not wanting ot travel with someone who nearly got him captured by shady goons, or get rejected a ride by a self righteous harpy. It’s not TERRIBLE, I still can’t wait to see what happens next, but it’s a marked step down after last episode. 

And i’ll see you next month for next episode, here tommorow for the next chapter of life and times and if you fancy joining my patreon, I inend to have an exclusive review of Thunder Force up sometime this week. Until the next rainbow it’s been a pleasure.