#the audio could've been better

[not-5-rats]

I accidently called Bodie 'Dad' when talking to my friend yesterday...so here's Bug repeating my mistakes

There's totally not angst at the end...nah I'm so sweet..I would never do that :3

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"I'd be proud to have a kid like you"

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Bug was...a bit off to say the least, the pain from their broken leg had gotten so bad that Bodie offered them a mix of herbs that wouldn't only relive some pain but also..ehm...distract them. So they were laying on Marcos bed, their healed leg hanging slightly off it as they stared at the ceiling, those bloody herbs had made them feel so distant yet so bloody emotional, they'd never had this many thoughts and feelings before. Their mind began to drift to where they were, they'd been here for a while, they'd been in Bodies care for quite some time and they couldn't help but feel some sort of love towards him. Not the ooey crush sort of love, but a familiar sort of love, like he's cared for them since they were young, as though they'd known him forever, they'd always admired him. Bug spent hours laying there, memories of their childhood flashed through their head...except it wasn't them and their parents...it was Bodie there instead, they tried to shrug it off as some herb induced weird dream but deep down they knew there was something deeper to these weird ass thoughts

Before they could think through what their thoughts meant a large figure entered the room:

"How you doin' Bug? Leg still botherin' you?"

Bugs eyes lazily fell from the ceiling onto the gator that came into view, a small smile creeped onto their face as they shook their head...well almost, they didn't really move much but Bodie seemed to understand

"That's good, Timmy said he'd come by later to check on you so I'm going off for a bit. D'you need anything before I go?"

They pushed up against the bed frame in an attempt to sit, as they managed to get up they tilted their head slightly, thinking for a moment before responding, due to the herbs though speaking was a bit...difficult,

"Hmm no don't ink so!"

"A'right guess I'll be going then, if anything happens just shout, should be able to hear you"

Bodie made his way back to the door and as he pushed it open he froze as Bug yelled from their resting place

"'anks Dad! See you la-"

It took them both a moment to realise what Bug had said, but as soon as they noticed Bug felt like a complete idiot. Their head fell into their hands as they felt themself burn up slightly, they tried to mumble out an apology but their word were still sloppy so it wasn't very...understandable. They kept grumbling into their hands till they felt the bed underneath them shift as Bodie sat beside them, a rough hand placed om their shoulder, their hands remained up as a shield for their face as Bodie began to speak,

"It was a...simple mistake Bug, no need to be embarrassed"

He chuckled slightly yet Bug still refused to show their face, so Bodie decided to change his tone slightly

"Y'know...I wouldn't mind having you as my kid, if anything I'd be proud to have a kid like you"

He smiled down at them as Bug slowly moved their hands from their eyes, they stared up at him, a slight smile returning to their face as Bodies hand moved from their shoulder to wrap gently around them

"...really?"

"Of course Bug, I'm proud of you even if you ain't my kid"

They smiled up at him before resting their head on his shoulder, he held them for a minute, feeling a need deep in his heart to protect the young person. They may not be related by blood but in his eyes this was his child, he loved them and he'd care for them for as long as he could

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...

...

...turns out he wouldn't have to care for them for much longer...

Bodie now sat, once again on Marcos bed, a dull Bug laying beside him. Blood stained their entire being, their eyes were barely open as they gazed wearily up at him, they could barely move as they felt gallons of blood pouring from their body yet they were still smiling

Bodie was frantically trying to patch up their wounds, there had been a huge accident as they tried to save Timmy, they had all gotten out...but Bug wasn't doing too well. Their leg was gone and they were covered head to heel in gashes. Their life was fading right there, Bodie could see them leaving him, he could see them go, it shattered his heart...yet he couldn't let himself give up yet

"Don't worry Bug, you're gonna be alright, I'm gonna make sure you're alright"

Bug smiled weakly up at him, they let out a sigh as their hand struggled to reach his but when it finally did they began to speak, their voice quiet and trembling

"It's okay...Timmy made it back..we did it...are...are you proud of me...Dad?"

They chuckled...well breathed in a laugh-ey manner causing Bodie to smile slightly, he could tell it was too late, they both knew there wasn't anything they could do, they just had to accept that...Bug was going to go soon...they couldn't stop it. With tears in his eyes Bodie stopped wrapping them up to gently cup their face,

"Of course I am Bug...I'm so proud...so proud to have a kid like you"

With that Bugs eyes fell shut, their breathing stopped...and they were gone. Bodie felt their life leave the room, he felt all the joy he'd had in their time together vanish in that moment their body remained but Bug was long gone. He held their face, their time together may not have been long but he'd cared for them, like he cared for Timmy, they were his child....and now they were gone

He held them gently, like a fragile flower as he stared at the them. His smile remained as he gently kissed their forehead and lay them back on the bed. He'd lay them in the ground to rest soon...but for now he had to leave, he couldn't bear to see this anymore. Even though they'd passed Bodie knew for the rest of his days he'd be proud of them, even as they faded from his memory he'd be proud of them, and in his dying days he'd keep his pride for them close to his heart. They were his child and he was extremely proud of them

[x-lovely]

i came to a cheerleader getting her clit licked with a finger in her pussy and ass. anyways, good night i’m gonna be so dead for work tomorrow 

[starpros-sunshine]

Also I have to confess when Eichi does the the "I've heard usually people do this and this" or anything in that vein as a statement it's so real to me

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Also comparing Jason's trauma to a scab doesn't really help with your point. If it was a wound that scabbed over that Bruce suddenly ripped off that's not a good thing (acknowledged in story) but like. Leaving the scab alone is what you're meant to do here. You can make it heal faster with like a bandage and some gel if you want. But generally you just leave it alone. Dick why are you picking at it again

I dont understand this metaphor

[silvergyus]

this kind of fits in with your rockstar txt concept a little bit idk but studio sex with producer!beomgyu and singer!reader. idk it's been on my mind for a while and I feel like you get it

ahhh!!! what a delicious concept I feel like I could've gone in 10 different directions for this one (which is why it took a while). I hope you like it 🩷🩷🩷

pairing: producer!beomgyu x singer!reader

summary: the recording process comes with a few rewards, including but not limited to: global success, awards and accolades, and some special attention from your producer

warnings: afab reader (no prounouns used)/ cockwarming/ vague mention of consensual sexual audio recording/ lil bit of pinching/ use of "baby" for reader

word count: 600+

“Right there. Listen to those drums in the back.” Your producer points out the rhythmic beat supporting your newest track. It’s the kind of beat that makes you want to sway your hips and dance- which makes it even harder to sit still on his lap.

You’ve been working with Beomgyu for years. All your favorite songs were produced by him here, in his small, cozy studio. You’ve been here a lot lately, logging hours in the recording booth and hours on the studio couch. Sometimes Beomgyu plays you the tracks, asks you what sound you’re envisioning and explains his thought process. Sometimes he plays with your pussy, laying you out on the worn cushions, eating you out until all you can say is his name. Sometimes- like right now- he does both.

Beomgyu leans forward to turn a dial on the giant board of knobs and switches, turning up the volume so you can better hear the intricacies of the mix. His movement drives his cock deeper into you, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

“Shhh, baby. Listen.” His voice ghosts over the shell of your ear as his fingers pinch at the soft skin of your inner thigh. You can’t help but twitch away from the teasing, moving yourself again on his dick, growing even wetter and more impatient as you wait for him to finish the playthrough and just fuck you already.

This is his favorite game to play. He loves to tease you with his fingers, get you so worked up and wet, then slip you onto his cock, sit back in his producer’s chair, and play you your album. If you bounce or grind your hips, he starts over from the beginning. It drives you crazy every time, makes you desperate, pleading with him not to pause, to play at two-times speed. That worked once- you’d asked to see what a sped-up tiktok version would sound like and he obliged. Instead torturing you to cum again and again bent over the mixing board after he guessed what you were up to.

His fingers find your clit, drawing large circles around it so that only the faintest of sensations register where you want it. “Final track baby. Think you can be good?”

You nod, desperate for the final, four-minute ballad to play through. You curse yourself for wanting to go all-out for this track. It was heaven when you recorded vocals last week, a rush of accomplishment and achievement. Now, it was hell to wade through as you forced yourself to sit still, Beomgyu’s perfect cock so hard inside you, filling you up perfectly.

The track ends, fading away to the piano melody that loops perfectly into the same melody at the beginning of the first track. If you were in your right headspace you’d note how skilled of a producer Beomgyu is, how he perfectly executed your vision and sonically expressed your emotions. But all you could think about as the final notes played out was how desperate you were to get well and truly fucked.

“So did you like it?” He twitches his hips up slightly to push into you.

“Obviously.” He rolls them again, welcome friction against your walls.

“What did you like specifically?” He was toying with you now, and you weren’t going to have it.

“I’ll tell you the specifics after you make me cum.” You turned as best you could on his lap, gazing up into his dark brown eyes.

He kisses your cheek, humming. “Hmm, deal.”

The red “recording in progress” light flashes on outside the studio doors as Beomgyu begins to snap his hips up into yours, holding you tight as he takes out the album length’s worth of pent-up need into your soaked pussy.

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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[rat-boii]

Found this audio like a year ago and immediately thought of them, then y'know procrastinated on actually drawing for said year, and now it's done! Could've been edited better, but I was lazy ♡

[teamfreewill2pointo]

Tumblr won't let me share the audio clip of Misha answering the last question from Crossroads, so here's a transcript.

[Fan] Um, it's kind of about Destiel so - [Misha] Perfect last question really

[Fan]So there's a show called 911 and - It's about firefighters and it's been going on for about seven seasons now. And recently in seven seasons it moved networks from Fox to ABC. And um, one of the main characters, he's a man named Buck and- he kissed another man and it's been said that by the actor who plays Buck on the previous network Fox, they wouldn't have been able to do that. So when they moved, they thought, okay, we can do it now because it's on a different network. So my question is, do you think if Supernatural had a new networks earlier on, or if the show was made later something like this could have happened between Dean and Cas? [Misha] If think that if the CW- [Fan 2] Fuck them! [Misha] had not been- Had not been so homophobic- [Audience cheers] [Misha] Dean and Cas would have been balls deep. [Audience cheers] [Rob] I think you just made a headline. [Audience cheers and laughs]

[Misha] I will tell you- I will answer that question um- in- in part earnest. I, I think that there's been a sea change in culture um broadly. When I joined Supernatural and- and- Destiel became this very like hush-hush thing on the internet that we weren't even supposed to talk about. Um, there was no way on God's green earth that anything like it, uh, a consummation of that kind of relationship would make it to the screen on our show. And by the end of the series, we had lasted for so long that the culture had changed and there had become an acceptance of the possibility that that kind of, like, Declaration of Love could happen. Um, I- I- I mean... When I was growing up, um, we used the word f*g as a filler all the time. It was like, just want to insult one another, and f*g, homo, like, that's what everyone was saying in elementary school. My kids see two dads or two moms dropping their peers off at school and it does not faze them at all. And there's none of that language in their schools. Now, I know that [Audience claps and I can't understand a few words due to clapping] we're decades away from eliminating homophobia in our society. But we've come so far and so I think the answer to your question is, yes, like had to show happened later on and had another 10 years to evolve who- who knows what could've happened. Um, I think that there would have been a lot more representation on the show, in general. We would have had more female directors. We would have had more female leads on the show. We would have had more people of color. A lot of things would have been different on the show, um, if it had just been 10 years later. Um, and there- and of course, like you know, the pendulum always swings. There's always a reaction to Evolution and, you know, in our country, we have the far right emerging and Neo-Nazis like, honestly taking, you know, like, seats of power and potentially, you know, for a second time, the presidency. It's- It's a pretty scary time.

[Rob] Book burning happening, you know? [Misha] What's that? [Rob] And book burning happening. [Misha] Yeah [Rob] You know, watching the show too- watching the rewatch podcast that I do with Rich, like- [Cheers] You see how much things have changed. There are certain things in the show where like, oh, then you wouldn't do that now. You know? [Rob] Like they use the word bitch all the time in the show and it's like- eugh- a little cringy, right? You know. [Misha] Yeah. Um, a lot of- there were a lot of things that we did that I don't think would stand the test of time at all now. But, um, we try to be better. [Rob] Also, I would just say, like, one thing I love about these rooms that this- this, um, family that we're here, in the Supernatural family, is like everybody is welcome and everybody's okay whoever you are, whatever you are, however you are- like, it's this is a safe space.

ETA: so it turns out that the enforcement at Starfury is different than the rules at jibcon or CE and I will not be sharing the audio clip. Jibcon officially has a no recording rule, which almost everyone in fandom ignores. Starfury is different.

[antianakin]

What if, instead of an Ahsoka and Obi-Wan age swap where Ahsoka still somehow goes through the Wrong Jedi arc exactly the way it happened because "Jedi Council Bad," it goes the OPPOSITE way?

What if Ahsoka does still end up getting framed for a Temple bombing, but this time, because she's literally a Jedi Master on the fucking Council, she has the ability to NOT do the stupidest thing possible in her situation?

What if she sees that key card left for her and immediately realizes it's a trap and just... doesn't use it? The clones are attacked and as they try to figure out who's done it, they see Master Ahsoka still in her cell, meditating, a key card sitting outside of her cell within arm's reach. I imagine the CG's interrogation of her goes a little like this:

"Where did this come from?" "Probably the person trying to frame me for murder." "Why would they give you a way to escape?" "Probably because it would make me look REALLY guilty of a crime I didn't commit and cause everybody to use up all of their resources to chase me instead of tracking down the real criminal."

And like. The camera in the cell might have lost audio at some point, but it didn't lose VISUAL so they can always go back and check and see that Ahsoka never left it during the time period when the clones were being attacked.

Even if she DID murder Letta, even if she somehow WAS in on the Temple bombing, there's clearly another person out there still to find, and that brings up a lot of questions without answers and no real conclusive proof that Ahsoka actually did anything wrong or was involved in the bombing, so there's no leverage that Tarkin and Palpatine can use to force the Council to expel one of their own in order to put her on trial. This gives the COUNCIL leverage because now they can demand that any kind of trial or sentence wait until they've caught this other person and found more conclusive evidence. It's VERY easy for the Council to stand behind Ahsoka because she's MAKING it easy.

And instead of having to spend all of their time chasing after Ahsoka, people like Anakin and Plo Koon can actually try to figure out the real culprit. In canon, it takes Anakin all of like... a few hours to manage this after Ahsoka is captured, but he has to spend a few DAYS trying to chase her down. Imagine what they could've done if they weren't stuck chasing a false lead?

Padawan Ahsoka does all of the stupidest possible things for her to do in the Wrong Jedi arc. I'd like to think in an AU where she's earned Mastery and been judged worthy of a seat on the Council, she'd be less stupid in the same situation.

Master Ahsoka is framed, yes, but she never gets expelled from the Order and therefore never chooses to leave it, either.

Because Master Ahsoka would've presumably been trained by Qui-Gon Jinn, not Anakin Skywalker, and while Qui-Gon was willing to butt heads with the Council, he didn't DISTRUST them or keep secrets from them or believe himself better than them. Master Ahsoka is a true Jedi, one not poisoned by Palpatine through Anakin's training of her. Master Ahsoka never has any reason to feel like no one would ever believe in her innocence. The Council would've literally proven how much they believe in her just by giving her the rank of Master and asking her to serve on the Council at all. She trusts her fellow Jedi, she trusts the Council, and she trusts the will of the Force, and that pays off for her.

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Vivzepop will always be the biggest issue with her own show if she doesn't change. And i'm not saying that because I desperately want to shit on her but rather because it's so clear that her attitude is what made Hazbin Hotel be so dissapointing after the long wait. The pilot released four years ago and Viv had these characters for much longer than that. One could assume that with this much time on her hands she would have a concise plan for how a series of her story would play out (I can imagine that having an own show is a dream for lots of creative people out there). And I get that that plan might get screwed up by a shorter episode count then expected, but she should be the one who knows her story best and who should know what stuff could also be cut out. The first season of Hazbin Hotel is so incredibly overstuffed with characters and plot that it completely looses the main premise the show was originally pitched with (the idea of a hotel were sinners are redeemed. As it is now the hotel is really not important at all). People have talked endlessly about how Viv can't handle criticism and it really sucks because criticism is one of the best ways to improve your writing, drawings, music etc. Without criticism you won't refine the thing you're working on in a meaningful way. Of course it feels bad when you put something out there you wanted to share and then people critique it, but that's part of pretty much every creative journey, or atleast it should be and Vivzepop shouldn't get a pass from this just because she doesn't like it. And there are great shows, movies or books that are rarely or almost never criticised. But the artists behind these works probably went trough years of honing what they do by being criticised for the stuff they put out. And I don't want to say that Vivzepop didn't work hard to make Hazbin Hotel, but it is hard to claim that she improves in her craft, when everytime someone says they don't like her show she throws a hissy fit. She wants the same reactions that these other amazing pieces of media get without ever listening to criticism. Which she sees as a personal attack rather than a tool that could help her to achieve the same level of writing prowess the creators behind media like that have. She believes she is already on the same level as them, just because she basically shuts anyone out who disagrees with her. There's this clip at the end of a Drew Gooden Video which I think sums up the situation with Viv pretty good (the Video is called "Leaving the YouTube Bubble"). He is talking about Lily Singh and her talk show but I feel like a lot of the stuff he says about handling criticism applies to Vivzepop as well.

(you might have to turn up the audio).

Unprofessional behaviour like that might be excusable when the creator is pretty young or they are interacting with publicity for the first time really. But neither of that applies to Viv. And Hazbin Hotel isn't just an indie animation pilot on youtube anymore. It's now a fully realized show created with a pretty prominent studio on a major streaming network and it should be held to the same standards as other shows or movies alike (not saying indie animation or animation on youtube doesn't have a standard but with more budget and support, there's obviously going to be different expectations for the show now). There have been issues in Helluva Boss and the Hazbin Hotel pilot ever since their release which could've been handled with more time and the new show. But Vivzepop shows time and time again that she isn't willing to listen to people who criticise her, which could actually lead to her show getting better. I don't like Viv or her work a lot. I think she is incredibly unprofessional and she has done her fair share of questionable or problematic stuff, which often leads to issues in her shows. There have been some characters I like, some songs or scenes that were pretty well done, very cool animation and an actually interesting premise on paper in HH and HB. There are things that make me come back to these shows to watch the next episode. And i'm obviously passionate enough about these shows to make whole posts about what I think was done badly and what could be changed. But for the aspects of HH or HB I enjoy, there are soo many more problems I have with it. Problems that won't go away unless Viv stops seeing every criticism as a personal attack. Because if Vivzepop doesn't stop acting like her writing is some unreachable stuff that needs no changes I don't really see a point in assuming that these shows will ever get better.

[zsakuva]

Hey Saku! I had a question about the dialogue for your audios. I’ve always thought your writing, banter, and conversations you’ve made between the characters and listeners seem so realistic! I just wanted to know how you’ve been able to do it so fluidly. Is it simply a matter of practice? Or has watching movies/tv made it easier to imagine? As a writer I’m curious! 🩵

Thank you!

It is absolutely a matter of practice.

TV shows and movies can't get you anywhere because when dialogue appears, more often than not it's between two people you can hear. Meanings and subtext are much easier to insert because the words used are carefully chosen, and the audience can hear all sides. I'll give a very simple example.

Person A: Where did you go? Person B: I went to the market. Person A: Oh. What did you get? Person B: A bushel of apples for £5. Person A: That's it? Bloody hell, the prices have gone up. Last time I went, I could've bought a pie as well for that price. That's a rip-off, that is!

For two characters that can be heard, this is fine. But if Person B was the Listener, the audience misses out on vital information: where they were, what they bought, and how much they spent.

When writing from a second POV, it gets tricky. Conversations breathe, speed up and slow down depending on what takes precedence either for the story or the characters. If I wanted to change the above example to suit audio roleplay, it could be this:

Person A: Where did you go? Person B: I went to the market. Person A: Oh, to the market? What did you get? Person B: A bushel of apples for £5. Person A: You only got a bushel of apples for £5? Bloody hell, the prices have gone up. Last time I went, I could've bought a pie as well for that price. That's a rip-off, that is!

This gives the audience the unsaid information, but it's too on the nose. Repeating the Listener's dialogue is like spoon-feeding the audience. I do use it sparingly, but omit it where possible; what I've learnt is that information said by the Listener doesn't have to be immediately repeated. Structuring dialogue can be like a puzzle, and the audience can piece that puzzle together. One way I could write it is:

Person A: Where did you go? Person B: I went to the market. Person A: Oh. What did you get? Person B: A bushel of apples for £5. Person A: That's all you got for £5? Last time I went to the market, I could've bought the apples and a pie for that price!

This is a little more concise, and gives all the relevant information said by Person B. Also, I removed 'Bloody hell, the prices have gone up' and 'That's a rip-off, that is' because Person A is already inferring that, so there's no need to say it.

Of course, there are many exceptions to this kind of guideline depending on the character you write and the story! I'll give one example.

Person A: Where did you go? Person B: I went to the market. Person A: Why are you back so early then? Person B: Well... Person A: Please tell me you didn't go to the new lake market instead. You didn't buy anything... did you? Person B: I bought a bushel of apples for £5. Person A: …You spent the last £5 you had on a bushel of apples? You could've bought a pie too for that price at Mayva's stall!

The context here is different, but the scene allows for a natural repetition of dialogue. It also infers that the new market is probably expensive, and their usual market—a frequented one as Person A knows the vendor's name—is further away.

My audios aren't as realistic as I would like them to be as I need to write around these hurdles, but that also becomes a fun challenge. Though the Listener can't be heard, they are still speaking, so it's paramount that information isn't lost in the void, and I always need to check before I'm happy with the script.

The more you do it, the better you become. Practice makes progress!

[prettyboyrry]

hi!! i’m so so sorry i haven’t posted any content in a week but i’m back :)) i totally did not expect you guys to like that last one as much as you did but i appreciate it so much. this one is actually based off of an audio from my absolute favorite nsfw va ever so please please please go listen to it before you read. i kind of did some things different just for fun but the concept was too good not to write about. hope you enjoy<3 below is gonna be a link to jupiters audio :)

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I flinch as the same stupid jump scare pops up as the last 15. If you told me this morning instead of having a chill day to recharge and cuddle with my beautiful girlfriend I'd be sitting in a movie theater watching a movie she was oh so excited to see that it deterred her from cuddling with me, I'd be pissed.

Which I fucking am. I'm sitting with my arms crossed, my lips in a pout and my eyebrows furrowed together just to make it all the more dramatic. This isn't even that aggravating I just wanna make her feel good so we can go home and she can hold me like I deserve after being so good for her all week.

"What's the matter baby?" I'm snapped out of my angered internal rant by abby's sexy raspy voice I have to pretend doesn't affect me so I can keep up my act. It's so hard when she's looking at me with that smirk on her face that makes my cheeks warm up.

"Nothing." I grumble, not very politely might I add. I can see her intake a deep breath trying to calm herself before she answers me. My attitude clearly being uncalled for. I know this isn't as big of a deal as I'm making it but I just want her attention so bad I'm losing it.

"You wanna try that again?" She asks. I flit my eyes over to her to check her demeanor and she's becoming more and more aggravated with me by the second which is valid I'm getting snappy with her but it's for a good reason. Kind of.

"Nope i'm good." I reassure her but she doesn't miss the way I roll my eyes at the end for good measure. I just want her to fucking touch me at this point it's what I've been craving all week but all she wants is to see a dumbass movie we could've watched in the comfort of our own home instead we're now surrounded by a bunch of college students who had nothing better to do.

"I really hope that it's just because it's dark in here i just saw your eyes roll" she assures me "because you would never ever be that rude to me right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" i whisper to her,"just shut up and watch your movie you care about oh so much"

She raises her eyebrows at what I've just said to her. I'm practically shaking at what's to come. The anticipation is killing me. Is she gonna let us go home? Keep watching the movie? Or mayb-

My internal rambles are cut off by her snaking her hand between my thighs and cupping my heat. I bring my hand down to the arm of my chair and grip it tightly. The feeling of her large hand on my clothed cunt are nothing short of orgasmic.

"You know" she starts, leaning over whispering into my ear "I've been teasing you all week waiting for you to get this needy. I saw your puppy dog eyes when i came in from work waiting to be fucked like the good girl you are and knew I had to mess with you. I don't wanna see this stupid ass movie"

My breathing hitches when I feel her pull down my panties from under my skirt and the cold air hits my pussy. I groan watching her slide my panties into her pocket.

"But what I do wanna see, is you try to keep quiet while i fuck you around all of these people." She says in a husky voice that's making me practically drool.

I gasp at the revelation and that's when I finally notice the shape of her strap sitting pretty in her grey sweatpants. I squeeze my eyes shut when she starts to use her thumb to rub circles onto my clit not starting off slow at all but going at a pace that's making me soaking wet. I let out a strained whimper but remember where we are so I quickly jerk my head over to her and shove my face into her neck leaving hot kisses to try and quiet myself.

"Fuck, you're so hot" she groans,"I'm gonna put my fingers in now okay?"

"yes yes mhm," i cry pathetically to her, feeling so embarrassed at how worked up i already am.

"I bet they're gonna slide right in at how fucking soaked you are" she practically laughs at me "such a whore, hm?"

I nod frantically grabbing onto her bicep hoping she gets the memo and puts her fingers inside me.

"nuh uh" she tutts "when I ask a question you answer it"

"Yes yes abby i'm your whore, all yours" i whine," please."

"shhh" she says "need you to be quiet baby, I know you're needy but do you want everyone to know that you're my little whore?"

"Actually, don't answer that" she rephrases, knowing what my answer was gonna be.

I go to make a snarky remark but am cut off when she skips warming me up and slams two fingers into me.

"oh god please" I don't even know what I'm begging for at this point I just want her.

My brain has turned into complete mush because all I can think about is the way she's curling her fingers just right into the spot that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my teeth biting into my lip so hard I can feel myself bleeding a bit.

I cry out desperately when a particularly harsh thrust is delivered and I let my pitiful moans out.

I whip my head up when she stops thrusting her fingers into me to see her practically seething at me.

"Your moans are for me and for me only" she orders,"so what's the issue hm?"

"i know i know m'sorry" I apologize "i'm trying to stay quiet but I can't"

"fix it" she says very sternly.

"yes ma'am" i respond politely.

I immediately fuck up when she slips her fingers back into me with no warning so of course I let out a small moan I couldn't mask. She smirks knowing I was gonna do that and looks up at me darkly.

"poor baby, doesn't know how to listen" she says in a sweet tone but what she's about to do to me is everything but sweet, "it's okay honey, I'll help with that."

Before I can ask what she's gonna do, two fingers get shoved down my throat.

"Since you don't know how to be quiet I'm gonna do it for you huh baby" she asks, knowing I can't answer.

She continues what she's doing under my skirt but instead of just pumping her fingers at an incomprehensible pace, she adds her thumb, continuing the circle motion she was doing on my clit earlier. The combination of the two makes me double over gripping the arms of my theater chair tightly trying to get some type of leverage.

The erotic feeling of this combined with that fact that we could get caught at any moment makes my let out a shaken moan into her fingers that are covered in my saliva. My abdomen begins to tighten when she continues hitting that same spot inside of me that makes me scream. I've had some of the most life altering orgasms when I'm with her but this time it feels completely different.

"mm i-" i try to speak to her through the fingers that i mine as well be choking on with a frantic look on my face at the feeling that's washing over me.

"I know I know lovie," she hums working me through it,"just let it happen"

I nod at her, feeling safe.

"fuck fuck I'm coming, oh my god please" i chant out a mantra of her name and curses as a feeling hits me I've never felt before all at once. My body is twitching all over and my legs are shaking so violently in my seat that she lays her arm across them so no one notices. The feeling that's happening in my stomach is making hot tears stream down my cheeks.

"holy fuck that was hot" she says gruffly after I come down from the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

I look down to find a small puddle of my orgasm in the seat below me realizing that I just-

"I've never made you squirt before what the fuck" abby is looking at me astonished.

"I made a mess" i look at her with a pout slightly embarrassed at this new experience but also feeling like I'm on cloud nine.

"mhm," she hums, pulling me onto her lap facing her "and you're gonna make another one on my lap."

I'm caught off guard when she slides her sweats down just enough to where her dick comes out of her pants. She grabs onto it sliding it back and forth on my sensitive folds making me shudder. I remember we're in a movie theater when she grabs the blanket we brought with us and places it over the both of us to cover the lewd scene happening underneath.

"Can't have everyone seeing your pretty little ass grind on my cock now can we?" she questions me.

"no abby" i whine, "may I have a kiss"

"Of course you can angel" she smiles leaning in planting a long, loving kiss on my lips that reassures me that we're both on the same page and I'm always safe with her.

"Now be good for me and fuck yourself on my cock" she orders, to which I immediately comply to.

I grab onto her shoulders for leverage and bounce lightly up and down onto her to get any sort of friction getting rid of the achy feeling in my tummy from how much I've wanted her.

"The next time you think about being a little cunt to me instead of telling me what you need" she punctuates her sentence by thrusting up into me very harshly making me bite down on her shoulder "I hope you remember how hard it's been to stay quiet in a movie theater and how if you would've just asked for what you wanted at home I would've given it to you and more"

I continue grinding fast and hard on her lap feeling her cock bulge out of my tummy at the angle.

"m'sorry just want you now please" i whine into her ear.

"I know you are baby, it's okay" she reassures me.

My orgasm is coming much faster than the first one due to how sensitive I am so all I need are a few more thrust before that familiar feeling in my belly starts to form.

"god i can hear how soaked you are over the movie" she whispers into my ear trailing hot kisses down my neck. I gasp out into the air when I'm hit with a harsh thrust from her and her very last kiss lands on my boob where she stays, sucking and biting down softly creating bright red hickies.

This is all I need before I'm thrashing against her begging for mercy as she notices my lack of grinds, taking over and fucking up into me clearly not caring about the people around us helping me ride my orgasm out.

"abby, fuck, they're gonna hear me" i cry to her.

"shhh it's ok darling keep going" she hushes me bring her hand down between us rubbing my clit in circles as my orgasm ends making my legs shake in overstimulation.

I freeze when I hear a voice other than abby's but before I can look my head is being covered by a blanket.

"Is she alright" the other voice asks.

"yeah she's fine" abby says in a bored tone clearly pissed we were interrupted.

"just checking" the person says to which abby hums to.

"thanks" is all I hear from her before the person's footsteps lightly fade away.

Abby lifts the blanket from my head smoothing back my hair and pecking my lips three times.

"round three at home?"

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i wrote this half asleep so really hoping i don’t regret publishing this tomorrow but bye bye ily mwahh

[washerpizza]

After months of anxiety and procrastination, I finally got it done.

Yes the audio sounds low quality, it could've been a bit better if I had better stuff

What do you think @lilybug-02 ? I'm possibly going to post it on YouTube in a day or 2, so I'd love some feedback.

Also, how was your Halloween?

[essenteez]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 || s e o n g h w a

"Not all mistakes have negative outcome."

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : Your mindlessness got you in serious trouble as you accidentally sent a forbidden picture of yourself to none other than Park Seonghwa - your brother's best friends that you don't really know. He, being the responsible man he is, wants to make sure you learn the lesson to always check things twice before doing them.

𝐏����𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Seonghwa x (f)reader named Alani cause I hate y/n with passion

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, one-shot

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, masturbation, toys, pet names, mdom, mouthfuck, marking, pussy slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, orgasm control, punishment, dick riding, choking, possessiveness, doggy style, double penetration. anal penetration, slut calling, creampie, aftercare.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 8k

The overtaking lust made you see everything in red today. The neediness that had been blooming fast since the morning was at its peak now in the late evening. You tried to control it at work but your focus stayed closed to all the sexual fantasies forming in your corrupted mind. You had to hold back needy whimpers at every movement while sitting on a chair or in your car seat, that was how sensitive you were. Impatient hands kept wandering to your thighs and unconsciously stroke them until you came back to your senses and jolted them back on the desk.

Now laying on your bed, naked and hot you were only adding the fuel to the fire, devouring you like hellfire. Whimpering at the twisted nipples between your fingers. Moaning at the toy stretching your needy walls. All of it while listening to audio made especially for needy, lonely women like you.

It was not enough.

You were doomed. There was no way you could've put out the destructive flames with your own efforts. Your hands, fingers or toys wouldn't be of any help. You needed another kind of touch, of someone else's hands on you. Another skin rubbing against yours. The last thing you needed today was to go to sleep unsatisfied, if you'd even be able to fall asleep.

As if your condition was not enough, your fuck buddy had not picked up any of your calls. That was the end of your deal, you were definitely dropping him off…but you still needed him for that last fuck. The desperation made you pathetic. All reasons were now valid to beg for someone who wasn't even picking up his phone.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

You left your needy breasts to reach for your phone. Audio went silent. It was your time to tease. 

The camera captured your spread legs and your hand, shamelessly going all down between them. Your middle finger visibly pushed on to your sensitive clit. The flash reflected from your already wet finger. The shot was perfect. It showed a lot but not everything. An ideal tease. 

You will teach him a lesson. He would be running to you in a minute. 

With a dizzy mind, barely able to focus with the vibrating pink toy inside you, you clicked on the contact list, looking for your "friend" named San. Your vision was blurry and hands shaky but still you managed to click send.

Now all you had to do was wait.

As you were able to resume the hungry massage of your breasts, a vision of the screen flashed in your mind. Something was not right. You definitely saw that gray cloud on the left. Why was the last text of the conversation a message sent to you? Did San reply and you missed it? No, you would’ve  heard the notification. Then where was all the spam you just sent to San?

In total panic, you quickly raised up and sat on your heels. The toy bluntly sticking out of your soaked hole, but you felt no satisfaction. Grabbing the phone again, you went through it with shaky hands. 

Your eyes grew as you saw the wrong name on the upper bar of the conversation, air catching in your throat. 

"No..." You stared at your lewd picture, the intimate detail that you just shared with a man named Park Seonghwa as well as the little writing under it.

Delivered.

The vibrating object and its buzzing began to annoy you, only increasing stress at this point. You slid it out of you and aggressively threw it on the ground, falling beside other toys that failed to satisfy you. Unconsciously, you grabbed the sheets and pulled them close, as if to cover your breasts and crotch like you’ve just been caught. You felt as if hundreds of pairs of eyes were now watching you. 

Why didn't you check? Why were you so stupid?

You looked at the bright screen, in hope it was all a mirage. Blinking a couple of times, everything was the same. Suddenly, a small possible solution showed up in your head.

Delivered?

"Wait, doesn't that mean…" You frowned and a spark of hope glowed.

Seonghwa hadn't seen it yet. He didn't open it, therefore you could still save your dignity. You knew him a little and he seemed like a good man. Maybe he would be reliable.

You had to try – the phone landed in your hands again. 

You took three deep, encouraging breaths and slid the green button. The rhythmic, somewhat loud signal almost drove you mad, which resulted in you not giving Seonghwa any chance to speak when he finally answered the phone.

"Please, listen to me." You begged. "I sent you a message by accident. By PURE ACCIDENT.” You scrambled out, continuing with a slight breath in. “I looked for the letter S, thought I chose the right contact and went with it. I am so sorry, it won't happen again. But for the love of God, DON’T open it. Please, do not open it. If you have any respect for me and care about me, please Seonghwa, delete it right away and forget. It'd be the best for both of us."

You tried to slow your heart rate,  breathing as quietly as you could manage. The silence on the other side wasn't long, but for you it seemed like ages.

The voice on the other side of the phone was deep, almost as dark as the view behind your window. 

"Too late." 

These two words echoed in your head as your heart sank. It fell at the bottom of your stomach. You felt nauseous. You definitely were in a heart attack threatening condition. 

Your life was ruined. He wasn't even your close friend. Seonghwa was no one else but your brother's best friend. He was hot but always out of your reach. You basically had his number only for simple communication, usually when he wanted to inform you that your brother got in trouble or when you couldn't find him. You two weren't super close. You just knew each other, flirted here and there. But that was all. And now he probably thought of you as some slut, sending nudes everywhere she can.

"S-seonghwa." You stuttered out with a shaky chin and heart, pounding in your heart. "Don't think bad of me, please. I'm not…like that."

"I don't." You could hear him smiling but his tone seemed  genuine. "It was an accident. I curse my habit of replying fast to messages. Don't worry your secret's safe with me."

It would've sounded heartwarming and assuring if not for the tone he put on to say the last sentence. As if he wanted to let you know that no one would know about the incident but he definitely wouldn't forget what he saw.

Or maybe you were overreacting. Probably were. Well, you were really close to being deceased, so you have every right to magnify the meaning of his words.

"Thank you." You replied, sighing heavily. 

What a nice and understanding man he was. Seonghwa had proven many times that he was a really good guy with high morals and class.

"I'm sorry." You added, and you truly meant that. You put him in a very uncomfortable situation.

"It’s ok. I'm trying to figure something out though." 

Your heart skipped a beat. Why didn't he hang up? Further conversation was only making your face burn alive with embarrassment. You couldn't even imagine what would happen if you two met again.

"Figure out what?" You gulped, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You see, I'm not in the best situation here." He scoffed in nothing but pure frustration, "Outside this bathroom I'm currently hiding in, there are thirty something people partying. They’re not drunk or high enough to not notice certain issues. How am I supposed to go out to them with a painful bulge in my pants and walk around them with a throbbing cock like nothing's wrong?" 

You felt these words like a sudden shower of hot water. The embarrassment slowly faded, giving its place back to the feeling that had been torturing you all day. Why was he saying that? Pressuring even harder on the gas of your neediness? 

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Damn that imagination of yours, showing his perfect frames sitting at the edge of the bathtub, manspreading his long legs due to his growing problem. You could hear how deep his breaths were, seeing how he stroked himself. His attractive face, trying hard to focus. The muted sounds on the other side of the phone didn't help. He was suffering, and now so were you. 

You let go of the sheets, sitting there all naked again. The dripping between your lips made you spread your legs without thinking.

"How fast can you get here?" You finally dropped the question, almost whimpering it out.

"What about the man that this pic was meant for?" He laughed with trouble.

"He's no one."

"Fifteen minutes." The amusing tone he kept attempting to dress his state with was entirely gone. The depth of his voice sent chills down your spine. You now heard a different Seonghwa than the one you knew before.

"You have ten. The door is open." You blurted out and hit the red button on the screen. The phone was thrown aside as you clasped your mouth shut.

No matter how unbelievable it sounded, it was happening – Park fucking Seonghwa was coming over to fuck you.

You heard the quiet click of a door opening and closing downstairs. The hair on your arms surged upright from both excitement and nervousness. The even sound of heavy boots climbing the stairs had you gripping the sheets, almost breaking your nude press-on nails.

Led by the dim lights on this floor, Seonghwa emerged from the darkness and stood in the frame like a predator that just traced his prey but wanted to take some extra minutes to watch its last moments of peace.

You spent all ten minutes looking for the right position to greet him, finally deciding on the classic. You were just sitting on the edge of the bed that faced the entrance to your room and now him. With your legs crossed, you hid the main attraction. A piece of sheet, held by your arm, only covered your nipples while the outlines of your breast were displayed for his dark eyes. He saw a lot, but not everything. You could tell he liked the view. As you did yours.

The leather pants on his legs enhanced his slim but firm thighs. Seonghwa put his hands on the top of the door frame, causing the black jacket to raise and expose his tiny waist and broad shoulders. 

You tried your best not to look at his crotch after what he told you through the phone. There were still some manners left in you, even though the thought alone was enough to make you swallow loudly. 

Both of you took your time to look each other up and down, calculating every word and move. Every second, you were closer to losing control over your body as you already began squeezing your thighs together while slowly, barely noticeable, rocking your hips on the bed.

However, nothing seemed to escape his sly eye.

"I could smell you the moment I entered the house." 

The speed of how your breathing increased was embarrassing, but his choice of words answered all your deepest fantasies. As if he knew you were weak for the wild, male instincts taking the wheel.

"Oh?"

Pathetically, that was all you could afford.

He nodded, his smirk deepened, showing off his perfect white teeth and prominent canines. Seonghwa was absolutely amused by you.

His dark onyx like eyes slowly slid down from your burning face. Their attention teased your exposed neck and shoulders. Lazily grazed the covered breast, and then they stopped the journey. They now glowed with anticipation at the sight of your interlocked legs.

"Aww, don't worry, Alani." He gave you the fakest pout just to turn it into the most devilish smile you've ever seen, "Your savior’s here."

The air in your lungs stung like needles. Unconsciously, you held your breath from the rollercoaster of emotions going through you now. This Seonghwa had nothing to do with the Seonghwa you knew. He'd probably just played the good guy in front of your brother. But now you were alone, and the truth came out. You enjoyed every second of it with a painful pulsating between your legs as a confirmation.

His jacket landed on the floor, his belt came undone as he slowly approached you. Seonghwa was either lazily preparing for the act or he was just letting you feast on the view.

And you watched him closely. No detail of this perfect man missed your eyes. The sunkissed skin on his face, arms and neck ideally suited his raven, wavy hair. In a contrast of it all, the whiteness of his T-shirt was blinding. Seonghwa always was good looking for you, but now, in this new form, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Are you gonna make a sound?" He asked you when his frame stood right in front of you, your knees touching, "Or do you want me to make you?"

You gulped at the threat. 

"Sorry, I would never have thought this night would end like this."

"Like this? You mean me in your room?" He snickered.

"Yes."

"Well, I have, like I have every day since we met."

You blinked fast at this unexpected confession.

"What do you mean?"

Seonghwa's melodic chuckle would've been cute, if not for the situation you were in with him. He leaned over to have your face as close to his as possible.

"You see I don't fuck sisters of my friends. But that…" he looked you up and down, deeply inhaling, before eyes went back to yours. The sheet you held to cover yourself disappeared due to his will, "...that's not something I could ever say no to."

His hand appeared to grab your chin, making you look right into the bold eyes of his where you could read all his intentions.

"Did the baby walk horny all day?"

You nodded.

"And the toys were not enough to help?" He spoke to you like you were a helpless lost animal. However, the look in his eyes was sinister with all the meaning of this word.

It was turning you on terribly.

"Yes." You whine out, puppy dog eyes and all, responding to his play.

"No one wanted to come and help you?"

You were close to losing it. The scent of his cologne worked like magic potion. The desperation for him to finally touch you, devour you, was making you act like a brainwashed freak.

Enough was enough.

"Yes, Park. That's why you better fuck me 'til I’m broken. Till I’m all messy. Till I hate you."

He smiled as a proud owner.

"My pretty little slut."

Your lips suddenly interlocked with his, given in to the sweetest abuse. He was aggressively kissing you, while dangerous groans left his chords. You weren't different. The need of him grew in appalling speed, making you stand up and give all into the kiss. 

The bare body of yours immediately got caged in his embrace. His hand rested on the back of your head to hold your lips in place, all for him to taste. 

Your self-control didn't allow you to keep your hands still. Quickly, they began stripping him off his shirt and next taking care of his zipper. You wanted to suck him off, you needed to make him curse with his cock deep in your throat. 

Making your way down with kisses on his hot skin, your knees touched the floor. Seonghwa cupped under your face, cheeks lightly squeezed, looking into your eyes as you were pulling his pants down, stroking him through the material of his underwear. 

"Are you letting me fuck your sweet mouth?" He asked, playing with your hair.

  You licked your lips while smirking.

At the silent response, he grabbed your locks in the ponytail. It wasn't visible, but Seonghwa trembled. You could feel it under your touch, even the tiniest shiver. It worked on you like drugs.

You eliminated the obstacle of his underwear and let his rock hard cock free. The pain of lack of release was visible as his skin was red from all the blood running. The tip, slightly tinted with purple, looked delicious. The strings of thick precum, reminiscent of a spider web, spread from the bottom to his balls, making you drool.

The man inhaled sharply as he felt the warmth and softness of your mouth. Seonghwa watched you in awe when you were collecting the pre-juices, simultaneously moaning at its sweetness.

Sucking on his tip while pumping him off, awarded you with low growls. He wanted to fuck you mouth so badly, and even though you were going to let him do it, you still wanted to enjoy the moment. 

You took him whole, and with the help of your right hand, there was no spot left unattended. The left palm took care of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. Your ego grew at how tight, how swollen they were getting from your touch.

Your tongue tended every vein, every single inch of his cock as if you tried to ease the throbbing but you were only making it worse. He was getting even harder with every lick, every suck. 

At that moment, you held all the power. The lewd sounds your mouth made in contact with his manhood had him going crazy. His head fell back from waves of pleasure, and you fed on this sight. 

"Fuuuck…" he whined when you switched the act and your lips focused on the tip. You sucked him vigorously, rubbed him against your tensed tongue while your hand jerked him off. 

"Aah fuck baby." He grunted.

Seonghwa loved the attention, but since appetite came with eating, he wanted more. He needed you to go faster. Instinctively, he grabbed your head and positioned himself to have a ideal way while fucking your throat. 

"Tell me you want that cock", his tone sounded like he was giving you an order, but with the way he looked you deep in the eye, you knew he was asking for your permission, "Tell me."

You released him from your lips, "I want it. I need that cock deep in my throat, Park." 

At first he went slow, letting you adjust your breathing and to let you see how far he would go.

He was bigger on a thick side rather than long, which you were thankful for. Still, his length was enough to make you choke a little.

With stroking his hips, you let him know he could go faster. Seonghwa didn't have to be told twice as it was all he waited for.

"Your mouth is perfect, Alani", he grinned, eyes hazy in pleasure, "As it was made for me."

You devoured him with your mouth and eyes. The vision of him, all blushed and hot was all you needed to overflow between your legs. His frowned forehead, parted lips and heavy breathing made you feel powerful. 

"Mhm.." You hummed in excitement at the view.

Seonghwa fastened the pace of his slim, muscular hips, hearing you were having fun on his expanse. He fucked your mouth mercilessly, now his tip hitting the back if your throat. You choked and your eyes became watery but you bravely maintained the peace. 

"Holy shiiit" he cursed and panicked as the pleasure began building up too fast. 

He quickly pulled out, strings of your drool still connected him with your mouth.

"You almost made me cum, angel." 

"I wouldn't let you in the first place.'' You said sweetly despite the hoarse voice, " I want that cum inside another hole."

Seonghwa laughed and patted your head.

"Come here."

He helped you get up. Without a word he wiped your chin and collected the tears with his thumbs. You probably looked ridiculous but he enjoyed it. Then he pulled you closer by your waist. 

The kiss was soft and slower compared to the previous one as if he tried to calm both of you down. Using this moment, he took a step forward, forcing you to gently fall along with him on the bed. The affection of his lips switched to your neck, sucking and nibbling on it.

"Aah." You flinched from the stinging pain and you realized he just graced you with a hickey.

"Just leaving my mark.” He informed you nonchalantly. 

"What for?" You frowned at him.

"It'll be fun to know you struggle to hide it." He explained nonchalantly while getting busy with your breasts.

"It's gonna fade anyway."

He gazed at you with a mysterious smile, "Then I'll make another one."

Not letting you react to this promise, he released his long tongue to take care of your erect nipples.

"Aah Seonghwa."

The not so gentle massage and desperate sucking onto your bosoms made you wiggle underneath him. The man twisted your buds between his fingers, his wet tongue circling around them. He smacked them from time to time which had your pussy quiver in anticipation.

Slowly, something seemed to be waking up in him. Something dark, something unforgiving. The glow in his eyes changed. You picked up wildness and danger. It screamed at you to run but you couldn't, you didn't want to.

"I'm so wet." You decided to bring out the beast.

"Oh, I'm not missing on that." He grunted and slid down on you, granting your skin with pecks here and there.

Your legs were gently spread, and Seonghwa watched you closely, reading you like an opened book. It felt like ages as he studied your dripping, throbbing folds to the point you felt slight waves of embarrassment crawling up your cheeks.

"S-stop looking." You begged.

"No." He chuckled, eyes kept staring, "I like to take my time to look at my property."

You didn't respond to that. Your mind could not form a thought. There was so much going on.

But he wanted you to answer his claim. The man's hands slithered in from your thighs to your waist and grabbed it tightly.

His dark pupils glared at you, "Say it's mine."

"I don't belong to no one else but myself." You didn't sound confident.

"That's why you sent nudes to random men and can't make yourself cum? I always thought independence comes with self handling? Or am I wrong?" He asked sarcastically.

Thumb started massaging your clit in circle motions, slow, lazily. You were too sensitive, too vulnerable after a whole day of tiring arousal clouding your mind, burdening your body. The moans were impossible to control. His touch was too good, irresistible.

"Let's start again then." He grinned, watching how your pussy throbbed under his face. "Is this little pussy mine?"

Seonghwa did not receive an answer he wanted, and loud whimpers were not enough for him. 

"Please don't stop." You begged when his hand left your body to reach something on the side. "Seong–"

Your white lace panties you almost ripped off yourself earlier that evening magically found themselves in his hand and ended up in your mouth as your savior pushed them in there.

Attempts to spit them out were futile due to absolute dryness caused by the consuming neediness. You also didn't try to take them out. Seonghwa quickly grabbed your wrists and held them about your head. 

You could only watch as his perfect naked body laid on your right side. Your right leg got caught between his knees, while your left ankle was trapped under his right foot. He had you silenced and all spread on the sheets, caged in the position there was no escape from.

He looked you deep in the eyes.

"You're not really talkative today. Are you, Alani?" He growled. "Well, that'll change in a second."

The first slap on your folds shocked you, but what surprised you even more was the way your body reacted to it. It felt good, too good. The pain danced along with the pleasure which you had never experienced before.

Another muted whimper escaped your chords as your pussy lips met with a quick smack. He seemed to target your folds with the unforgiving slaps and then give a slow massage to your clit.

"Has the other S dude never slapped that smart-ass pussy?" He snickered, seeing your big eyes. Smack fell upon your cunt again, "He missed out. Your whimpers are to die for."

With every next slap, it hurt more, but also the pleasure doubled. Him massaging your bud in between, had you melt in the perfect combination of pain and bliss. But you needed to cum and the stinging pain controlled the process. You knew what he wanted to gain from that.

His face buried in your neck, with his lips brushing your ear.

"Is this pussy mine?' The whisper slid through his teeth. You shivered at the vibration he sent down your body. 

You moaned quietly in confirmation. It was his. You were his for as long as he wanted. You were desperate for his fingers inside you. 

"I. Did. Not. Hear you." 

Four fast and powerful smacks attacked your reddened folds, and you could help but scream and wiggle from the sensation. No matter the panties in your mouth, you nodded eagerly, trying to shout what he wanted you to say.

He smiled, satisfied, and eliminated the obstacle from your mouth. 

"Did I hear it right?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, it's yours. I'm all yours." You recited as fast as your breath allowed you. 

That was when you realized there was no possibility to play bratty with this man. The moment he stepped into your room, you were his to play with. Calling him by his name suddenly seemed disrespectful, and you didn’t want to oppose him anymore.

"Good girl." He caressed your cheeks to calm you down. "Was it worth it? Playing brave, hmm?"

"No, it wasn't, sir." You whispered as his lips hung over yours with the promise of the sweetest kiss. 

"Exactly." He grunted. "What I say is holy. Obedience is awarded while misbehavior…"

He waited for you to finish.

"...is punished."

"Smart girl." He grinned before locking his lips with yours. 

While your pussy tried to recover from the punishment, your lips got blessed with one of the sweetest kisses you had ever had. Seonghwa took his time to taste you, putting a slow and gentle pressure. He skillfully shifted from one lip to another just to finally let your tongues meet and make the kiss wetter, hotter. You were released from the caging position as he moved to hover over you. 

His lips left your mouth but never your skin. Leaving a wet trace, not forgetting about teasing your swollen breasts and erect nipples, he went down on you.

The desire pooled between your thighs as he got face to face with your womanhood. The way he marked your inner thighs with juicy, loud kisses was cute, but the look in his eyes when he looked at you was far from that.

Seonghwa had already shown you. He was dangerous. Manipulative and possessive, using ugly tactics to get what he wanted. Maybe it was your body, in a desperate need of release that made you ignore it, but you enjoyed him like this. A little too much. 

"If you cooperate, you'll get everything you want." He said with a tone like he was about to boop your nose. But he has different plans.

You inhaled sharply the moment your clit was embraced by his soft lips. He wasn't in a hurry to help you out. Slow, full licks soothed your sore folds. Only when he sensed you were alright to put more pressure, he changed his approach. The tongue dived deeper into your slit, right into your wetness.

The pleased murmuring that shook his chords attacked your core. You were severely throbbing on his tongue, satisfying his taste buds as well as his ego. You arched your back in overcoming delight as the first orgasmic shocks poked your nerves. The wet noises and your untamed moaning bounced between the wall of your bedroom. 

You looked at him as you felt his tongue tensing, hardening against your folds and moved onto your clit. The pace of his tongue lapping was immediate, fast and indisputable.

Unconsciously, your legs attempted to cage him between, but Seonghwa was having none of it. His hands firmly grabbed your under knees, almost pinning them against your chest. Now he had access to both your pretty holes. His tongue melted with your cunt, salivating all over it. His drool was thick and flooding. You watched how the pace he was gracing you with caused all the wetness to turn into a foamy matter. The view itself was enough to chase the ecstasy to crush into you.

"Holy shiit, Park!" You cried out. "I'm cumming."

Seonghwa detached from you at the sound of his last name.

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" He growled out dangerously while grinning maniacally.

You didn't dare to whine from denied orgasm. The man hovering above your dripping cunt wasn't a type to tease and to disrespect. The bliss clouded your mind. You were in the wrong here.

"I'm sorry, sir." You cried out in desperation, shaking on your body. "I'm so sorry. Your mouth fucks me so good it makes me stupid. Forgive me."

"Damn, Alani. You know what to say to melt my heart, don't you?" 

"Please sir, let me cum." You were close to tears.

"Oh, I will." He promised, which sounded more like a threat.

One arm was enough to keep your legs in place. And then he was glued to your clit again, returning to the previous sweet torture. But Seonghwa couldn't resist that hole of yours, basically screaming for him to fuck it. 

Two fingertips first massaged the inside of your folds in up and down motions. They traced your slit, the edges of your oozing entrance. Despite your trembling of anticipation for his digits to pound inside you, you still were unprepared how fast and deep he stuck them in. 

You sobbed at the rough but fullfilling treatment.

As his tongue twirled on your clit, his fingers studied you. Seonghwa wanted to know how soft and warm you were, how tight were those walls of yours. He was about to lose his mind from the way you cramped around his digits. You were so close.

"Seonghwa!" You screamed and that one word was all you could master.

He smiled and grunted in confirmation. It was time to watch you break for the first time in front of his eyes. At last. 

Your body felt like falling off the cliff of crushing ecstasy. It seemed like the time slowed down, your eyes went blurry and your ears filled with the buzzing sound of all the vibrations going through you like electric waves.

Seonghwa rode your orgasm, leading it everywhere he wanted. He fed on the sight of you arched back and hands sloppily massaging your breasts. The man slowly decreased the speed of his fingers fucking you to let your orgasm peacefully fade. He wanted to see it all.

Breathing heavily, you sunk in your bed again and looked at him. You watched your essence coating his fingers and dripping down his chin. 

"You like it like that, don't you, doll?" He said with a devilish grin. "Wet and messy."

"Yes, sir." You whimpered at the sight of his body as he sat up. 

He grabbed your thighs and slid his own, tanned and muscular legs underneath them. Seonghwa was now sitting down with your thighs embracing his tiny waist. 

You flinched at the sudden touch and weight of his fat, hard like stone cock on your cunt that throbbed more with every second. The low whine left your lips as he grabbed his pride and slapped your folds a few times as if it was a meet and greet.

"I'm finally getting my dick sink inside that little pussy of yours, baby." He hissed in anticipation. "You need daddy's cock real bad, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy. I need it badly." You begged, inviting him with sensual movements of your hips.

You both whined, him at your tightness and warmth, and you at his mass stretching you out incredibly.

You needed a moment to yourself to adjust, but he didn't plan to be thoughtful anymore.

"Y-you're so t-thick."

You felt his hands slide underneath your waist and with one strong pull, you crushed into his torso. With all strength, you tried to pull yourself up on his arms to control the speed of how deep you were sinking onto him in that position but no use. 

"Oh my fuck!" You cursed as his cock mercilessly invaded you until his balls made it impossible to go further.

Seonghwa smiled, all cocky at your struggle to take him in, "You can take him, baby. I know you can."

With a powerful smack, he grabbed your ass and forced it to move against him. You moaned at the suddenness of it but you understood the digression. Slowly but decisively, you began grinding him. You were so full of him and could not stop loud moans from leaving your lips every time you moved. His girth put amazing pressure on your cramping walls, rubbing every sensitive spot of your interiors. 

With every next grind, you felt more comfortable to fasten your pace. You tightened the embrace around his neck and looked him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow, clearly challenging you. And you accepted the challenge. 

Slowly, you pushed him onto the bed, your fingertips drawing lines on his torso. You put your hips in a faster pace the moment his hands grabbed your waist. 

His eyes watched you closely, learning every detail about you by heart. Your bitten lip, hazy gaze, the way your breasts waved as you rocked body back and forth. Seonghwa couldn't help himself as his hands wandered higher and grasped your bosoms to squeeze them together. Your nipples begged to be sucked but you wanted him to stay in that position.

You pushed him when seeing he began to raise himself up to suck on them, "No." 

You wanted to sound firm but his thick cock, overtaking you caused your voice to pathetically crack.

His laugh really showed he was underestimating you. It made you angry, even being in the state you were in. You leaned over and caged his head between your hands. He couldn't hold a moan when your pussy began stroking him in a merciless manner. You needed to see him losing control, crying out your name and begging you to stop. However this new position affected you as well. His tip now had a clean path to your sweet spot.

"Come on." He teased as your face started showing the signs of weakness. Seonghwa was not going to let you have any power over him.

Your hips swayed as you found a perfect angle. Not able to stop, you focused on fucking yourself off. It felt too good, too perfect to let his arrogance take the first place. 

"That's what I thought." He summed your failed challenge.

With this, you immediately had his hand around your neck, making your face hang close, right above his. Seonghwa enjoyed you, not wanting to let go of any second on having you brainless because of him. 

Your grinds lost their power and turned sloppy. The way your walls cramped around his length and how you shivered let him know you were close. 

The grasp on your neck tightened. You watched how he bared his teeth.

"Don't you dare to cum without my command." 

"P-Please.." 

"NOT without my command."

You stopped moving and stayed like that, with his cock buried deep inside you. But the orgasm couldn't be tamed.

"I can't ho-old it." You stuttered out, fighting as hard as you could.

"I don't care." He was unforgiving, torturing you seemed the best fun. Seeing a chance, he pinned his pelvis against you. You didn't know what he was thinking would happen to you when having his dick going even deeper so suddenly. 

You came undone in an instant, moaning loud apologies, pleading for forgiveness. But Seonghwa was not having it. Your hands got twisted and interlocked behind your back, held by the strong grip of his hand. You fell onto him, your head resting on his collarbone.

"Lesson time." He growled, threatening.

With another hand on your lower back, there was no escape from his plans. The pace he put into smashing inside you was crazy. Despite him being underneath you, in a not so comfortable position. His stamina was out of this world if he was able to uphold the tempo he went for. Seonghwa was heartless with the way he attacked your overstimulated womanhood.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Wait a second! Let me-aahh" 

You had no right to speak or refuse. Not after disobeying him right into his face. Now, all you could do was allow him to wreak havoc inside you while feeding his cocky side with your whines and screams.

His right hand sneaked down from your lower back. The sudden invasion of his middle finger inside your ass was shocking but also very welcome as it only added to the pleasure. He had done it many times, you were sure of that. And he knew it worked miracles.

Seonghwa attacked your sweet spot from both sides, having an entire control over your holes while his pubic area rubbed onto your clit over and over.

"Aaah fuck." You couldn’t afford to scream or even moan. All you let out was a whisper that he might've not even heard. The tears of overwhelming pleasure fell from your rolled up eyes. Your next release came fast, having you shake on your whole body. 

“Yees, baby.” He growled, amused in his madness of razing you. “Give it all to me.”

Only when having you spasming in pure ecstasy again Seonghwa shifted in his movements. Directing your hips against his waving pelvis, he made you ride your orgasm with deep and slow grinds. You were in heaven with the way the pleasure was reaching every cell in your body as his mass twitched inside of you.

The moment he let go of your body, you torpidly rolled off of him. The cold sheet embraced your burning body. But Seonghwa only allowed you to rest for a short second. You didn’t notice that he got off the bed. Now he stood beside it, right beyond your head.

He waited. 

You gathered your strength to sit down, facing him. 

His perfect, naked proportion flooded your eyesight. Seonghwa was gorgeous, now standing tall with his hands behind his back and his whole body for your hungry eyes. His caramel skin glistened in sweat. Every muscle was enhanced from the ridiculous workout he did while fucking you into a oblivion. His cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, was ready to explode. You desired him more and more. The familiar excitement began filling you again. 

Seonghwa watched you, satisfied by your state and feeding on your admiration as you were eyeing him up and down like a starving lioness.

He grinned at you, “All four for me. Now.”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself for another set of pleasure soon coming your way. Deep down in your mind, you tried to kill the fear before the unknown. Seonghwa just took what he wanted, making sure you wouldn't be able to let him go. And you were afraid of it.

You did as he said. Now, with your ass stuck out, offered to him, you whimpered in neediness. Feeling his weight on the bed, you rolled your hips, inviting him to take care of you faster. 

He groped your cheeks and massaged them, smacking them in between before spreading them wide to watch the stage he enjoyed so much performing on. 

You heard him inhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“You cum so much, baby. I can’t be worse, can I?” 

“Seonghwa-” you whined at the feeling of his tip painting abstracts with you cum on your slit and higher, on your asshole.

The way your pussy shamelessly throbbed had his head spinning. It was a sweet invitation he couldn’t say no to, that he would never say no to. It was his turn to focus on his own release. The need to flood you made his mask of sanity slowly slip.

You had been roaming in his mind from the moment he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The fact that you were his best friend’s little sister only added the fuel to the flame. You were forbidden, out of reach. And as if his prayers were heard, you called for him tonight.

He entered you powerfully, and after one series of firm pushes that had you melt like butter, you felt a sudden pressure against your asshole. Whatever that was, it was hard, cold and pretty big. You tried to steal a glimpse of what it was, but the position made it impossible. However, you managed to see the glow of silver.

Your toy. He must’ve picked up from the ground where you threw all the useless tools. Damn, the man was perceptive. As if he knew, you always used that one for your anal masturbation.

Quickly, you laid your upper body on the bed, making your ass protruding even more for him to ruin. 

“Filthy doll.” he chuckled, enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. You were responding to his every idea. You were a dream lover to his twisted nature.

The metal went in slowly but decisively. You accepted it proudly, familiar with the feeling. Now, with both your holes stuffed, you had to bite the sheets from the sensation. The lewdness took over and your self-respect got locked up somewhere in the deepest void.

You were ready for Seonghwa to do the worst to you. 

The tight grip on your hip would definitely leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. That was all you needed today in your high level of arousal - the man to absolutely demolish you. 

You loved the primal and animalistic feeling of being taken from behind. He pounded inside you, having the best access to your most sensitive spots. The pace was firm and even but too slow for your desperation to cum again. You knew it was his turn to chase the high. However, you have to feel more.

You reached for the toy and began fucking your ass with it, even though Seonghwa initially wanted it to fill you and stay there as he takes care of your pussy. 

"Holy fuck." You blurted out from the pleasure of the double penetration.

Seonghwa wasn't a fan of it. He watched your hand pomp that toy inside your ass. Was he third wheeling right now? He felt the unexplainable needle of anger to stun his pride. The main joy was supposed to come from his cock, not from a synthetic, fake version of it. 

“You've got to be kidding me.” He grunted in disbelief.

The toy immediately disappeared, ripped from your hand and thrown somewhere onto the floor. When it came to you, you ended up on your back, with a whole raging bull between your legs.

“Seong-”

“Don’t stop looking at me?” He commanded, seeing how your eyes wandered around to understand what was happening. 

And you listened. 

You looked deep in those dark eyes when he raised your hips up and let his cock slid inside your ass, replacing the toy. The further he penetrated you, the more you trembled. Seonghwa grinned at your face, contorting with a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“I’m so fu-ull.” You moaned between fast breaths. 

“And so fucking tight.” He smiled, struggling to keep his cool. “I will work you out in a minute, don’t worry, baby.”

You engulfed his thickness, overwhelmed by the intensity of when he began slowly thrusting inside you. You could already tell that the next orgasm would be the reason for you developing an obsession for that man. Unhealthy obsession.  

Seonghwa did not stop holding your gaze, making sure your eyes remained glued to him, despite them wanting to roll up from the bliss. His impatient thumb found a way to your pussy and dived in, while the rest of four fingers laid flat on your clit. 

“You’re gonna take it all. Every thrust, every grind, every drop.”

The pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body arched, hand grasping onto the sheets. He seemed to be everywhere, surrounding you from all sides. You were so full of him, owned and possessed.

Seonghwa knew it was time to let all the demons out. He needed to cum, fast and intense. He desired to flood your tight walls while your unsatisfied cunt coat his fingers with your hot cum. 

“Fuck fuck.” He was close, really close. 

The man raised up on his feet, forcing your pelvis to go even higher. His right hand embraced your neck and made you look at him again. You were meant to watch him make you his. You grabbed his arms all adorned with popping veins, looking how he positioned himself above you. 

There was no delicacy this time, no mercy. He fucked your asshole like his well being depended on it. He listened to your loud, high pitched moans and whines. You were glad you lived in a house and not in an apartment. You would not have been able to look your neighbors in the eye the next day.

The thumb gave its place to two fingers that tips quickly found a way to your g-spot. 

“Oh my fuuck!” 

It was too much, too heavy for the last thin string holding you together. Your protracted whine gave you away along with the increased cramping on your walls both around his digits and cock.

Seonghwa was quick to take advantage of it.

“Who does your ass belong to, huh? Who does your pussy belong to?” He demanded an answer, tightening the grasp around your neck, pushing his dick and fingers even deeper. “Who do you belong to?”

You were coming with his name on your lips, crying it out loud as waves of electrifying blissfulness washed over you, one greater than previous. You were right. The obsession over Seonghwa was inevitable. He was more than you would have wished for, with his knowledge how to make you go crazy and his thick, perfect cock. 

As the first spasm hit his body, his hand left your neck to support himself on your spread legs. He was ready to welcome the crushing ecstasy.

“Holy fuck. Take it all like a good girl I know you can be-”

The man couldn’t say anything more. The pleasure only allowed his chords to birth grunts, and when he came undone, the most beautiful moans were sent your way. You could feel any throb and twitch of his cock as he shot a hot load inside your walls. He came a lot, which immediately leaked out of you when Seonghwa slid out of you.

Breathing hard, he slowly laid your hips down onto the bed and fell beside you. The sex, as well as proceding it, exhausting arousal drained both of you. You laid there, dripping in sweat and cum, trying to bring your sanity back on earth. 

“You’re perfect.”

Him suddenly voicing his thoughts, had you surprised but you also wanted to let him know what you were thinking of him.

“You’re perfect.” 

“Really? Then I don’t feel like letting you go.”

“Then don’t.”

You looked at him, Seonghwa was already watching you. The moment he noticed he had your attention, he graced you with a most heartwarming smile. With his hair all wet and messy, with sweat pouring down his face, he was breathtaking. He was just wrecking your holes a minute ago and now there he was, cute, making you melt. 

“Come on.” He suddenly got up and quickly walked over to your side. 

You blinked in disbelief of him still having some energy, “Where?”

“First you need to pee”, he picked you up and began walking to the bathroom, “And then we’re taking a long shower."

“So you can be gentle.” You giggled, embracing his neck.

He raised his brow in a joking manner, “Sweetheart, I always take responsibility for my actions.”

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Made an edit of Chip

(Audio- Double Life)

I'm kinda proud of this edit but it could've been better

[lumenflowered]

[Another audio file is attached, likely due to the difficulty of taking a video for this particular situation.

"...Where do we begin?" Maria asks, very quietly.

"I am more convinced," Solaire says, "that there is some reason Lugia is working for Team Rocket. He mentioned a secret..."

"Could be a secret she'll be angrier at us about if we uncover," Mallory says. "That a risk you want to take?"

Maria hesitates. "Not if there is another choice."

"Somehow, I didn't think you would. Weird hunch, I know."

"Is there another choice?" Dee says.

The silence, however brief, is telling.

"There is another choice I can think of," she continues. "To do nothing, and to see what Giovanni does next. Silver, how certain are you that Giovanni is bluffing?"

"I could be damn fucking certain," Silver says, "and I still wouldn't want to do nothing."

"...Ah. I see."

"Some secrets are... better left well alone," Maria says. "There is every chance that this is one of them."

"If I still had nightmares, I'd hear that monologue of yours in 'em," Mallory grumbles under her breath.

"...But even if it is," Maria continues, "Team Rocket already knows it, don't they."

"That they do," Solaire says.

"That's definitely worse than any of us knowing it," Silver says. "So... how do we figure it out?"

"I'm not sure," Maria says. "What does being willing to listen to the seafoam entail..."

"...I may," Dee says timidly, "have an idea. Though... no, that likely wouldn't be it..."

"Ideas are ideas. What is it?"

"I don't know that this would be applicable for Lugia, I don't know if human names for places would even be used by him..."

"That rather depends," Solaire says. "Some are older than others. The Whirl Islands have been called some variation of that for as long as they have been known to mortals who cared to name them."

"There is..." Dee hesitates. "In Kanto, to the east of Cinnabar Island, there is a small chain of islands known as—"

"The Seafoam Islands," Silver blurts out. "You don't think... there?"

"I don't know," Dee says. "I wish I could think of something better, truly. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Maria says. "It is more of a lead than I have. I don't believe anyone else has had a better idea within the past several hours."

"Or any idea," says Mallory. "Dee and I only visited them briefly, and it was mostly to make sure we didn't run into you too early. Could've pretty easily missed a Rocket setup if they had anything then."

"Then it is at least worth investigating." Maria sighs. "Of course it's more islands..."

The recording ends.]

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Video Analysis

Requested by @letscoffeebreak !

The first video is normal and the second is slowed down without audio.

Before I start - I'm analyzing what is being dropped by David. In this video he doesn't seem like he's entirely joking. His face, tone, walking, and words show it.

David shakes his head right after Georgia says 'can we have a convo about this?'.

Looks away, shakes his head, mouth noticeably open, while staring straight ahead. The sunglasses cover his eyes and brows so it's a little difficult to see if his smile is a 'omg stop bullying me lol' smile or a smile of disbelief 'I can't believe you're bring this up'.

The video also smooths out everything so wrinkles that can be seen in a neutral face are harder to see but from the looks of it, his smile isn't that wide.

The cheekbones are noticeable and the wrinkles next to his eyes are also visible. This does show he's smiling, but we can't tell for sure hat type of smile it is due to the sunglasses covering most of his upper portion of the face. His forehead is smooth, meaning that he didn't engage his eyebrows much. David could've furrows his brows, but we won't know because of the sunglasses. This 'smile' could also be cause by how he pronounces 'me' like 'meh' making it look like the corners are going up, when in reality they're going back and his mouth is opening more. It looks like a smile, but it's just him pronouncing 'me' as 'meh'.

In the middle and after what he says ('you're so rude to me') that hint of a smile (whatever type it might be) disappears. The cheekbones and winkles around the eyes decrease. Corner of the lips also fall/become neutral (not up nor down). He looks straight ahead, not making eye contact/looking at Georgia.

"The trendy kids - the cool people."

Looking down and shaking his head. No trace of a smile or playfulness. Overly swinging his left arm back and forth while emphasizing his point by making a hand gesture.

Trying to think fast (which is also shown in his stuttering), annoyed (overly swinging his arm), and trying to get his point across (hand gesture going along with his words. It looks like he also picked up the pace a little, causing his shoulders to move more back and forth. Could be because Georgia got ahead of David in order to film him better.

"Watch and learn."

Raises his head up, does a type of nod, and points his chin up.

David's default is having his chin raised, but when he feels threatened/agitated, he points it out more. He went from tucking his head in order to look down, to sticking the chin out. His action goes hand in hand with his statement 'watch and learn' making this a sort of 'bet' or defiance. It's a way to challenge the other person. Think about a bull or ram. They go down, challenging/charging at their target, then push them up. "Come on, fight me!"/"I'll prove you wrong."

"Stop filming me."

No playfulness in his tone. Cut and dry, stop filming.

There's a 'twitch' or flinch of the right shoulder. At the same time, David 'nods' (quickly and slightly lowers his head). Annoyed, irritated, and containment. He's controlling himself.

David continues walking without waiting for Georgia to catch up nor to answer. At the end, when he says 'me' what looks to me a smile could also be him pronounce the word 'me'. David says is like 'meh' causing corners of lips to go back and mouth to open, making to look like a smile when he's actually just pronouncing a word. This is also reinforced when we look back at "you're so rude to me (meh)' also looking similar to a smile. If it would have been this one time, I would be inclined to say it was a smile, but this is the second time. Looking back at other videos of him saying 'me' we can also see this 'smile' which again, isn't a smile. Just him talking.

It could be that initially, David was trying to play it off and seem as he was joking, or maybe he was actually joking. What happened afterwards though shows he was getting annoyed by this interaction and wanting for it to stop. His tone of voice was also cut and dry.

Let me know if I missed anything! If I did I'll add onto this