#t.1.c.s.

[inkyucu]

Now, of course, this wouldn’t ACTUALLY happen because Ruin would be too terrified of being killed to say that

But it's still funny to think about

[sturniqlo]

A Helping Hand- C.S

summary: the triplets are staying over at y/n's house and chris over hears something he shouldn't and decides to give her a helping hand. BLURB.

cw: cursing, SMUT; f!masturbation, getting caught masturbating, fingering

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"Oh!" Y/n gasps into her left hand as her right hand is occupied by rubbing her clit. She had to be quiet as she had company staying over at her house. Her two fingers slid from her clit into her tight hole. "Fuck!" Her fingers stretched her slightly.

Her room was filled with her heavy breathing, little whimpers here and there, and the sounds her her fingers entering and exiting her wet pussy. Curling her fingers up, she let out a loud moan. Her fingers stilled and she tried to listen if there was any movement outside her room. All she could hear was the loud beating of her heart.

She continued fucking her fingers in and out of her. Chris, woke up in the room next to her. He looked out the window and saw it was still pitch black outside. He rubbed his eyes and turned over to the side table and grabbed his phone to check the time. 1:27am. It read. He yawned, sitting up and stretching. He grabbed the cup of water he had brought up earlier but it was empty.

"Damn." He sighed. He got up, grabbed the cup and left the guest room. He passed Y/n's room and went down the stairs. As he made his way to the her kitchen. He passed by the living room and saw Nick and Matt sleeping on an inflatable bed even though there was two more lonely bedrooms upstairs.

In the kitchen, he filled his cup and downed it. Putting it in the sink he went back upstairs. However, when he passed by her room. He heard a noise. Was she hurt? Was the first thing he thought. Concerned, he knocked on her door. "Y/n?" He murmured.

Y/n gasped and her heart dropped. Did Chris hear her? She quickly put her panties back on and got up, her long t shirt covered her. She went to her door and opened it, slightly out of breath. "H-hey Chris." She smiled nervously. "Hey, you okay in there?" He furrows his eyebrows. "Me? Oh, I'm fine. I- I'm fine." She nodded.

Chris stayed quiet for a second until his eyes widened in realization. "Oh shit, you were. I'm so sorry, I- fuck. I'll let you- see you tomorrow morning." Chris stumbled over his words and left before Y/n could say anything.

Y/n felt embarrassed. So embarrassed. Chris technically caught her masturbating. She laid flat on her bed, replaying the awkward moment over and over in her head. How was she going to act normal in front of him in the morning- forever! She wished a giant hole would open up in her bed and take her.

Chris, sat with his leg bouncing up and down. He was itching to go back. To do something, help her. As much as he doesn't was to think about it, he got hard at the thought of Y/n touching herself in the next room over. Did she continue after he left?

"Fuck it." He said and got up getting out of the guest room. He didn't care to knock, he barged into her room. Y/n, startled, sat up as he closed and locked the door behind him. "Chris? What are you-" She was cut off by him walking over to her and smashing his lips against hers.

"Need a hand, baby?" He bit her bottom lip. She nodded desperately. "Words, sweetheart. C'mon." He pulled away from her. "Yes, Chris." She whined. Chris looked down and saw that her tshirt had ridden up and he could see a bit of her white panties. He sat against her headboard and signaled for her to put her back against his chest.

She understood and did. Once she was situated, he started off by nibbling on her neck. "Such a dirty girl, touching yourself while I'm in the room next to you. Almost as if you wanted me to hear those pretty moans of yours." She sighed in pleasure. He pulled away from her neck and smirking proudly at the red marks littered along her neck.

His hand came up to her tshirt covered tit and squeezed it. He slid his hand down and Y/n's eyes followed. His fingertips stopped at the lace of her underwear. Her breath stilled, just wanting him to touch her where she needed him the most. "Can I?" He whispered in her ear. "Please, Chris. I need you to touch me." With that, he somehow slid her panties and the cold breeze hit her wet center.

Two of his fingers circled her clit and she threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Shh, can't let them hear you, now can we?" He continued touching her puffy clit. Chris stared at his fingers touching her pussy in awe. She was so warm, so slick. He wanted a taste. His fingers collected some of her arousal and he brought them up to his mouth. "Mm," He hummed. "Taste so so sweet, have you ever tasted yourself?" She shook her head. He did the same thing, but instead brought his fingers up to her mouth.

"Open up, baby." He cooed. She looked up at him and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. He placed his fingers on the pad of her tongue and she closed her mouth around them and swirled her tongue and sucked on his fingers, tasting herself. "You taste good, don't you?" She nodded. "How good do you taste? Tell me." He took his fingers out, now wet with her saliva.

"So good, Chris. So good." She said and he smirked, placing his lips on her for the second time. Chris could taste her on her tongue. He sucked on her tongue and put his fingers back on her pussy. "Can I add a finger?" He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them. "Yes, please, I need it." His fingertip slide down to her hole and circled it before slowly inserting it. "Oh, Chris." She sighed, throwing her head back on his shoulder.

"Mm-mm. Lift your head up. I want you to see how good your pussy takes my fingers." He says before inserting his middle finger. She picks up her head and looks down at her pussy and sees his fingers going in and out of her. "You take them so well. I can feel you squeezing my fingers." He kissed her temple. "Fuck!" She covered her mouth to muffled her moans.

"Doing so good for me." He groaned, seeing as his finger came out glistening and going back in for more. "Drenching the fuck outta' my fingers." Y/n arched her back off of his chest as she was nearing her climax "Are you close?" He planted a wet kiss to her neck.

"So close. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." She chanted, rolling her hips against his fingers. With a few more pumps of his fingers she comes undone. "I'm cumming! Holy shit!" She gasps, continuing to ride her high against his hand.

"You did so good f'me, Y/n. So good." He kissed her lips as he slid his fingers out of her.

[sturnsdoll]

SWEETER THAN CANDY -`♡´- - C.S

idea creds

pairing: chris x fem reader

summary: chris finds a rather creative way to teach you patience.

warnings: smut obvi, swearing, (very little) plot, light bondage, candy g-string, oral (f recieving), heavy teasing, dom!chris, sub!reader, orgasm denail, begging, degrading, praise, slight dumbification, cum eating(??), back scratching (?), choking

word count: 2,332

authors note: hope you enjoy ♥

"orange" = chris "pink" = reader

your boyfriend chris had been busy all day with filming with his brothers, shopping, a meeting for his brand and what felt like a million other things.

one of those million other things had been him trying to keep you from losing your mind waiting for him to be free. you hadn't seen your boyfriend in a few days and the impatience of wanting not only his love, but his touch, was driving you to insanity.

text after text, call after call. chris was sick of telling you he'd be free at 12 and that you just needed to be patient.

it was currently 12:05 and chris was filming a car video with nick and matt. his phone buzzes for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

you toss your phone down next to you with a sigh.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

1:07 AM

half asleep, you're finally in the triplets parking lot to pick up chris so you can bring him back to your place. after a few long minutes of waiting you look to the passenger side of your car, spotting chris heading over.

when he enters the car, there's a bit of a slam to the way he closes the door but you choose to ignore it. you smile brightly at chris "feels like i've been waiting forever for you i-" "do you still have the thing i got from the store last week?"

you're confused by the question and a little taken aback that he didn't greet you. although there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that makes you clench your thighs. "no hi? hello? chris i've been waiting all day.." you go to wrap your arms around his neck but he grabs both your wrists. "wrong. you've been an impatient brat all day. now is it still here or not?"

it takes you a minute to even think of what the hell he's reffering to. that's when you remember chris had bought a candy g-string at the store last week when his brothers hadn't been watching the two of you. you thought it was more of a joke that he had gotten it though, not really expecting to use it.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion. you look at where his fingers are wrapped around your wrists before looking up at in hiw eyes again "yea, it's on the backseat still chris but i-" he cuts you off again, not wanting to hear it. "good. go find somewhere private to park. better be close though" "seriously? what's wrong with you?"he drops your wrists and gives you a dead serious look. "now." the tone of his voice makes you decide to put the car in drive.

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you found an empty parking lot out back of a closed fast food place. the whole drive there chris's hand squeezed at your thigh harshly and anytime you tried to ask what his problem was he'd just tell you to keep your mouth closed and drive. which you did.

now that you were here, you opened your mouth to question his antics but he didn't let you get the chance. that angry yet needy look glosses over his eyes again "get in the back n' put it on" he says with a quick hand motion toward the backseats. you raise your eyebrow at him ready to protest but he wasn't having it. "do i need to repeat myself baby?"

you pause for a second before shaking your head no and doing as you were told.

now, only in your cropped t-shirt and the candy garment, you watch curious and nervous as chris removes his belt. "hands above your head" he commands and you listen. he brings your wrists behind the head of the car seat, binding them together with his belt.

"i think.." chris starts as he moves to his knee's infront of you "that for whatever fucking reason" he spreads your legs "you think it's okay to start acting out when you don't get what you want when you want it" his tone gets you wetter than you already were. you can't help the smile that spreads on your face at the satisfaction of having gotten the rise out of your boyfriend that you were hoping for. if only you knew how much you'd regret it only a few minutes from now.

chris catches the sly little smirk on your face. this makes him smile back, only his is much more menacing. "oh you think you're getting what you want huh?" he says. you shrug, staring back at him smugly. "we'll see." he says, mocking your text from earlier before he his mouth latches onto your left thigh.

his mouth moves smoothly, leaving a small trail of purple marks up your thigh. when he gets to your candy covered cunt he hovers teasingly for a moment before switching to the other thigh. you sigh impatiently, earning a threatning glare from chris.

this time when chris makes it to your heat his teeth close in on a candy just above your clit, mouth is so close yet so far. he bites the candy before eating it excrutiatingly slowly. once he's done he flattens his tongue against the front of the candies, shortly giving you the smallest amount of pleasure as he drags it up to where the waistline of the g-string is.

his teeth latch onto another candy but this time he pulls back, bringing the candy clad garment away from you. he quickly releases his teeth from it, letting it snap back against you.

you jump a little at the unexpected sting. chris smirks at your reaction before his mouth goes for another candy that's sitting right over your clit again. "chris come on" you complain but he stays focused on consuming the little candies.

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you squirm in the seat, wrists uncomfortably wriggling against his belt as he sucks on another candy, his lips just barely brushing where you need him. it's been almost ten minutes now and you're soaked and needy, clenching around nothing everytime his lips or tongue accidentally ghost you.

"chris m' sorry i need you please" you attempt to beg, pushing your hips toward his face. he wraps both his arms around your thighs to hold them down and apart. "should've thought about that before whining and complaining all day hm?" he taunts before his teeth grip another candy "n' stop squirming" he says through gritted teeth while he sucks on the sugary candy.

this goes for a couple more minutes before he pulls away to look up at your face. you look just about ready to cry from sexual frustration. he smirks as he rubs your thigh soothingly. "what do you want baby?" his hand snakes up to your waist to pull the candy string back and let it snap against your skin again. you wince before speaking "your mouth, fingers, anything. please" not caring how needy you sound you beg him desperately. over the candies, chris presses two fingers over your hole. the feeling of the cold candies against you instinctively makes you attempt to pull your hips back but there's really nowhere for you to go.

he wraps his fingers around the garment and pulls it to the side before his head dissapears between your thighs. he gives an experimental flick to your clit before diving in to suck and nibble on your sensitive bud.

you throw your head back, a nearly pornagraphic moan comes out at the pure relief. to make things easier for himself he gives a harsh tug to the part of the candied underwear he was holding, causing the string to snap. candy spills off most of the garment and it goes all over the floor of your car. you instinctively try to reach out to pick up the candies or somehow stop the mess but your wrists only strain against the material of his belt again. "chris!" you whine annoyidly.

you're quickly silenced by two fingers teasing your folds. wetness coats his digits without them even being in you. "did i really get you this worked up, sweetheart?" he asks before holding his fingers up to your mouth "open". you comply and are immedietly met with his fingers pressing down on your tongue."taste sweeter than candy don't you?" he asks rhetorically before unexpectedly latching his mouth back to your clit. you cry out when he adds his two fingers along with it.

his tongue switches between flicking, sucking and nibbling so often that you can't even keep up with what form of pleasure he's applying. his fingers pump in and out at an extremely rapid pace that makes your hips twitch. the windows are foggy and the air in the car is heavy from both your heavy breaths.

your mouth hangs open as incoherent words and whines spill. he lets your clit go with a wet pop. his fingers continue. he pulls his head back a little to watch the way your body reacts to him, the way your face contorts in pleasure. you're already clenching around his digits. his fingers push deeper and curl up into that one spot that makes your mind go numb. "mph- m' close" you mutter out between desperate whines. "yea? you wanna cum on my fingers?"

you open your mouth to say yes when suddenly he pulls his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth again. "suck" he tells you while simultaniously reaching up to release your wrists.

with glossy eyes you look at him and suck your juices off his fingers. once he retracts his fingers you pull him in by his shirt to press your lips to his. the kiss is full of tongue and teeth. needy. he climbs onto the seat next to you before adjusting you until you're beneath him. his hips press down into yours making you both whine. you push your hips toward his. he pulls his face back to look at you consideringly. looking at him through your lashes you reach between the two of you to massage his erection through his pants "please." your voice is needy but sweet. "yea? wanna be a good girl and let me fuck you?" he asks while moving to take his sweatpants off. you nod with a sickeningly sweet smile as he finishes removing his clothes.

once he's situated, he makes a point of dragging his tip teasingly along your folds. you go to complain but he knows you too well. "uh uh. remember what that mouth did to get you here in the first place" he reminds. "well techinically it wasn't my mouth since it started over text so- mph!" one hand covers your mouth as he uses the other to balance himself while he thrusts his length into you.

he watches you in awe as he slowly pulls back out "not another word out of you" his hips snap right back. everytime he fucks into you, you're crying out into his hand. his speed starts steady and slow but that lasts no longer than a minute before he's messily pounding into you. you wrap one hand around the wrist of his hand that covers your mouth. your other creates deep red marks down his back, nails dragging and grabbing for some kind of support.

at this point everything that comes from his mouth are all mindless filthy comments. "gonna- mm- make sure that i f-fuck the rest of that attitude outta y-you" he assures as he abuses your cervix repetitievly. clenching around his dick at his filthy words causes his head to drop, a moan slipping his lips. even when his pace is sloppy he doesn't dissapoint, continuing reaching deep inside you with every movement.

it's not long before your minds set on wanting to finish. you reach between the two of you to stimulate your clit but chris swats it away. one hand shutting you up still, he uses his other to rub fast circles on your sensitive bud. you whine and he does too from the way your nails dig deeper into his skin.

his thrusts become sloppier and his fingers work faster. you try to speak but between him fucking you and his hand over your mouth it's impossible. luckily for you he knows by the way your breath is becoming shallow that you're close.

"not until i say so" when his hips begin twitching he slides his hand from your mouth to your neck to steady himself. "jesus chris" you manage to whine as you drink in the air, still slightly restricted by his hand on your throat. your legs tense around his body and you both know you can't hold off much longer.

"you wanna cum sweetheart?" you nod, letting out a soft "yes" breathlessly. "then ask me. gotta make sure you've- mm fuck- learned your lesson" he looks in your eyes with a look of admiration at how pretty and fucked out you are for him. "wanna cum so bad, m' sorry for compla- ah oh god" you don't get to finish as he grabs under your knee and spreads you wider, managing to hit deeper inside you "i'm sorry for complaining, pleasee let me cum" you draw out the please in a innocently convincing way. "listen so well. go ahead"

as soon as you have his permission your lower stomach twists inside as your legs clench right around his waist. all it takes is one more thrust and you're dripping around his cock. chris curses out your name with a string of obsceneties as your orgasm triggers his. he makes sure you both completely ride out your highs before he pulls out and retracts his fingers from your poor clit.

you both take what seems like years to catch a normal pace to breath at. chris reaches to the floor, obtaining both your clothes. "shower when we get home?" chris asks you as he becomes aware of the sticky residue of both cum and candy left on your body.

"absaloutely."

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[leeehye]

a dare after all… (C.S) - PART 2!

“I will always protect you…even if I wasn’t your bodyguard…sleep my princess”

[summary] after a party, Y/n’s dream comes true…sleeping with her hot bodyguard is not how she imagined but better. After showing their love to each other an obstacle might come their way. ❤️‍🔥 will it impact their love?

[warnings⚠️] minors do not interact 🔞. smut, unprotected sex, first time, language, very detailed, aftercare, etc——

[a/n🌷] Omg! thank you so much for all the love to part 1! I hope you guys enjoy part 2, keeping in mind this is my first smut let me know what you think 💭 I have the urge to turn this into a series!

We had just come back from Wooyoung’s party and San’s hands were already exploring my body, slipping under my blouse gently touching my skin, in my bedroom. His hands were working magic on me, making me release soft moans that made him chuckle, sliding down to my neck as his tongue started licking my spot giving me soft bites.

“S-San…” I moaned out quietly, beginning to grow impatient for him. He smiled and looked at me.

“Shhh my princess” he whispered in my ear “we have all night” he finished off while his hand pinned my hands above my head before starting to unbutton my blouse. In a few seconds my pink laced bra was revealed to him which earned a soft groan from him.

“Fuck…you’re so pretty” he said as his eyes couldn’t leave my breast. The blush on my cheeks grew more and he took my top off throwing it somewhere in my room. I could tell he was taking me slow. He wasn’t rushing me at all and I loved and hated that at the same time. I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, wanting to show him that I wasn’t the innocent princess he thought I was. He looked at me with a confused look and smiled pulling me on his lap, making me feel the bulge in his pants. He was already hard.

“You look beautiful like this” he whispered, kissing my neck moving his hands to my butt groping it firmly as he moved me against his already hard cock. I hummed in response to the friction and moved my hands to my back, unclipping my bra letting it slide down my shoulders.

His eyes quickly moved down as he took in the view. He had never seen me like this which I guess was the last straw before he moaned softly.

“Damn…I’m so hard Y/n” he whispered, burying his face in my neck. My fingers slowly tangled into his dark hair rubbing my nipples against his shirt making me moan as they hardened.

“Show me how hard you are Sannie…please” I whispered softly as I unbuttoned his shirt, in a few seconds we were both overwhelmed by the feeling of our naked bodies against each other.

I was becoming a moaning mess when he was sucking on my nipple, he did such a wonderful job he was driving me crazy. I was fully naked and he still had his boxers on. While switching to my other nipple his hand traveled down to my inner thighs slowly to my heat. 

His thumb slowly touched my slit making my whimper at the new feeling. His pointer and middle finger moved further to my part, feeling how wet I was already for him. He smirks, feeling proud of himself before looking at me.

“Already so wet for your bodyguard, my princess ?” he questioned before laying me back down on the bed hovering over me slowly inserting his middle finger in me making me jump grabbing onto his arm.

“g-god San…” I breathed out followed by a moan looking down seeing his finger work in and out of me slowly. He started to kiss me again before moving to my ear.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he whispered and I nodded slowly, closing my eyes and starting to get carried away with pleasure. My hand slowly moved to the side of his head, moaning quietly.

“more San…please” I whispered with my eyes half open and he slowly pulled his finger out taking it into his mouth tasting me making me blush hard. 

“So sweet…just like I imagined…” he whispered, showing me a smirk before winking as my hands slowly covered my embarrassed face.

“Oh no princess don’t cover yourself…I want to look at you when I’m entering you…I want it in my mind forever” he whispered close to my face before pecking my lips.

He positioned himself between my legs taking his boxers off. His hard cock slowly moved up against his lower stomach. My eyes went wide and it was easy for him to notice that I was shocked. I started to feel nervous, he was huge.

“Are you okay princess?” he asked softly slowly grabbing my hand kissing my knuckles. I slowed nodding, moving my eyes to meet him.

“Will you fit? I’m…It will hurt” I whispered to him. He smiled softly, admiring the fact that I had communicated with him and was honest.

“It might hurt a little love…but I promise I won’t move until you adjust to me…you can tell me when you’re ready for me hm?” he said slowly pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I bit my lower lip nervously, slowly nodding, giving him permission. He smiled and reached into his pants feeling through them.

“Fuck…” I heard him curse at himself, making me look at him.

“What is it Sannie?” I asked, still laying down with a confused look.

“Um…I think I don’t have a condom princess I’m sorry I—”

“Then I’ll have to feel you like that” I whispered and his eyes widened. I giggled quietly and pulled him back to me kissing him.

“It’s okay…I’ll take the pill…” I said and he looked hesitant.

“Are you sure about love?” He mumbled and I rested my finger on his lips. 

“I am sure Sannie…and I think I want to feel you like that in me…” I whispered in his ear, giggling, making him chuckle.

He kissed me slowly before intertwining our fingers together using his other hand to guide himself into me, stroking him a few times before entering me starting off from where we left off.

In seconds I slowly felt his tip enter me, pushing himself more into me as a sting of pain ran through my body. My other hand rested on his chest pushing gently as my eyes filled with tears.

“i-it hurts…” I mumbled, breathing heavily, feeling how he stretched me out.

He groaned loudly, feeling how tight I was around him. I slowly brought my other hand to my mouth, moaning loudly into it.

“No…” I heard San mumbled taking my hand away.

“I want to hear you…” he whispered gently as his eyes were closed tightly, moaning between his words.

My whimpers and moans filled the room as I worked through getting adjusted to San’s huge size. I was breathing heavily and digging my nails into his muscular chest. After a few minutes I gently gave him the nod that will soon take me up to the clouds.

And I was right his thrusts were slow and we were both moaning loudly. We were lucky the house was alone. My moans were probably heard downstairs. It made me blush so hard just to think about.

“mmm fuck…f-faster San” I whispered and he obeyed. Soon skin slapping was heard and he started hitting the right spot. I brought my arms around his neck slowly scratching his back.

“F-fuck! San yes!” I screamed as tears rolled down my cheeks feeling the knot starting to form in my lower stomach.

“Fuck…yeah? You like that princess?” he whispered in my ear as his hand grabbed my face gently.

His thrusts sped up taking us both closer to our finish.

“Damn… you drive me crazy you know that huh?” he mumbled and I nodded back, kissing him hard as we soon released together.

Throwing my head back, fisting into the pillows rolling my eyes back, I screamed San’s name. Releasing onto him as he moaned into my ear filling me up with his cum. We both stayed there breathing heavily and he fell on me resting his head on my boobs. I smiled tiredly playing with his dark hair kissing his sweaty forehead.

“My bodyguard is full of secrets…I didn’t know he fucked that good” I whispered and he laughed quietly with his eyes closed before looking up at me.

“That’s just the beginning my princess…I have to show you more” he said and I couldn't help but blush. He smiled before releasing a tired groan, getting off of me and slowly pulling out of me. I blushed gently as he reached for tissues and cleaned us up.

“I’ll get you the shower ready…” he started but I quickly held his hand pulling him back down like he was before.

“Can’t we just stay like this? I’m too tired and you’re too cozy” I whispered softly and he smiled nodding.

“hmm I can’t say no to you…” he mumbled and slowly moved around making me lay next to him with my head on his bare chest as the sheets covered our naked bodies. My eyes started to feel heavier each second while he played with my hair and whispered sweet things to me. 

“I will always protect you…even if I wasn’t your bodyguard…sleep my princess” he whispered and held me close to him as we drifted off to sleep.

time skips ☁️

A week had passed after San and I had shared a lovely night, I was watching the TV while my bodyguard’s head rested on my thighs while I played with his hair. It had been the happiest week of my life, though it involved a lot of hiding it was still amazing to spend time with San, and hiding just made it more fun.

We were both enjoying the movie and he at times would pull me down to him and kiss me with love. I gently held his hand and kept kissing him until we were startled by the sound of the door opening and he threw himself off the couch standing up. I quickly fixed my posture and looked behind me seeing my father’s serious face.

“D-dad…” I started but he cut me off, while looking at the both of us. “What’s going on here?” he asked, I widened my eyes thinking that he had seen something he shouldn’t have. I slowly looked at San and he just shook his head. 

“Ah, nothing sir…um Miss Y/n was about to ask me something…you’re early from work may I–” San said volunteering to help with his stuff but my dad moved away, I was confused and started to worry he cleared his throat and looked at me.

“Y/n in my office please, now” he said and I nodded getting up from the couch and he left to his office. 

“Do you think he saw us?” San whispered to me with concern in his gentle voice, I gently shook my head softly kissing his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out” I said and made my way to my father’s office. I smiled gently going to his desk sitting down.

“You know there are men out there that will only use you for your money right Y/n?” my dad said catching me off guard. I didn’t know what to answer, and I did not know where he got such thing, or why he brought up the topic. “What…What are you saying Dad?” I asked confused.

“You know what I mean…you should not fall so easily into a guy that talks sweetly to you…he is brainwashing you” he mumbled and I got up. He might have seen San and I together. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said starting to make my way out of his office grabbing onto the doorknob. But my dad said something that stopped my moves and felt everything would fall apart.

“You are not going to be happy with some poor…bodyguard…the money I pay him is what keeps him alive,” my dad said harshly and my eyes widened turning to look at him.

“D-don’t say those things about him…and there’s nothing between us” I quickly said feeling angry at how he was talking about San. He didn’t deserve it, I glared at my dad who scoffed.

“Please…I’ve seen you all week Y/n…or I guess he has gotten way too comfortable” he said crossing his arms across his chest. I gulped softly trying to find another excuse, but I had none.

“Just keep in mind what I said, he won’t be able to give you much, but you will and that’s what he wants…your money…tell him to come” my father finished off and I stayed quiet not wanting to argue making my way out sighing trying to not let his words get to my head.

I made my way to San who was on the couch, when he heard my footsteps he quickly got up and held my hand checking on me.

“What happened love?” he asked me, but I removed my hand from his, I don’t know why I did that. He looked down confused at my sudden movement and slowly took a step back trying to not show that he felt hurt.

“He…He knows?” he asked me and I stayed quiet giving a nod before speaking.”He wants to see you” I simply said and made my way to my room closing my door.

San entered Mr. Lee’s office nervously and looked at him drinking some whiskey still thinking about Y/n.

“San, hey…take a seat…” Mr. Lee told him before walking to the seat across from him handing him a cup with whiskey. San was surprised and just held the cup before setting it on the coffee table.

“Y/n told me you wanted to see me…” San said quietly wanting to get to the point. 

“San…tell me, are you rich…are you able to afford anything?” Mr. Lee asked keeping his eyes on me and I slowly looked away. Of course, I couldn’t afford anything like he did. Where was this going?

“No…not like you sir…” I answered and he nodded. “Exactly…So now let me ask you something else…” he said sounding more serious than before which made me look at him.

“What would you do if…I arranged a marriage for Y/n?”

To be continued...?

(Should I continue this?)

Taglist (let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist!)

@iloafeyoo @ateezstanforever @urfaveyongiegie @kpopluvr9908

[goatsludge]

I'm sure a couple of you are bored to death of my strike vest replicas, but this one's special, I promise :V

I've made quite a few Strike Vests over the years, and I've always ended up getting rid of the examples I meant to keep for myself, but this is one that I think is gonna be staying with me.

I based this one off an example that used to be on display at the Fayetteville Airborne and Special Operations Museum - unlike a majority of Gen.1 Strike Vests, this particular example was fitted with Fastex QR-1 Buckles as opposed to the typical SR-1.

On top of sourcing a set of these scarce buckles, an SADF P83 Rucksack was cannibalized to get just enough vintage nutria brown Cordura fabric to complete this rig (a huge PITA ftr, please don't ask me to do this for you).

As usual, all the other materials used on this rig include the correct MIL-T-5038 T/4 webbing, C.S. Osborne #00 Brass Grommets, and light OD Green MIL-W-5664 Cotton Elastic Tape.

Gen.1 Strike Vests of a similar pattern can be seen worn by SSG Daniel Busch and by an unknown operator next to SFC Randy Shughart in one photo.

This got finished a little too late to post on 10/3, but it's the thought that counts 💪

[sturniolo04]

Bad Day C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which taylor gets sick

TW: Mentions of throw up

Taylor's pov

I woke up in chris' bed and no chris. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 1:15pm. holy fuck this is the longest i have slept in awhile.

I sat up being greeted with a headache and a stuffy nose. just great. i got up and changed into one of chris' fresh love hoodies and sweatpants i had let over awhile back before headed into the living room to be met with chris and matt on the couch on their phones.

I walked over to where chris was sitting, he smiled at me setting his phone to his side.

chris: hi baby

he smiled again as i sat on his lap, which is something i tend to do when i dont feel good

Taylor: hi

i smiled laying my head on his shoulder 

Taylor: hi matt

i smiled at him and he looked up at me 

matt: hi taylor

he smiled. chris went back on his phone and i grabbed his free hand , messing around and playing with his fingers as he kissed my temple.

after a little while i felt like i was going to throw up, i tried swallowing to see if that would help but it only worsened the feeling. Nick was coming down the stairs as i got up from chris' lap

chris: you okay

i just nodded before quickly walking to matt's bathroom. I lifted the toliet seat, kneeling down on the ground, before throwing up.

Nick: chris she's throwing up

i heard nick say as i threw up more. he must've been in the kitchen.

Chris: oh noooo taylorrr

he quietly exclaims turning off his phone and heading to matt's bathroom.

a few seconds later the door opened and i was met with the feeling a chris pulling my hair back, tying it back with a spare hair tie he always keep on his arm just in case.  he always kept a spare hair tie on his wrist for me I always thought it was the cutest thing .

chris: you're okay Taylor, its okay 

he gently whispers, rubbing my back comfortingly, sitting on the ground next to me knowing I hate throwing up, it being my biggest fear.

Taylor: chriss

she whines out before gagging and throwing up again in the toilet bowl again.

Chris: oh ok, its okay mama let it all out

Eventually, i finished and flushed the toilet leaning into Chris.

Chris: you good now princess

he asked as she shakes her head slightly side to side; slightly out of it

Chris: here

he trails off grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping her mouth with it

Taylor; i want to go lay down

she states quietly looking up at him

Chris: you sure you dont think you will be sick again my love

he asks scanning his girlfriends face for an emotional response

Taylor: oh no oh no

she exclaims out lifting the lid of toilet again, throwing up again audibly loud

Chris: ohh Taylor

He exclaims turning his head away from the gross sight of his poor girlfriend getting sick all over again

Taylor: my stomach hurts so bad chris

she cries out

Chris: taylorr its okay i got you

-Time skip-

Chris: you feel better

he asks rubbing her shoulder as she nods her head in approval

chris: okay lets go to my room yeah

taylor: okay

Matt: you okay T

he asks as you and chris exits his bathroom

Taylor; yeah sorry about your bathroom

Matt: its okay go get better

Taglist

@adirtylittleheart @mintsturniolo @wh0resstuff

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Your thoughts on demons?

Thank you for the ask <3

Absolutely real. Demons and The Adversary are absolutely real and absolutely have an affect on our lives. We see this 2 ways in particular in the Gospels and the Letters. In the gospel accounts we see demonic possession, which is something I do believe happens (my friend's mother, tho she doesn't like that word). In the letters however, this is not what is discussed. Rather in both the gospels and the letters there is another demonic influence: oppressive political powers.

Paul speaks of "powers and authorities" behind political entities (because "flesh and blood" are not our enemies). Jesus says the the hour of his arrest belongs to "you (the religio-political leaders) and the powers of darkness (the demonic forces behind them)". This revelation has completely changed the way I think of demons and politics, because I am not firmly convinced that spirituality and politics cannot be separated. But that when we see a nation that worships sex and money and (military/national) power, we are seeing a nation that is being energized by dark spiritual powers. Not that the demons conquered the government or something, that's not what I'm saying. Rather that those in power (and, sometimes, us as citizens) have unknowingly allied themselves with a dark spiritual reality, whether or not they even believe in one.

The list I've arrived at for recognizing a nation allied with demons (which I and the Bible term "Babylon") is: slavery; nationalism; oneness at the cost of diversity; the murder of the innocent; oppression of the immigrant, women, children (esp orphans), and the poor; extreme opulence for a select group of people; idolatry of money, sex, and power.

So, yeah, I unfortunately live in Babylon. We all do. This is why we "exiles scattered across the world" must pray for our nations.

I've talked before about the "horror of abandonment" and how it's not that God abandoned us, but that we abandoned God. Demons are a good example of this. Nations and individuals come under the influence of dark spiritual powers when they separate themselves from God's love and light. When the people built Babylon and elevated themselves to the roll of gods, Yahweh scattered them and handed them over to the rebel spiritual beings. When Saul continuously and arrogantly and cowardly (I really don't like Saul lol) disobeyed and disregarded Yahweh's instruction, Yahweh allowed him to be afflicted by an injurious spirit (whether this is a demon, rebel spirit, or not is actually complicated and I'm on the fence but the point stands). When the nation of Israel left Yahweh, their God, to marry foreign women, worship the gods of other nations, and enter into alliance with them, they were conquered by Babylon, the archetype of the city aligned with dark spiritual powers.

I am not sure if the Family of God cannot be possessed or not (I've seen people say that but I've yet to come to a thought on it) but I am positive that the longer you stay away from Jesus, the more you open yourself to that influence.

That said I also agree with C.S. Lewis that one can go too far in the recognition of dark spiritual powers. Yes demons are real; no we should not be terrified of them, nor should we be speculating about their names and whatnot (yes, people do this T-T). But we should be aware of their influence in the world, and firmly stand against it.

This was a lot so summary:

Demons and The Enemy are real and have power.

They are rebel spiritual beings and have rebelled quite often in Scripture, usually alongside a human rebellion (Gen 3; Gen 6; Gen 11; Ps 82).

The only power and influence they have is that which 1) God allows them and 2) we allow them. And thus we should not fear them. Rather we should "resist the accuser and he will flee".

Basically all of our countries have given themselves over to the worship of demons, though in the subtle forms of sex, money, and power. Thus it is our job to "seek the shalom (peace; wholeness; well-being) of Babylon" but also to call out the nations for their crimes against God and humanity.

One day all the nations will come to worship King Jesus and all spiritual powers will be destroyed and those humans who, in the end, chose to align themselves with them will be cast into Outer Darkness.

[oliviasthatgirl]

Bed Chem - C.S + Reader (Pt.1)

~• This is my first fan-fic writing ever, so its not gonna be perfect. I'm gonna try my best, bear with me lol. This is gonna be fluff and then go to smut later on throughout this series of short stories. They might come late because of school, but ill try to be frequent. This is based off of Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter!✨❤

[ Warnings!!! - This contains Fluff to Smut later on. Contains a little Language. This is an 18+ story! Names used: Princess, Daddy, and a few other things if I missed them. Contains: Fingering, Daddy kink, and other small things like that. Uses (y/n) ]

~• There may be a few Spelling and Grammar Errors as well as Repetition, but I'm gonna try my best to avoid that stuff.

Enjoy Girly's!✨

-----------------------------•~Bed Chem~•--------------------------------

You and Nick have been best friends since high school. Ever since you moved to Boston, and that first day at school, you two bonded immediately.

You found it fascinating that he and his brothers were triplets, but you never really were attracted to any of them. And Nick was gay so it only left you to Matt and Chris, if you wanted.

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One day Nick texted you asking if you wanted to come hang out at his house. Of course you wanted to, you hadn't been doing anything that productive today and was infact bored. You texted him and stood up off your bed.

" What to wear, what to wear? " I tapped my chin. I look through my closet. I'll just settle for comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. The cute shorts were light blue with a white graffic T. I slip on my Uggs and head to the kitchen. I rummage through the cabinets looking for my Stanley. I take it down and walk to the fridge. I fill up my Stanley and grab the car keys of the counter.

I was eager to go to Nicks house, I haven't seen him all week. I also thought about how his brothers were gonna be there. I didn't know them as well as I did Nick, and hoped to get to know them better.

The drive comes to an end when you enter the driveway of the Triplets house. I park the car and get out. I walk up to the door anxiously. I ring the doorbell. After a few seconds I hear steps approaching the door. Nick opens it.

Nick - " Hey (y/n)! Come in. "

(Y/n) - " Hey Nick, its so good to see you, I've missed you so much. "

Nick - " Me too, come sit on the couch so we can chat. "

He leads you over to the couch and you both sit down on the plush sofa. You look around the room. New pictures and decor fill the surrounding walls. The room feels lively and peaceful, like the perfect place to sit and chat.

(Y/n) - " This place looks nice, have you done more Home Improvement? "

Nick - " Yeah we did, Matt and Chris actually helped with most of it. "

(Y/n) - " Well, it looks really good. I can tell a lot of time and money has been spent on keeping It looking nice. "

A hour of catch up chat occurs. You and Nick catching up with each other in person. When the idea of you spending the night pops into his head.

Nick - " What do you think about spending the night? The sounds fun right? "

(Y/n) - " Yeah, that sounds fun! "

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It got late quick, and you end up settling in the guest bedroom. You hear the front door open and Chris and Matt walk in chatting kind of loudly. They had been hanging out with Nathan all day and just got home.

Chris - " He kept bitching to me about how bad I was, and that he is better, but he wasn't I literally 1v1'd him crazy. I coulda done it with my eyes closed. "

Matt - " Don't get too cocky Chris, he beat you more in the game than you shoulda allowed. "

Nick walks out of his room to the front door living room space where his brothers were loudly arguing about a Fortnite battle they just had. He glares at his brothers.

Nick - " Can you guys stop yelling and please shut the fuck up. (Y/n) is spending that night here, and you two storm in bitching and yelling and you woke me up, imagine her right now. "

I throw the sheet to the side and lift myself up. My legs go over the side of the bed and arise to a stand. I walk towards the door and softly open it. I walk to where the commotion is.

As you walk up, Chris immediately shuts up and looks at you. He looked at your body and face. You looked so attractive in that moment. Your hair slightly messy and clothes ruffled. His mind wandered, but he kept himself in line.

You noticed the way he looked at you and you got a little obsessed. The way he admired your body and features made you feel some sort of way you hadn't felt with other people.

Chris was wearing a white jacket with a matching white beanie. He looked hot. You didn't know him well, but damn, he was hot. You and Chris got a little too distracted looking at each other, that you didn't realize Nick and Matt trying to snap you both out of this love like trance you were both in.

Nick - " Chris, (Y/n), hello? Get a room already! Chris is drooling over you. "

You turn and look at Nick, breaking the eye contact with Chris.

(Y/n) - " My bad, Imma go back to bed. "

You turn and walk back to the guest room, still not taking your mind off of the moment you just had with Chris. It was strange, you didn't know him, but you felt like you did. You felt like you knew him your whole life and were very similar.

I get into bed and lay down, drifting to sleep once again.

In the middle of the night you get up to go get some water, expecting everyone to be asleep.

The room was dark, so I just instinctively went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I backed up to turn and walk back to my room, but bumped into something. Not something, someone.

I jump slightly in shock and gasp. I turn and see Chris standing there smirking down at me.

Chris - " Hey princess, getting water to hydrate those pretty lips? I could hydrate them another way, just saying. "

He bends down to get eye level with you. He leans closer to your face. You can feel his warm breath on your collarbone and face. He leans into your ear.

Chris - " I could tell you, or I could show you, in my bed. "

He said that romantically, but kind of mysterious. You wanted to know what he was gonna do, but he was also looking very attractive tonight so you gave in.

Chris - " I knew you'd give in to me, no one can resist me. "

I look over at him. His veiny arms were looking extra fine tonight. The shadows of light illustrating the details on his arm. I could also see his muscle flexing and I couldn't tell if he was doing that on purpose or not.

He opens the door and closes and locks it. He turns and looks at me. I know what it means, I know what he wants.

(Y/n) - " You know if you wanted me this bad you could of asked. "

He doesn't say anything, instead he walks across the room to me in a few quick strides and picks me up with ease. He walk me over to his bed and throws me down but not hard.

Deep down you loved how he did this to you, he didn't hurt you, but he was rough with you. You admired him for this.

Chris - " Listen princess, I'm gonna make you feel good. I can feel chemistry between us, be freaky with me. Match my freak. I'll make you feel feelings you never have ever. Don't be nervous. You look gorgeous! "

He wastes no time and pulls down your shorts. He lifts your hips and fully takes off the shorts. He grins down at the warm spot in between your thighs. He slowly and agonizingly runs his fingers down your thighs. You feel the pressure and pleasure slowly build up.

You want his touch, you both know that. He runs his fingers over your clothed cunt. You wet more at the feeling of this.

(Y/n) - " Ple, Please Chris. Touch me. "

Chris - " Beg for it, and call me something other than Chris. Call me daddy, yes. Beg for daddy to touch you. Use your words. "

(Y/n) - " Please, please, please, touch me daddy. I'm gonna cum soon. Put your fingers inside me. "

You feel a knot in your stomach ready to be released. You are in the middle of an orgasm. You don't crave anything other than touch now. Specifically Chris's touch.

Chris - " Good girl, I like when you beg for me like that. "

He runs his fingers over your thighs and pulls your thong to the side. He rubs your swollen bud before putting a finger inside. Slowly back in forth before he adds a finger.

(Y/n) - " Yess, daddy that feels so good. I'm so close. "

You hold back a moan as Chris goes faster. As he goes in and out, you get more and more wetter riding out your orgasm. You are so close. The knot slowly releases. You cum all over his fingers.

Chris - " Good girl. You were very tight and nice for daddy. "

He licks your sweet juices off his fingers and grins down at you.

You both get a little tired and decide to go to sleep.

He turns you around and you both lay on your backs. You both fall asleep in each others arms.

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~• Hope you enjoyed!

~• Pt.2 will be coming soon! This story isn't that good and may be a little cringy, but after all this is my first fan-fic, and it is a SERIES so it will hopefully progress and get better down the line. I hope you enjoyed it. I tried to do a long story but not too long. Tell me if I should write longer stories. Requests are open!

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Let me know if you wanna be tagged for Pt.2!

[inklings-challenge]

Inklings Challenge 2023: Official Announcement

The Event

The Inklings Challenge invites Christian writers to create science fiction and fantasy stories from a Christian worldview. All writers who sign up for the the challenge–by responding to this post or by directly messaging this blog–before October 1st, 2023 will be randomly assigned to one of three teams that are each challenged to write a story that fits at least one of two assigned genres. Writers will also choose at least one of seven Christian themes to inspire their story.

After teams are assigned on October 1, 2023, writers will have until October 21, 2023 to write a science fiction or fantasy story that fits their assigned genre and uses at least one of the Christian themes in the provided list. There is no maximum or minimum word limit, but because of the short time frame, the challenge is focused on short stories.

The Teams

Inspired by a similar challenge between J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis to write, respectively, a time travel story and a space travel story, the Inklings Challenge uses these authors (and G.K. Chesterton) as the inspiration for the teams. Each team is given both a fantasy and a science fiction option, so writers can choose the genre that is most comfortable for them. (However, writers shouldn’t be afraid to use the science fiction option as inspiration for a fantasy story, and vice versa. They can also choose to use both genres in one story, or write multiple stories). Writers may define for themselves which types of stories fit under each genre.

Team Lewis

Portal Fantasy: Stories where someone from the real world explores a new world

Space Travel: Stories about traveling through space or exploring other planets

Team Tolkien

Secondary World Fantasy: Stories that takes place in an imaginary realm that’s completely separate from our world

Time Travel: Stories exploring travel through time

Team Chesterton

Intrusive Fantasy: Stories where the fantastical elements intrude into the real world

Adventure: Stories where characters (usually in our world) travel to exciting locations, face dangers, undertake a mission or quest, etc.

These teams will be assigned at random on October 1st, 2023. Writers are then encouraged to write a story before the deadline on October 21st.

The Themes

To add a Christian flavor to the event, writers are asked choose at least one of seven Christian themes from the list below as inspiration for their stories. This year's themes all explore traditional acts of charity and mercy which Christians are called to do for others in need. Writers may use these themes to inspire any element of their story that they choose.

The seven themes writers may choose from are:

Feed the hungry

Give drink to the thirsty

Clothe the naked

Shelter the homeless

Visit the sick

Visit the imprisoned

Bury the dead

Posting the Stories

Completed stories can be posted to a tumblr blog anytime after the categories are assigned on October 1st. Writers are encouraged to post their stories–whether finished or incomplete–before the deadline on October 21st, but they can post their stories, or the remainders of unfinished stories, after that date.

All stories will be reblogged and archived on the main Inklings Challenge blog. To assist with organization, writers should tag their posts as follows:

Mention the main Challenge blog @inklings-challenge somewhere within the body of the post (which will hopefully alert the Challenge blog).

Tag the story #inklingschallenge, to ensure it shows up in the Challenge tag, and make it more likely that the Challenge blog will find it.

Tag the team that the author is writing for: #team lewis, #team tolkien, or #team chesterton. 

Tag the genre the story falls under: #genre: portal fantasy, #genre: space travel, #genre: secondary world, #genre: time travel, #genre: intrusive fantasy, #genre: adventure

Tag any themes that were used within the story: #theme: food, #theme: drink, #theme: clothing, #theme: shelter, #theme: visiting the sick, #theme: visiting the imprisoned, #theme: burial

Tag the completion status of the story: #story: complete or #story: unfinished

And that’s the Inklings Challenge! Any questions, comments or concerns that aren’t covered there can be sent to this blog, and I’ll do my best to answer them.

[littlebitsmile]

Masterlist

Hi there and welcome to my insane list of ideas which are all kind of flying around in my head. If you're ever in need of a specific one shot, please let me know - I will try to make it work! Also, if you're interested in me actually getting one of these ideas out of my head and writing them down, let me know as well (:

[also, bear with me, english is not my first language]

O N E S H O T S

S T O R I E S [updates on off-race Sundays, 10pm CET]

Charles Leclerc: in flames - Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

I N P R O G R E S S

willow [in progress] [C.S.] - Carlos Sainz is one of the men everyone looks at but at the same time is too afraid to talk to. Always on time, focused, determined and with his eyes hidden behind that typical Ferrari hat. He never stays longer than he has to for his interviews, is never seen at events that are not included in his contract. But somehow the new season brought a new driver on the grid along and with that also a rookie interviewer, who cannot let go of asking every single on of the drivers and foremost Carlos just the right questions to rail them up.

those eyes [in progress] [D.R.] - He has been around for as long as she can remember. Always older, always wiser, always more brave and also more stupid. But also never in reach, never at the right time, never under the right circumstances. She has been his friend's sister, nine years younger than him; and because of that they chose to ignore all the stares, whispers, blushes and above all: those eyes.

[inkyucu]

I got some reference pictures for his design in the episode from today

Not sure anyone else will find this useful, but it's useful for me, so maybe it'll be useful for you

(Sorry about the quality of one of the images-)

[daifukumochiin]

Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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viii

Northernness. 

In Surprised by Joy, C.S. Lewis called that instant among a few which he met while reading the opening lines to "Tegner’s Drapa"–

–immediately lifting him into huge regions of the northern sky, and desiring intensely something that couldn’t be described, “except that it is cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote.”

Sasuke had it all figured out during his presentation: the longing for an unattainable, imaginary world; an unsatisfied desire more desirable than any other satisfaction. The “cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote” in Konoha. He had the color schemes prepared, the mood boards where the rest could take inspiration—he had the full vision.

But, a thing about artistic vision is how it would often only truly show itself in the mind of one, akin to a prophet's commission destined to be shared with a skeptical crowd. Once the candle is lit—the vision spoken, its flame cast upon awaiting wicks—is either one of two outcomes: an empowered mob, or a frustrated artist.

Sasuke stood in the darkened room, the glow of his presentation casting long shadows between him and the rest of the club. The pause hung heavy in the air, their bleary irises reflecting the projected screen, dull and unmoved. He burned with a fierce, solitary flame, yet the rest couldn’t catch fire.

Unease settled at the basement of his gut, lounging there, and crossed its legs. His fingers, clutching the wireless clicker, felt cold and alien, as if they no longer belonged to him. He loosened his tie and signaled for the lights to be switched back on.

“Questions?” Sasuke reached for his water flask. Funny, he thought as he took a sip, how it gave an impression of offering himself to a hoard of wild beasts ready to pounce without due reverence whatsoever. 

Click. Click. Click—their responses registered as a monotonous clicking noise in his mind; all clicks and no illumination. Barely a single one had lights flashing off in their imagination, their cranial apertures set to f/22 with shutter speeds at 1/1000, and their ISO sensitivity low. 

He took a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Creation is a brutal endeavor: fail to hold the fort—the sense of preservation toward the vision—and he’ll be torn to pieces; fall short of winning the Kage Jin and it would be his fall to take alone. 

"Fine," he exhaled. "I'll take you on. One. By. One." 

In the months that would follow, he’d find himself worn thin, hunched over his desk, eyes bloodshot and fingers sore from endless editing as he pushed forward with the vision singularly, just to fill in the gaps, and somewhere down that road, his natural demise. But even then, all he could really think about was winning the Kage Jin.

Last weekend, my friends and I couldn't enjoy our usual club because the DJ changed, and the vibe was off. We went bar hopping all night, but none of the places felt right. Is that it?

“Somewhat.” 

So-so. Kinda. 

At first, Sasuke had more patience. 

Who could blame Sasuke's club members for all their privilege? Northernness to Sasuke lies on the other side of the fence that is winning the Kage Jin whereas to them, photography is just a hobby and the club is for extracurricular credits. They didn’t have fathers who threatened to disown them or shatter their equipment should they choose to pursue photography professionally after high school. 

“How’s everything so far?” Neji asked during brunch at the school’s dining hall. His uni exams weren't until November, so Sasuke understood that when he was invited to join Neji for meals, it was purely a club matter.

“The theme was decided last week,” Sasuke replied, forking a pea.

“Oh, really? What is it?”

“Northernness. C.S. Lewis…” As he spoke, he closely watched Neji’s subtle reactions.

Neji paused from slicing his steak, considering. “Interesting. Though spare me the details. The theme is only as strong as its execution.”

Sasuke nodded. “We’ve had a few meetings since then and I’ve already set up teams for various assignments.”

“Good,” commended Neji. “I was introduced to a gallery chain owner from Hoshigakure the other day. I think he’ll find you interesting, so I’ve set up a meeting this weekend.”

“What time?”

“Sunday afternoon. Just clear it out. It’s a party attended by other patrons of art. Get Sakura to join you.”

“I think she’ll be busy with the Student Council.”

“I’ll just call you then.”

When he had been at the end of his rope, it was Neji who offered an extension. Parties and meeting new people were his least favorite things to do on a weekend, but Neji taught him networking was important if he were to make his future decisions right.

2. Isn't it too vague? How are we gonna incorporate pictures from the archives if you're hellbent on following a theme?

Sasuke carefully laid with gloved hands a set of old pictures that he had taken out from the archives on the light table where a few selected members gathered around.

“I’m thinking of a sub-collection that draws inspiration from these events,” said Sasuke. “The history, the pioneering spirit, a deep-seated longing for the extraordinary, and the pursuit of awe and wonder transcending the mundane—we’re bringing these essences into the present.”

“But how are we supposed to do that without just copying old pictures?” asked Kiba, a sophomore from another class.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed slightly. “We’re not copying. We’re reinterpreting. Look”—he tapped his finger on a photo—“What’s being built here?”

“The subway?”

“Ah, is that the Hashirama Bridge?!” Another member, Ino, pointed gleefully at a different photo.

The rest followed her excitement as they identified other notable structures in Metro Konoha during their earliest stages. 

“Think about the vision and effort that went into these structures,” said Sasuke. “Find modern equivalents or create scenes that evoke the same sense of achievement and significance. Reign in that energy visually.”

Then Kiba raised his hand. “The city’s expanding the subway and construction is currently going on. That might be a good place to start. The only problem we’d have is if it’s gonna be okay. Some places might need permits or things like that.”

“Leave that to me,” replied Sasuke. “I’ll contact Neji whenever.”

Days later Neji invited him again to brunch.

“The assignment you gave Inuzuka and his team was interesting. When I told grandfather, he insisted he’d have more stories to tell about how things were back then.” Neji chuckled and wiped his mouth with a table napkin.

Sasuke couldn’t swallow the partridge, so he had to down it with water first. “About that… I’ve decided I won’t be using their shots.”

“I see,” said Neji. “It was that bad, huh?”

“Well… not really.”

“Just say it as is. No one’s gonna hear about it. And I doubt anyone would fault you even if they did. You’re aiming to win, aren't you?”

3. So… wintry vibes? How the heck does that work? Konoha's vibe is just not it.

There are plenty of ways to capture the cold and remote right out the warm, sunny corners of Metro Konoha: early mornings; late nights; foggy mists; the bay after rainy afternoons; excerpts of nostalgia that could be replicated in the studio, and the lights manipulated among a plethora of non-CGI tools they could use for effects.

Determined to prove his point to the rest of the cynical lot, he rode the train to school at 4:30 AM and scoured the campus for interesting shots. Looking up from the school grounds, the silhouette of birds flitting among the intricate details of the roofline, gave him the idea to venture up to the school rooftop for a closer look.

He passed through Omni Glow Hall, one of Sairiumu’s oldest buildings, up a flight of stairs, and entered a dim, musty corridor lined with aged wood and old leather book covers. The air ran thick with the stench of persistent grime that no amount of upkeep could completely remove. To get to the rooftop, he pushed through an ancient twin door, gripping slightly on the coarse brass handles with grotesques set on their swirled parts. Despite their age and infrequent use, the well-oiled hinges moved smoothly. A gust of wind greeted Sasuke's face, followed by the sound of flapping wings, a sound one too many. He nearly snapped a photo by what he saw, his breath caught and his forefinger twitching on the shutter button, overwhelmed by the impulse to capture the scene and yet withholding from that desire.

Hinata Hyuuga stood on the rooftop with a lost look in her eyes, her hand extended as mourning doves gathered to feed from it. They surrounded her, from her head to foot—a swirling flock—which, while to an onlooker might seem ominous, a whirlpool of unknown diseases, didn't trouble her—not even batting an eyelash.

When she noticed Sasuke standing there, her eyes widened slightly before she quickly lowered her gaze, a soft blush tinting her cheeks. Her fingers trembled just a bit as she tried to keep her hand steady for the doves.

“G-good morning…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. As she made a small, nervous bow with her head, the doves fluttered briefly and then perched back not long after.

“Good morning,” he replied with measured calm. He wasn't about to be found out. Some guilt; partly something else.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just looking around." He slipped his hands into his pockets and let his gaze drift to a random spot in the skyline. "What about you?”

“Feeding the birds… as you can see.”

“Right… Do you mind if I take a picture?”

“O-of the birds?” The sun was barely out and he could hardly see the expression she was making.

“Of the birds.”

“Oh. Go ahead… They're too occupied to care.”

Sasuke clicked the camera. Adjusted the center. Clicked again. Adjusted. Clicked a third time. True to Hinata’s words, the birds remained unbothered, even with the flash.

While scanning the shots he took, he said out of nowhere: “Thanks to the Norse myth book you left the other day, I’ve figured out what the club’s going to do for this year’s Inuwashi.”

“Inuwashi?”

“The club’s yearly publication. It's a candidate for the Kage-Jin—”

Sasuke fell silent for a moment, leaving Hinata waiting for him to continue. He wondered what she thought about the theme, about Northernness. If she would intuitively comprehend what he wanted; if she'd asked the right questions; if her pictures would enthrall him unexpectedly like her qualifying exhibition entry...

When he didn’t speak, Hinata asked, “Do you like it here? Are you having a pleasant time?"

Sasuke snapped out of his trance and took a few more shots, adjusting the camera settings with a practiced hand. “About the club or Sairiumu in general? I haven’t thought about it. Don’t ask weird questions.” As he spoke, he tilted the camera slightly, capturing a subtle glimpse of the top of Hinata’s head in the shot.

“Stay away from mistletoes,” she said.

Sasuke raised a brow at her odd statement. “What about them?”

“They’re bad for you.”

Sasuke smirked. No wonder Neji said all those things about her—he finally understood: she's a Norse myth otaku. This explains the disturbing things she had said and done to him so far. A tinge of relief swept over him now knowing that she's just this kind of crazy, who just thought that maybe, maybe he's—

“Like Baldur?" He could almost laugh, but he couldn't risk looking uncool. "Getting too much into Norse myth is bad for you,” he said, smiling crookedly as he turned to leave.

Hardly anything about him is like Baldur.

4. C.S. Lewis? Wasn’t he prehistoric? Wouldn’t that be too outdated and out of touch?

She’s just… She’s just so,

Has anyone in the studio met someone like her before?

Who in their right mind would think that? Norse myth? And they say C.S. Lewis is prehistoric.

While it couldn’t be denied that he has a beautiful face and a goodly overall appearance—which brought him trouble that could last a lifetime—but, had he been anything like Baldur—the Norse god of light and radiance, joy and purity, peace and forgiveness—he would've just dismissed the uninspiring submissions of his club members with a smile. He'd put in a kind word and tell them to try again. 

But Sasuke? He huffed and bristled like a mad horse and his dissatisfaction towards his members only grew.

“I apologize for that. You caught me at a bad time.” Sasuke rubbed his forehead, feeling the tension building up. One of the very few freshmen he had allowed to work on Inuwashi was just leaving his office in tears when Neji walked in.

Neji watched the freshman leave. “What happened?” He locked the door behind him.

Sasuke sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I tried to be constructive, but...”

“But it had been another subpar submission.” Neji nodded understandingly. “Don’t take it to heart. I trust I placed the perfect man for the job. You’ll make it happen for this club. They don’t have to understand now, but they will when the time comes and you’ve got a Kage Jin trophy displayed here…”

When Neji looked around his office, his gaze stopped at the framed picture of a quarter of a head and mourning doves above it hanging on the wall.

“Yours?” With Neji, it was almost a statement and he had to ask just in case.

Sasuke smirked and nodded, the event from earlier immediately forgotten.

“Fascinating.” Neji approached the picture to scrutinize it further. “I like the mysterious dark, inky shades, and gray contrasts, the almost smoky buildup of flapping mourning doves caught in a motion blur...” 

The picture never failed to draw compliments from visitors. Sasuke had developed a technique to achieve the quality of a traditional darkroom print out of a digital photo. So far, no one had asked about the head—whose head it was. Unconsciously, Sasuke made a habit of staring at her in a way that he couldn't in the classroom over fear of suspicion. The what-ifs and could-have-been left him with a continuous pang of regret and he feared the day that she might break into his office, perhaps through the glass window, open his chest, and discover the things he'd speak to no one: he couldn’t push away the thought that Hinata would have had more interest in Northernness than the rest of his club members put together. 

“Hey, do you think—” Sasuke paused.

Would Neji?

No, Neji would be strongly against it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” replied Sasuke.

“I never thought you’d find mourning doves interesting.”

“Me either.”

5. Are you saying we only start taking pictures in the winter? That's stupid and I'd totally hate it if we're shooting outdoors.

To set a wintry precedent, an atmosphere that would seal in the illusion for everything else that would follow, Sasuke proposed scheduling an outdoor shoot for the first few pages of Inuwashi. None of Konoha's mountains, not even in the winter, would compare to the snowy mountain ranges of the place he had in mind. 

"Yukigakure," he revealed. 

The idea was met with enthusiasm from the club members. They envisioned a cheerful trip to luxurious ski resorts and exclusive hot springs. Sasuke looked forward to the peril, to northern lights and white nights—something Hinata would've had better insights into, having come from there. But none of it would happen the way anyone in the Photography Club, including Sasuke, pictured it. 

6. Shouldn't we take a vote? I'm not saying 'Northernness' or whatever you just presented is a bad idea, but others might have suggestions that the majority would like to explore.

Morio, the vice president, posed a question during Sasuke’s theme presentation that echoed until the Photography Club’s falling out. But Sasuke didn’t have the foresight then. All he recognized was that Morio had the wrong notion about why Neji chose him, why Northernness would make Inuwashi stand out, why he was convinced he knew best, and thus answered Morio in this manner:

“Do you know why you’re not the club president? It’s because you don’t have what it takes to be where I am.”

Truth be told, Morio had always rubbed Sasuke the wrong way. As a member of the Student Council alongside Sakura and others, and with his family’s ownership of an S&Lee 500 mining corporation, Morio had the background and skills that made him a strong diplomat. This greatly contrasted with Sasuke’s solitary approach. He was a competent photographer and had a knack for connecting with others, making him a strong candidate for club president if it had been up to the members’ vote. In contrast, Sasuke preferred to stay cooped up in his office, often discarding other people's photos that he didn’t like in the bin.

Morio had all the right cards. The least Sasuke could have done was temper his response. No egos would have been bruised, and he might have avoided much trouble. Because, months later, when the time came for the review of the first draft of Inuwashi, Morio voiced out an honest observation:

“Most of these pictures are yours, Sasuke.”

“It’s the material that matters," Sasuke retorted. "You can’t argue with the quality. This is a winning piece in progress.”

Morio laughed dismissively. “You’re not running a club. This is a one-man show.”

Sasuke’s temper flared, and he slammed his fist on the table. "Don’t like it? Then leave. This is getting old."

He should've noticed it then—the odd spill of malice in the studio; how nobody was on his side.

“Guess we just don’t have that special something like you do,” Morio said with a suspiciously casual tone. As he rose from his seat to leave, more movement rippled around the table, and Sasuke watched in shock as his core members began to slip away, one by one.

He stewed over the betrayal all evening. If his former team members chose not to return, perhaps he never needed them. The new recruits, though still green and needing more training, could take over the simpler tasks. Besides, there was no rule in the Kage Jin’s guidelines explicitly stipulating that contributions had to come from multiple people. If it came down to it, Sasuke would manage on his own.

The following day, Sasuke arrived at the studio to find all his files and work in progress wiped out from his office computer, his cloud access hacked, and all saved progress vanished. Fortunately, Sasuke had learned to take basic precautions early on. He backed up his work and club files on an external drive he carried to school, and on a second drive he updated regularly from his home PC.

There was no doubt to Sasuke about who was behind the sabotage. When he spotted Morio talking to the girls in the classroom, his rage flared beyond control. Eyes darkened by anger, Sasuke lunged at him, gripping his collar, and delivered a swift, decisive punch to his jaw—all in front of Hinata. The shock on her face briefly registered at the back of his mind, slicing through his anger like a shard of ice. 

He clenched his jaw, feeling the sting of the aftermath on his knuckles.

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[daisyishedwig]

So my plan was originally to do these recaps every month, but that didn't happen. So instead, here's a reading recap for the first 6 months of 2024 in which I read 99 books, a concept that is still insane to me considering my goal for the year was 50. Pictured are my highlights, the god-tier books that left me screaming or the ones that I left feeling like a new person.

And here is the full list of everything I've read so far this year. (Bolded are the books pictured and italicised are books reread)

January My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron 4/5 The Seven Husband of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid 5/5 Padawan by Kiersten White 5/5 Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat 5/5 You’re Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron 3/5 The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones 5/5 Teach the Torches to Burn by Caleb Roehrig 5/5 The Star Host Trilogy by F.T. Lukens 5/5 Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa 4/5 Harley Quinn: Die Laughing by Jimmy Palmiotti, Amanda Conner 3/5 Coffee Boy by Austin Chant 5/5 Star Wars: Vader: Dark Visions by Dennis Hopeless 3/5 Caroline’s Heart by Austin Chant 5/5 Stranger Things: Flight of Icarus by Caitlin Schneiderhan 2/5

February Self-Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore 5/5 Pretty Boy by Jett Masterson 1/5 The Prince’s Dearest Guards by Beau Van Dalen 3/5 The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab 5/5 A House Unsettled by Trynne Delaney 3/5 Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid by Ngozi Ukazu 5/5 The Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan 4/5

March  By Any Other Name by Erin Cotter 5/5 From Here to Eternity: Travelling the World to Find the Good Death by Caitlin Doughty 4/5 Family Business by Jonathan Sims 5/5 Hook's Tale: Being the Account of an Unjustly Villainized Pirate Written by Himself by John Leonard Pielmeier 4/5 Mapping the Interior by Stephen Graham Jones 4/5 Ouran High School Host Club by Bisco Hatori 5/5 Peter Darling by Austin Chant 5/5 Night of the Mannequins by Stephen Graham Jones 3/5 Darling by K. Ancrum 5/5

April The Candy Shop War by Brandon Mull 2/5 A Worthy Opponent by Katee Robert 5/5 Circe by Madeline Miller 4/5 The Never King by Nikki St. Crowe 4/5 Ben and Beatriz by Katalina Gamarra 5/5 Hide: The Graphic Novel by Kiersten White 3/5 The Darcy Myth: Jane Austen, Literary Heartthrobs, and the Monsters They Taught Us to Love by Rachel Feder 4/5 The Dark One by Nikki St. Crowe 4/5 Their Vicious Darling by Nikki St. Crowe 4/5 Ledfeather by Stephen Graham Jones 5/5 The Fae Princes by Nikki St. Crowe 4/5

May  Black Butler by Yana Toboso 4/5 The 2000s Made Me Gay: Essays on Pop Culture by Grace Perry 4/5 Pan by Christopher Ruz 3/5 Devourer of Men by Nikki St. Crowe 3/5 The Promised Neverland by Kaiu Shirai and Posuka Demizu 4/5 A Sea of Unfortunate Sould by Jay R. Wolf 3/5 Someone You Can Build A Nest In by John Wiswell 4/5

June The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan 5/5 Red Rising by Pierce Brown 4/5 Neon Gods by Katee Robert 5/5 The Girl From the Well by Rin Chupeco 5/5 The Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan 4/5 What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher 4/5 The Titan’s Curse by Rick Riordan 5/5 Hooked by Emily Mcintire 4/5 Anger is a Gift by Mark Oshiro 5/5 A Spindle Splintered by Alix E. Harrow 5/5 A Thief in the Night by KJ Charles 5/5 How To Bite Your Neighbor and Win A Wager by D.N. Bryn 5/5 His First Bite by D.N. Bryn 5/5 The Lost Boy by Joshua Grant 3/5 Tink and Wendy by Kelly Ann Jacobson 3/5 The Wicker King by K. Ancrum 5/5 Epically Earnest by Molly Horan 4/5 Otherworldly by F.T. Lukens 5/5 White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson 5/5 Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat 5/5 A Mirror Mended by Alix E. Harrow 5/5 Peter Pan in Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean 5/5 Night of the Living Queers: A Queer Horror Anthology 4/5

[rosslynchsslut]

Who's Your Daddy (C.S) PT.1

Summary: Chris gets jealous of how sweet you are to his brothers

A/N: in this, you are always like this to Matt and nick and usually he has no problems, he was just extra moody today.

WARNING: This is a smut, minors DNI

smut smut smut, dom!chris pet names obviously, sub!fem reader, rough sex, slapping, light choking, hair pulling, spiting, spanking, degradation, overstim, edging, the whole thing love y'all

"Y/N! Can you just go preheat the fucking oven!" Nick half screamed, half giggled while he wrestled Matt for the pink rubber spatula to mix the cake batter.

"Nick! Yes I fucking can!" Y/N laughed out matching Nick's energy, easily taking the spatula from both of the boys and handing it to the older. Matt protested that he hadn't gotten a chance to mix the cake batter yet and Nick laughed in his obnoxious "who-the-fuck-cares" way. Matt laughed louder in his face, a mocking manner and dodged the punch from Nick that was weakly thrown in his direction. Chris was standing off to the side nearly out of the cameras frame, arms crossed, eyebrows knit, and jaw tense (future edit material, no doubt). He was obviously upset about something, but no one quite knew what. Nick realized Chris's distance and made an attempt to half cheer him up and get him nearer to the camera for the viewers.

"Chris, get in the camera frame! They can't see you, idiot." Nick yelled a smile splayed on his face, grabbing Chris's arm and pulling him closer into the kitchen. Chris snatched his arm back away from his brother and gave a nasty glare his direction.

"Dude, don't fucking touch me!"

"Jesus, okay!" Nick yelled, pulling his hand back from his brother. "Fucking word, kid," Nick mumbled picking the spatula back up and stirring the cake batter. The action from Nick pissed Chris off further, so he lets out a groan and leans against the fridge, arms till crossed across his chest.

"What is your problem, dude?" Matt questions about Chris's acting up, giggling as Y/N took the hat off of his head and put it on her own backward. She runs a little distance from Matt, both of them laughing as he attempts to snatch his red hat back. Y/N then makes a fist in front of her mouth and play-raps an Eminem song, bending her knees to begin moving up and down.

"Slim Shady fucking who?" Nick yells, cheering on her behaviour while Matt laughs and pushes the hat further on her head to cover her eyes. Chris was grinding his teeth so hard, he was certain to break the entire set as he watched his brothers goof around with his girlfriend. But the last and final straw was when Matt lifted Y/N, HIS girlfriend, up and paraded her around the kitchen while they all sang "The Real Slim Shady". Matt was holding HIS girlfriend, she was in MATT'S hat, and the both Chris and Matt had hard-ons.

"Fuck this." Chris mumbled and left the kitchen and stormed to his room.

"Chris!" The three of them called after Chris as he closed his door slamming it, not even caring that they were still on camera. He heard his two brothers telling their viewers "Chris was tired" and the three of them continued to laugh and enjoy each other's presence.

~l a t e r~

Y/N gently knocked at Chris's door, and let herself in. Chris was lying on his stomach, staring at the wall with twitching eyebrows. Still obviously pissed at the fiasco in the kitchen.

"Hey, baby." Y/N said softly, climbing into the bed next to her boyfriend. She laid down and looked at the back of his head, hands finding a place on the expanse of his back. He didn't say anything, so she decided to speak up. "I'm sorry if we- I upset you, baby. I was just fucking around, babe. You know that I'm close with them like." that. She said in a soft voice, placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder. "You used to like that about me." Chris swiftly turned to face her, so close their noses touched. He gripped her jaw and spoke harshly.

"Fucking around was not what you were doing, you saw Matt's boner." Y/N opened her mouth but Chris cut her off sharply, "Don't fucking lie, Y/N/N." His voice was quiet but threatening as the fingers of his free hand ran up to the sides of her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He smirked at the effect it had on his girlfriend, he loved that he could so easily make her wet and bothered by the simplest touch.

"I am really sorry, baby." Y/N, desperate and needy, leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips, hands going to rest on his shoulders. Chris wasn't having the apology, though. He abruptly pulled away and glared at Y/N. "Fuck sorry, you're gonna have to show me you really mean it." Chris rose from the bed, stripping himself of his shirt. "Take it all off, baby." Chris said as he reseated himself at the edge of the bed. Slowly, she began to strip, shivering a the cold air hitting her chest, nipples becoming perky. She then, circling around to the front of the bed where Chris was sitting, sat on the floor in front of him. Chris wrapped his hand in her soft hair playing with the strands, lightly tugging, earing himself soft whimpers from his girlfriend. "You've been such a bad fucking girl, huh baby?" Y/N smiled up at him and placed her hands on his thighs. Nails running up and down as she lightly scratched in the way she knew her boyfriend went feral for. "Stop." Chris's voice was stern, as he gave a harsh tug to Y/N's hair.

"Hmmph," she whined out at the sting in her scalp.

"Did I say you could fucking touch me, pretty? Hmm?" She shook her head, and he scoffed releasing her hair. "Lay on my lap, baby. Ass up." Y/N did as she was told, adrenaline and nerves coursing through her body fueling the wetness in her panties. "Wanna be a bad girl so bad, huh?" Chris chuckled darkly, slowly sliding you sweatpants and panties down you legs. His large, warm hands ran over her smooth ass, squeezing the flesh occasionally. "Wanna be a brat?" He asked a meaningless question, his hand coming down on Y/N's ass cheek harshly. The slap practically echoing through the quiet room.

"Ahh," a moan flying from Y/N's lips that was a result of the beautiful pleasure/pain sensation.

"God," slap "You're a fucking" slap "Slut, huh?" Slap, slap. "Right baby?" The room was filled with her pathetic whines and cries as Chris continued to dish out her punishment. "Wanna fuck around with Matt huh? I bet you wanted to fuck him so bad." Chris's voice was cruel and unforgiving as his hand repeatedly came down on your ass. He rubbed you, soothing the growing pain for only a little bit. "Who's your daddy? Huh, pretty?" A choked sob fell from his girlfriend, an answer he wasn't satisfied with. "I asked you a goddamn. Question. Y/N." His slaps came down harder than before, causing Y/N to squirm and yell. "Who's your daddy?"

"You! You!" Tears welled up in her eyes, the pain almost too much.

"Yeah? Huh?" Chris egged on, her cries stroking his ego (and his dick).

"you, daddy! F-fuck! Only you!" She screamed out, her ass red from the constant abuse it was receiving. Chris's hand stroked over her sore bare ass, trying to subside the pain he knew she loved.

"Yeah, s'right. Now, get ready because I'm not near down with you, pretty."

[autumn--eliot]

2024 Mid-Year Book Tag

1. Best book you’ve read so far in 2023.

Moby Dick was by far the best book I’ve read this year as well as probably the best book I’ve read ever. It was a unique reading experience and there were so many parts when I was just transfixed by what I was reading.

2. Best sequel you've read so far in 2023.

I really enjoyed Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat. I’m not usually a big fantasy reader these days but I couldn’t put this story down.

3. Favourite re-read.

I reread Normal People this year and loved it more than the first time I read it.

4. New release you haven't read yet, but want to.

I don’t read a lot of new releases, but I have Sociopath by Patric Gagne on hold from the library and I’m very interested in that.

5. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year.

False Bodies by J.R. McConvey is set in Newfoundland (where I live) and its horror that involves squids so I’m very intrigued.

6. Biggest disappointment.

As the Wicked Watch by Tamron Hall. I didn’t have particularly high expectations but this was one of the most poorly written books I’ve ever read.

7. Biggest surprise.

The Terror by Dan Simmons. I worried it was going to be dry but I ended up being heavily invested in it. More importantly, it created a two-month long hyperfixation on the Franklin Expedition wherein I proceeded to read three non-fiction books on the topic.

8. Favourite new author. (Debut or new to you)

I really, really enjoyed My Last Innocent Year by Daisy Alpert Florin so I definitely want to check out anything else she writes.

9. Newest favourite character.

Definitely Ishmael from Moby Dick.

10. Book that made you cry.

Overall, I didn't love The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah but a few begrudging tears did slip out at the end.

11. Book that made you happy.

Drowned Country by Emily Tesh was very cute.

12. Most beautiful book you've bought so far this year (or received)

May We Be Spared to Meet on Earth is a collection of letters from members of the Franklin Expedition. Haunting to read and the book is beautiful to look at.

13. What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

There's nothing I really need to read but here are some I am looking forward to picking up before the year is over:

Lapvona by Otessa Moshfeg

Bright Young Women by Jesscia Knoll

A Dowry of Blood by S. T. Gibston

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

Death Valley by Melissa Broder

Dark Archive by Megan Rosenbloom

The Red Parts by Maggie Nelson

[accidentalspaceexplorer]

September Monthly Recap

I read so many books in September, entirely because of Magical Readathon - it's so fun and motivating! Total I ended up with 27 books read, 1 of which was a DNF. My favorite this month was 100% Long Live Evil, which I'm still vibrating about two weeks later.

Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch: 4.5/5

The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch: 4.5/5

Paladin's Faith by T. Kingfisher: 5/5

Fence, Vol. 1 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

Fence, Vol. 2 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

Fence, Vol. 3 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

Fence, Vol. 4 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

The View from Rainshadow Bay by Colleen Coble: 2.5/5

Ten Ways to be Adored When Landing a Lord by Sarah MacLean: 4/5

The 5th Gender by Gail Carriger: 2/5

The Element of Fire by Martha Wells: 4.5/5

King of Battle and Blood by Scarlett St. Clair: 4.25/5

Fence, Vol. 5 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

This Could Be Us by Kennedy Ryan: 5/5

Lies Sleeping by Ben Aaronovitch: 4.75/5

Friends Without Benefits by Penny Reid: 2/5

The Stardust Grail by Yume Kitasei: 4.5/5

Flying Witch, Vol. 1 by Chihiro Itazuki: 3/5

A Line in the World by Dorthe Nors: 4/5

Reverb by Anna Zabo: 3.5/5

Lady Eve's Last Con by Rebecca Fraimow: 4.75/5

Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan: 5/5

Fence, Vol. 6 by C.S. Pacat & others: 4/5

Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott: 3.5/5

The Disasters by M.K. England: 3/5

The Snow Queen by Joan D. Vinge: 3.75/5

The Social Animal by David Brooks: 1.5/5, dnf very early on

The Spellshop by Sarah Beth Durst: 4/5

Goals under cut:

Complete series: -1 for the year (+1)

Catch up on backlists: 29 (+2)

Read FIYAH/Nebula/Hugo finalists & awards: 10 books (+1)

Read down TBR: at end of September it’s 1549 (+3 is not too bad!)

Read old top-of-TBR list: 5 (+1)