#thing are moving guysss

[blmpff]

Fitting day for Wabi Sabi's upcoming Vampire Project official pilot with eng sub part 1 | part 2

Starring: Boun, Prem, Saint, Boss, Pineare, Mix, Pie.

(3s) 23.02.24

[frmisnow]

ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw)

summary. what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!

notes. guysss i changed my mind! there will be a fifth chapter because there is something that i want them to do- a refrence to chp. 2 + they need to get lil cheonsa duh?? ✶𝄞 if y'all are currently reading this, i'm probs already on vacation! so it'll take a minute, regardless, i hope everybody enjoys!!

warnings/includes. non idol! ceo! jungkook x f! employee! reader, smut described/implied multiple times!! (morning sex, very slight voyeurism / heavy flirting in a boutique, NASTY dirty talk) , drabble-ish (idk i just want them to be happy), cheonsa mention (we cheered)

the morning had begun in the best way possible. the bright italian sun on your face, the hotel sheets lightly crumpled, well- and jungkook.

jungkook who had woken you up with gentle kisses starting from your face, moving to your shoulder, all the way to your tits. kissed your sore little thighs too, because "they deserved it" after all the things they've gone through - sure.

he made love to you. moaned how beautiful you were along with some other sweet dirty nothings.

it was the kind of sex that made you feel cherished, worshipped even, as if all of his love was burried solely in his tip and he poured all of it into you, when you both came.

after spending what felt like hours wrapped up in each other, you had finally left the bed, your body still tingling from the morning’s activities. the first spot was a cat café, jungkook had read about it somewhere, thinking of you.

you both had spent a few hours in there, sipping on your respective lattes, playing with the little cats while their tiny paws brush against your legs. jungkook had his polaroid camera out at all times, clicking away.

showed the photos to you, told you how cute you looked, how the kitten in your lap looked just like you. how you both should get little cheonsa just like that.

closely after, you both took your time strolling through the streets, hands intertwined, ending with him pushing you into a high-end boutique. you smiled at his eagerness, it wasn't the first time he spend that black card of his on you.

jungkook handed you a dress, that reminded more of a whisper of fabric rather then a real garment, leaving little to the imagination. but you instantly nodded, that's what you liked about being with him; you didn't feel shy, there was no reason to. not with every single thing jungkook has said about your body this far.

the fitting rooms were large, they felt like rooms by themselves. jungkook sat outside patentily, tapping his legs. when you walked out you could clearly see him trying his absolute best not to reach out his hands, his pupils widening ever so slightly, taking a deep breath to compose himself, "turn around, angel, for me."

you did as he said when done, walking over to take a seat on his thigh while his fingers immediately moved to stroke your thighs, mumbling how pretty you were.

the way you were sitting, so close to him, he could make out your pretty panties peeking under the dress. black lace, with little bows he had gifted to you when you visited that lingerie place a few days ago, thinking of you in that store didn't make his growing buldge any better.

and you most certaintly made it even worse by whispering into his ear, how much you needed him and how wet you've been ever since this morning.

he bit his lip, your body was so painfully close and your skirt only rode up, gently pinching your thigh almost as a light warning, "remember where we are"

following you made a little pout, but mumbled a reluctant 'fine' anyway, making your way back into the fitting room.

next stop was a restaurant, you hadn't even noticed that it had gotten late by this time but jungkook took care of it, as always. how he managed to get a reservation at this place, you didn't quite know but you certaintly weren't complaining. he had pulled your leg over his some time ago, running his hands over the skin, the action innoccent in a way caring, like he was so sorry that you had to walk this whole day even though he had spoiled you shamelessly.

his fingers drew patterns and tiny circles over the skin, his face glowing from what was left of the sun through the large windows.

"i'm so happy" you smile, your fingers moving through his hair lightly.

jungkook's lips curl into a soft smile, just like yours, leaning into your touch, "i'm happy too, angel" his voice low and affectionate, "everday"

the evening went exeptionelly well, he talked you stupid about some of the other things he wanted to do, didn't mention business even once.

you both walked back to the hotel, you liked the city at night and had asked him to walk instead of taking a taxi. he didn't let go of your hand, swinging.

he walked back to the hotel with you, holding your hand tightly, it had been your wish to stroll back, you liked the city at night. it all reminded you of that night but it was different this time, it felt good not having wine in your system.

for once you felt like you actually could love jungkook, without alcohol, without your job, any other factor in your way. you could fuck him freely without having to blame the alcohol for it, after.

love is lust. that's why he pounds you into the large matress, tells you how bad you've been, how greedy you were.

he asked questions, dirty ones, you were way to brain fucked to understand dare to say even answer.

asks how much you'd like it, him filling you up everywhere, in the bathrooms, around his apartment, in the elevator, during your shifts at work, how he'd make you walk around feeling full, feeling dripping and sticky under your skirt.

describes how he'd call you into his office just so he could take you nicely on his desk. have you walk out later, nod to all your colleagues, like a good girl.

you barerly hear him and the words make you moan out are vile things that people only say when they are about to come. how you wanted to marry him, have him around you all times, how much you wanted him every minute.

you thought about how small you'd want the wedding to be, you, him and little kitten cheonsa. and you moan again, like a porn star.

and he responds, gripping your hips tighter, "i'd marry you tomorrow if you asked me to, hell i'd make a baby with you right this second if you wanted."

he let out a grunted string of 'please's though you weren't even sure what he was begging you for. your brain felt so incredibly mushy.

few seconds later, he filled you up, making a mess of you. he instantly reached out to touch your chin gently to look at you, "you okay, princess?"

you managed to nod but he shock his head, "words, i need to hear you, angel" it was a soft order, one you couldn't look away from.

so you reassure him that you are happy and so content, he seems to like your words, smiling. lifting you up and maneuvering you on top of him, still inside of you. his fingers trace over your bare back soothingly as he lights a cigarette with his other hand, just like that night.

and you smiled to yourself because you knew. you knew that this time when you woke up, you wouldn't have to leave, you would be able to look at his sleeping smile as long as you wanted. it was a comforting thought.

— cheonsa means angel.

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[youreverydayfangirl]

he had it coming

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟa reputation series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

face claim: sabrina carpenter (just had to because shes gorgeous)

max verstappen x singer! reader

BAD BLOOD ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where a private phone call gets leaked, no one gets the full picture and people are quick to judge

date posted: 12.10.2024

I DONT WANNA LIVE FOREVERˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where the public begins to scrutinize to an unbearable point, threats are made and a specific popstar disappears

date posted: 20.10.24

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she's gone radio silent, everyone settles down and someone begins to plot revenge

date posted: 25.10.24

READY FOR IT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she's adjusted to a new life, she begins to let out her feelings and she meets someone new

date posted: 26.10.24

DELICATE ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she has reservations, everything's a bit fragile for her and hes persistent

date posted: 26.10.24

ENDGAME ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where new beginnings are made, a second championship is one and she allows herself to fall

date posted: 31.10.24

DRESS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she admits her feelings, he buys her dinner and they talk about the future

date posted: 6.11.24

KING OF MY HEART ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she loudly love him, she begins a new era and he never stops loving her

date posted: 2.12.24

DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where new rumors begin, secrets start to be revealed and they never stop loving each other

date posted: 2.12.24

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she finally steps into the limelight, writes one more song about her lover and begins to move on

date posted: 3.12.24

THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one in the wake of reputation, people begin to forget and a new story is written

date posted: 25.12.24

BONUS CHAPTER:

thanK you aIMee ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she reflects on the past, calls out people who hurt her and begins her life

date posted: tbc

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NEW SERIES!!!!

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[merakidoll]

onyankopon and eren were in love. two men who just loved one another, weed, and food. they thrived on being a healthy couple among all of the views that told them they weren’t supposed to be. they loved not hiding their love for one another in public, enjoying how uncomfortable those around them looked when they shared a nasty kiss. another thing they just absolutely loved was you. you were a person they snuck up on them, blinding them with your big tits, thick thighs, and pinkness. a ray of sunshine that fit well with the two men who loved black and hated human interaction. their pretty chubby ditzy girl.

“mmh” ony groaned, sade’s soulfully singing in the speakers around the home. while there was so much space for the three of you to do the deed - this felt more appropriate. in the middle of the room everyone stood naked, the contrast of onyankopon’s chocolate skin, to eren’s tan, and your sun kissed brown. eren’s tan dick rubbed against ony’s brown, pre cum oozing out of both man making a mess on their large hands. while eren’s right hand held their cock next to each other, ony’s left did the same. rough pumps in their palms and squeezed to one another that had their balls jumping. then you, being the glue; legs hanging over one of each of their shoulders so confident in them holding you up.

as they thrusted into one another, they took turns eating your cunt that was in their face. “guysss!” you cried in a shaky voice, toes clenching when eren’s pierced tongue slid into your hole and ony began to suck your clit like a lollipop. your low eyes watched their dick’s rub against eachother. how their abs flexed, and heads grew a little when pre cum drip out and get messy helping with the friction. ony moaned skimming his teeth over your puffy clit, moving his head back and spitting on it roughly.

he looked up at you with red eyes, your duck nails raking over his durag while gripping eren’s long brown locks. while you started at ony, you bucked you pussy up, legs getting tired of being in the split position, and pussy throbbing, cream seeping from you onto rennie’s eager tongue. eren truly felt himself becoming lost in your juices - so much so that his balls pumped and pumped until thick ropes went all over ony’s stomach and cock. “fuck princess look what you did” he breathlessly chucked, using both hands to squeeze them together - tight, and pumping harder.

eren whimpered in your cunt, your head falling back at the vibration that sent shivers down your spine. you moved both hands to eren’s head, pushing his face deeper into your cunt. eren slightly side stepping and using his strength to get your other leg off ony and both soley on him. “r-ren baby” you bit your lip, feeling how sloppy he was eating your cunt. his rough hands slapped your ass, and spread your cheeks bouncing you on his tounge. your body stilled - shaking as you came in his mouth. eren’s whole mouth wrapping around your cunt and slurping on your jucies with his eye closed and greedily.

ony still fucked against eren, his own orgasm following when he heard how sexy you sounded. he watched the scene in front of him like it was his favorite twitter video biting his tounge and groaning “awe fuck” when his dick let out everything it had to offer. when everyone finally separated, onyankopon gripped eren’s neck bringing him into a tounge kiss which you watched lazily in their bed. he moaned into his boyfriend’s mouth cumming at how good you tasted. “i taste good daddy?” you asked with a sheepish smile. “so good princess”

[laylaysdelusions]

My silver dress and your kisses

(Pazzi x reader)

A/n: ok guys this is a long one! It’s 1500+ words of a slutty mess<3

You adjust your spaghetti strap of your dress and spritz your vanilla perfume once or twice and the. You follow your gfs out the door.

The entire car ride had tension due to the fact both Azzi and Paige were wanting to rip that silver dress right off your body but they just had to wait until tonight.

As you arrived at the club, the bouncer immediately looked you up and down with a smirk and being your oblivious little self you didn’t notice but Paige and Azzi sure as hell did. They both gave him a disgusted face, making him quit. The thing about going out with your girlfriends is that they are very possessive and when they don’t like something or someone they let it be known. You pretend like it bothers you but it really doesn’t.

You walk hand and hand with Paige to the bar, Azzi following. They order you a few tequila shots, slipping extra cash to the bartender without you noticing. Paige’s nil money comes in handy for night outs.

You suddenly heard your favorite song come on. “Please dance with me guysss” you whine, tipsy. “Ok baby just this song” Azzi says and Paige nods. You move over to the dance floor full of drunk rich people. You grab Paige’s face and reach on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your cheeks turn red. “Strawberry lipgloss?” She smiles and you mumble a ‘yes’. Azzi raises an eyebrow, making you remember. “You are not gonna give mommy a taste?” she pouts in a condescending tone.

“Of course I will mommy” you replied crossing your arms over your stomach, leaning up to kiss her too. Your height make them both coo everytime you give them a kiss. It takes so much effort for you since they’re so tall and big. Your small size actually turns them on more than they’d admit to you. Paige notices that your dress is pulled up a little, revealing your cute lacy panties.

“I see your panties baby” she says in a voice that lets you know she’s correcting you. Your hands pull it down, making a tit almost pop out. Azzi twists her face, you know they’re not very happy with your outfit choice for a public appearance. “Sweet girl you know better” Paige slaps your ass, causing you to flinch. “You must want to be a little brat tonight huh?” Paige grits her teeth.

“How about this, we’ll spend another hour here but you have to sit in one of our laps the entire time and no more drinking either, alright?” Azzi says. She's not as mad as Paige but she’s still mad. You calmly walk over to the seating booths. Paige pulls you into her lap, wrapping her veiny and long fingers around your waist.

You want to have more tequila but there’s no arguing with your girlfriends what they say is final. You pick at your acrylics as you avoid eye contact. “Whatcha quit talkin’ for?” the blonde looks at you, a glint of lust lies in her eyes. “D-don’t know” you mumble. Paige takes a sniff of your scent, making her chuckle. “Vanilla hm?” She says. You nod. “That’s cute, you know we like that one”.

Azzi scoots closer to you, resting her hand on your thigh. You’re not that dumb you’re aware she’s trying to rile you up so by the time you go home you’re desperate. “I know it’s been a while since we went out, i’m sorry sweet thing” azzi rubs her hand on your leg, massaging it. Paige on the other hand is taking in your appearance, smell, pure sweetness. She wants to put you over her lap for being the tease you are but fuck she has a soft spot for you.

You can’t help but turn red at the thought that anyone can see you smashed between the Paige bueckers and Azzi Fudd. This club is all three of your favorites because it’s too expensive for the average fan girl to afford so it is more private but you still never know.

Your brain has been so busy you haven’t paid much attention to their attire till now. Azzi is wearing a lavender dress with a decently high slit on the side. You don’t miss that it's Paige’s favorite shade either. Paige is wearing an all white suit. She knows that her girls think it’s sexy.

You feel the need to go to the bathroom so you ask them to get up. They say yes of course so you walk down the hallway with your heels hitting the floor. You walk in and see a girl with cakey makeup and a black and white suit on. “Hi baby girl” she says, giving you a wink that makes you cringe. “Sorry not interested” you say quickly going into a stall.

You finish and walk out to the sinks and unfortunately she’s still standing there. “Oh come on don’t be that way” she says in an aggravating voice. “I’m taken and I wouldn’t be interested anyway” you sass her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Your ass looks too good in that mamas” she says and you give her a gag in response. As you go to leave the restroom you realize that Azzi and Paige are standing right there and they witnessed the whole thing.

“What the fuck” Paige says to the random girl. “Oh shit” the girl says, running away like a bitch. You assume she recognized your girlfriends. Azzi grabs your arm so tight it must have accidentally left a bruise. They pretty much drag you to the car. You know they probably aren’t mad at you but more so the girl, it’s still an excuse to fuck you roughly.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your small body is immediately pushed up against the wall. “What was that little stunt with this fuckin’ dress hm?” She says. “Your tits are practically falling out of it and your ass is literally showing” she says through gritted teeth. Azzi must have gone to the bedroom because you didn't see her. You don’t think about it long because you’re distracted by Paige’s lips on the sweet spot behind your ear. You bite your lip as your panties dampen slightly. Paige picks you up like you’re light work as she brings you to the bedroom.

That’s when you see Azzi sitting on the bed with a strap attached to her hips. Fuck. You know you’re in for a long night right then and there. “Don’t be shy honey come here” the curly headed girl beckoned you over. Paige leans down to your ear level. “You better ride that shit like your life depends on it and if you don’t do it correctly you get no orgasm and a spanking”. You frantically nod.

Azzi pulls up your dress just enough to see your wet panties. “Our baby loves being treated like a toy doesn’t she?” Azzi says and you shake your head yes. She rips your underwear down your legs. You try to ease yourself slowly onto the silicon cock but Azzi doesn’t approve, she shoves you down on it so hard it makes your head spin in circles. “Oh fuck!” You yell out.

“Shh” she pacifies you. You almost forgot Paige was still in the room until started to feel kisses down your neck. You let out a small whine even though you tried to stay quiet. You keep flopping up and down on Azzi’s dick while Paige kisses all around your body. You feel like you're floating. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood but you don’t even care.

Paige brings her hand down to slap your ass, leaving her hand print. You’re squirming so much on the strap because it feels so good. It has to be atleast 7 inches and you feel it everywhere. Azzi presses on your stomach to show you where her dick is. Paige speaks up against your face.

“Ya feel that? She’s in your stomach baby” the blonde laughs at you as if you’re just a little kid no one is concerned about.

Your body is alive as you feel the knot in your stomach approaching. “Please please” you shutter underneath their fiery touches. “Mommy please!” You say as your body starts to shake. “Go ahead, let go on your mommy’s cock” Paige says, your reaction is instant. Your juices leak out all over the three of you. You fucking squirted. After you catch your breath you turn strawberry red because you realize you’ve made a mess on them.

“I think you should clean her dick up, don't ya think?” You nod at the blondie’s instructions. You lay down towards the strap and wrap your lips around it. You damn near choke on it when you feel Paige enter a finger inside your pussy. You are still soaked and you know the bed is probably soaked too. Paige pushes her thick finger further inside causing you to gag around the cock. “F-fuck” you stutter with your mouth full. “Quit whining” she says and slaps your ass again. Azzi looks into your eyes, you flush deeper. Between the sounds of your mouth in the strap and the wetness of your pussy lips you’re drowning.

Tears stream down your face with pleasure behind them. You feel the familiar warmth again and it’s obvious to the both of them you’re about to cum. “Shh let it out” Azzi says as she grips your hair aggressively. Paige jerks your face away from the strap, leaving you coughing and cumming. “Oh- sh- thank you” you say with a high pitched whine that leaves your mouth.

You turn over on your back, panting and crying. You make little hums and puffs, trying to gain your strength back. They massage your legs and back until you come back to normal. You go back to your bashful state.

“Thank you..” You sigh in contentment with the both of your girls.

Taglist: @muhlslover @heart4caitlin @cosmopretty @mrsarnold

[littlefreakrry13]

it’s our paradise and it’s our war zone…

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT!! not very detailed tho!!

a/n: guysss this is my first time writing like ever so I’m sorry if this is absolutely horrible but I think I did kinda good for my first time writing!! enjoy😏😏

The storm outside mirrored the chaos in the room. The rain battered the windows, but it was no match for the tension crackling between you and Lando. He stood a few feet away, his chest rising and falling, his green eyes dark with frustration.

"You don't get it, do you?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "You think I'm just playing games with you? That I don't give a damn about this?"

Your arms crossed, trying to match his intensity even though your heart was pounding. "I think you're so good at shutting me out that I can't tell if you care anymore!"

His jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't shut you out. I'm trying to protect you!"

"From what?" you fired back, your voice trembling. "From you? Because that's exactly what it feels like, Lando!"

He took a step closer, the heat radiating off him palpable. "You have no idea how much you drive me mad," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "How every time we fight, I want to pin you against the wall and remind you exactly who you belong to."

The air left your lungs at his words, your pulse quickening as he closed the distance between you.

"Say something," he demanded, his hands gripping your arms as he stared into your eyes. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel it too."

You swallowed hard, the fire in his gaze setting you alight. "I-"

But you didn't get the chance to finish. His lips were on yours before you could speak, the kiss searing and possessive. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn't stand the thought of you being even an inch away.

You whimpered against his mouth, your hands clutching his shirt as he backed you toward the wall. The kiss was a battle, each of you pouring your frustration, your anger, and your love into it.

"You think I don't care?" he growled against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. With one swift motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "You're the only thing I care about."

"Lando," you gasped as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His teeth grazed your collarbone, his hands gripping you so tightly you knew you'd have marks tomorrow.

"Mine," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "Every inch of you. Mine."

You tugged at his hoodie, desperate to feel him, to get closer. He let you pull it off, tossing it to the floor before his hands returned to your body, sliding up under your shirt to push it over your head.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands roamed your bare skin. "But I'd rather lose my mind than lose you."

He carried you to the bed, laying you down with a controlled intensity that sent a shiver through you. His hands worked quickly, removing the rest of your clothing with a precision that left you breathless. His eyes darkened as they took in your bare body, his jaw tightening as if he was holding himself back.

"God, you're perfect," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're mine."

"Then stop talking and show me," you challenged, your voice daring.

His lips curved into a wicked grin as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that left you dizzy. "Careful what you wish for," he whispered against your lips before trailing kisses down your body.

The heat between you burned hotter with every touch, every kiss, every word. Lando's hands were everywhere, gripping your thighs, your hips, your waist as his lips worshipped your skin. When his mouth moved lower, teasing and tasting, your body arched beneath him, his name spilling from your lips like a broken mantra.

"You're so impatient," he teased, his voice vibrating against you as his fingers tightened on your thighs.

"Lando," you gasped, your voice trembling.

"That's right," he growled, his tongue and lips drawing sounds from you that made his name the only thing you could say. "Say it again."

By the time he moved back up your body, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he hovered over you, you were already undone. His face was flushed, his curls wild, and his eyes burned with a need that matched your own.

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low growl as he positioned himself. His movements were slow, deliberate, teasing you until you could barely breathe.

"Stop holding back," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He let out a low laugh, leaning down to kiss you deeply as he gave you exactly what you wanted. The rhythm he set was unrelenting, each thrust deep and deliberate, sending shockwaves through your body.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, as his name fell from your lips again and again. "You feel so good," he muttered against your lips, his voice raw and unfiltered.

Your fingers dug into his back as the tension built between you, threatening to break you apart. When you finally shattered, the sound of your release sent him over the edge, his body tensing as he followed you.

He collapsed beside you, his arm draped over your waist as he pulled you close. His breath was warm against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he whispered, "Don't you ever doubt how much I want you”

You turned to face him, your hand resting on his cheek as you smiled. "I never will again," you promised.

Because no matter how chaotic, messy, or intense it got, this was your paradise.

[hkkuugu]

tattoo • billie eilish

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a/n = my first full fic guysss im so sorry if this is bad i haven't written in so longg , hopefully this is good for you guys!!! also please keep in mind this is my first time writing smut so please cut me some slack 💕

summary = in which billie comes home with an innocent surprise , which then takes a completely different turn

warnings = a bit of fluff (i think) , smut!! , fingering , sub!billie (or switch idk) , dom!fem!reader , not proofread!!

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billie left early in the morning , saying she had an emergency meeting to do , whilst you were in doing things around your shared house.

music blasted to help ease the silence that filled the room , you were washing the dishes , not aware of your surroundings. the front door's lock opening , billie entered looking suspicious as if shes got something going on.

"ive got a surprise for youuu" her voice was heard , sounding all giddy and happy

"oh god what is it now"

"well its a surprise for a reason" she winked , you rolled your eyes jokingly , scared and excited to see what it is

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hours passed by and you're both getting ready for bed

billie decided to take a shower before sleeping whilst you were doing your skincare

she slipped her shirt off and you noticed something on her back that looked like scribbles , something you've never seen before

"bils what's that on your back?" hint of curiosity lacing your voice

"what do you mean there's nothing there" she played dumb , acting as if there's nothing new at all

"babe did you actually just get a new tattoo"

"maybe i did maybe i didn't" teasing you and still acting dumb

"i love it it looks hot" you stared at the tattoo for a good minute whilst billie was staring at your face through the bathroom mirror , clearly wanting you to do something

wild and crazy thoughts running through your mind , and it was pretty obvious that you were thinking about something , so much so that billie noticed your flushed face

"oh yea? how about instead of staring at it you actually do something"

you forcibly teared your eyes away from the tattoo and looked into her now dark eyes , filled with lust and neediness

you approached her , hungrily, needing to please her so bad

billie breaks eye contact to turn around and face you , tracing every movement you make towards her

as soon as you reach her , she grasps you harshly , slamming her lips onto yours. making out hungrily

your tongue entered her mouth to which she gladly accepts and you both continue making out until she moves to catch her breath

"fuck me." she whispered breathlessly , smirking at your reaction

you reconnected your lips , dragging her to your shared room and pushed her onto the bed. she moaned at how harshly you pushed her. you started kissing down her body , from her jaw to neck and in between her chest.

she sighed, finally relieved at having you touching her but she needed more. way more than you were giving her.

you kissed down her stomach until you reached right above of where she needed you. she moved her hips trying to hint at what she wanted.

you took the hint and silently asked for permission to remove her sweats to which she said yes to. you removed the remaining of the clothes she had on and spread her legs , revealing how wet she was

"is this how you were the entire day?"

"please , please touch me" her whines and pleases were music to your ears. you decided to not tease her today and to please her instead

you touched her core , spreading them with your two fingers. she whimpered quietly as you softly inserted your finger , letting her adjust to the feeling

as soon as she nodded her head letting you know you can move now , you immediately started thrusting your finger in and out , the sounds of her moaning and her pussy was heard filling the room

you inserted another finger , she let out a loud moan and started shaking a bit. you flipped her onto her stomach to see her tattoo

it made you think wild things , wild things that you want to do to her

"faster please"

you increased your pace and added another finger , which totalled up to three fingers

she arched her back , clenching around your digits showing that she's close

"im so close please- plea-" she let out choked moans and started mumbling things , she didn't have the energy to speak out loud

"cum for me baby" you whispered into her ear , giving her permission to cum

and she did. her legs shaking and letting out moans which got louder and louder , you helped her come down from her high. she laid down for a bit , catching her breath

you moved up towards her , placing kisses all over her to show how proud you were of her. you both cuddled up together , none of you guys speaking until you broke the silence

"you okay baby?" you started to get up , to get her cleaned up and all cared for

"yea i am just tired" you smirked at her response knowing that you did good

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@hkkuugu

[munsonluhvr]

WAY BACK [Part 1]

synopsis: older/adult!Steve harrington x adult!reader. it's been nearly twenty years since you and your high-school sweetheart, Steve Harrington, broke up. As you've seemingly moved on, living your life, Steve has been stuck in 1986, the year of your breakup, and has mulled over every idea to get you back to him. When Steve stumbles across your MySpace page, posting that you're back in town, a series of events leads you to the reality of your relationship with Steve and if your love for each other is still viable after all these years. warnings: brief mention of sex, potentially more detailed in the future (tbd) and cursing. author's note: YOU GUYSSS, I'M BACK. I'm so SO sorry for my lengthy hiatus but I went through quite the rollercoaster this summer and then started my last semester of graduate school... however, I've finally been able to begin writing again and look forward to writing out this storyline as well as finish/wrap up other installments of other fics I've started but haven't finished <3 but! for now! I'm quite happy to present to you this y2k (my fav era) fic for you... ☆ part 2 coming soon...

[ Twenty Years Ago, 1986 ]

Steve runs his fingers through your hair, the sun reflecting off of your locks of hair, letting the strands slip through his fingers smoothly. You smiles faintly, glancing quickly at him before turning her eyes back to the pond that sits in front of them. You watch closely, yet slightly distracted by Steve’s gentle touches, as two swans dance across the water, as if they’re playing a game of tag. The skin on the side of your face, the apples of your cheeks, ignite as Steve’s blunt fingertips drag up and down. Your stomach is in knots, tense with anticipation of his next move. Steve is lost in his own thoughts, wondering how he got to lucky to be sitting with you, the heat of the sun keeping them warm against the chilly spring weather. All he could think about is how he wouldn’t let himself screw this up. 

You and Steve stand against the glowing lights of her porch, moths darting around them in the night’s sky. You stand close, chests almost touching, the only thing between you is the warm summer air that is thick and heavy – but this doesn’t keep you two apart, not nearly. Steve’s hand is on your wrist, this fingers gripping lightly around you. His lips itch for yours, his mouth needy to taste you, to know you beyond the boundaries he does now. His fingers begin to trail up your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His hand moves until he reaches your cheek, cupping his hand around your face. Your eyes watch as his eyes meet yours, drawing you in until you are fully consumed. You think about all the times you’ve laid across your bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if Steve is thinking about you too – this is your salvation. Steve leans in closer, trying his best to ignore his heart beating against his chest, the blood rushing through his head. Your knees get weak, threatening to let you crumble against his touch, right on your front porch. ‘Kiss me,’ you thinks, ‘Consume me until there’s nothing left.’ Steve leans in as if he heard you, taking his confidence to push his mouth into yours, gently, letting your lips blend into one. 

“Bunny!” You squeal, your tongue sticking out between your lips to catch the ice cream that’s smeared across your mouth. He smiles, hearing the softness of your voice say the sweet nickname you gave him months ago. ‘This is heaven Steve thinks, feeling the coldness of his own ice cream dribbling down his cone and across his fingers. He doesn’t even mind the way his fingers will feel sticky in a few minutes, all he can do is watch your teeth flash between your plush lips, the way your cheeks begin to tint pink from laughter and the sun that shines down on where you sit on the curb in front of the ice cream shop. Steve watches as you look off into the distance, your eyes watching cars pass you by. Steve closes his eyes for a minute, his mind flashing to a few nights ago when you had spent time at his house in the evening. In his memory, you’re underneath him, the warmth of your skin drawing him closer and closer to you, the soft breaths that escape from your mouth. You are laid across his bed, in your underwear and a tank top, your arms circling around his shoulders, your legs fastening themselves around his waist, bringing him lower to your body. You lift your head, maneuvering to fit yourself into the crook of his neck, leaving light, gentle kisses in the process. Even now, in the current moment, Steve could feel the same intense burning in his loins that he had for you, the way he wanted to immerse himself in you and never pull away. Steve let’s his eyes open, and he returns to watching you watch the cars and contently lap away at your ice cream cone. He reaches out, unable contain the urge, and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheek bone. 

You and Steve stand on opposite sides of his bed in his room, the tension between you thick. You bites back tears, willing for a time machine to appear to allow this to end. Your fingertips dig into your palm, your frustration beginning to show. Steve clenches his jaw, not knowing how to best remedy this situation. “Talk to me, y/n.” Steve pleads, his mind whirling to a halt. He watches as you paces back and forth, your face in her hands. You whimper, missing the feeling of Steve’s arms around you already. You drops your hands from your face, wrapping them around yourself. “This isn’t going to work, Steve.” You whispers, your voice trembling with sadness. Steve’s room tilts, feeling as if he’s losing his balance. It’s then that he manages to get you to look at him and he notices the tears that collect in your eyes and the way they threaten to spill.

[ Now, 2006 ]

Steve sits in his leather cushioned reclining chair, using the lever on the side to kick out the footrest. He sighs as it goes back, his body relaxing for the first time that day. He chuckles to himself, thinking about what his father might say about possessing a reclining chair. He can almost hear his late father’s voice in the back of his mind, the overbearing deepness of his tone, the way he’d shake his head at his son owning something middle American owned – something he'd never be caught dead with in his own living room, not if he had anything to say about it. 

Steve shakes off the thought of his father and reaches over to his side table to collect the tv remote. He pushes the buttons until the tv flicks on, the colors of the gameshow that pops on filling the dimness of the room. Every night, Steve looks forward to numbing his brain with senseless tv programming, allowing himself to escape just for a little while until work calls him back into the real world in the morning. His life has quieted down throughout the years, going from his late teens and early twenties fighting monsters to spending most of his days alone. His friends have dispersed throughout the country, growing up and taking adult jobs, beginning their own lives – while Steve is still stuck in Hawkins, growing older every day. 

Steve gets bored of Wheel of Fortune and presses the remote button to flip through channels. He passes a Western themed movie, CNN, One Tree Hill, and he keeps clicking, finding nothing is appealing enough to watch, not enough to keep his mind occupied and distracted. Steve continues to click, and he passes an obscure romance movie, skips it, then backtracks, pressing the back button to return to the movie. He watches, the characters, male and female, are close, their lips nearly touching, their hands on each other’s faces. They whisper to each other, their eyelashes fluttering, their breath labored. Steve’s jaw clenches, and he begins to remember all too well. 

The memory of you is something Steve keeps hidden in his mind, most are thoughts he hardly has the stomach to touch and revisit. Steve learned early on in his life, because of you, that you can do anything and everything you can to move on, but the feeling of unfinished business will hold you back in time. 

Steve watches the movie intensely, losing himself momentarily. He watches the way the male character is drawn in by the female character, the way you can tell he’s losing himself in her minute by minute, second by second. He swallows, the memory of you beginning to creep forward in his brain. You are the only person Steve has witnessed himself get lost in, even twenty years later. He shakes his head, leaning over to pick up his beer that sits on his side table where the remote once sat. He takes several swigs, determined to will his brain into another direction. 

Steve leans back in his chair, noticing how his body has gone from relaxed to tense – the thought of you always has that effect. He stirs in his seat for several moments longer, blinking his thoughts away. His jaw clenches, and then all at once, he closes his eyes, leaning his head back and allows all the memories to flood back into his mind. It’s a sort of self-harm, really, Steve is sure of it. Thinking of you is his guilty pleasure, something he knows he shouldn’t be doing but does it anyway. Thinking of you is an action that feels good in the moment but hurts like hell afterwards. 

Oh, what Steve would do to be 19 again, holding your frame in between his arms. Steve remembers it all too well, the feeling of excitement bubbling in his stomach still as he remembers the thrill of sneaking into your bedroom or pulling you close to him, letting his lips decorate your face with soft kisses. The feeling he had with you, pure love, is something he’s never been able to replicate with anyone else, and trust, he’s tried.  

Steve has never been able to fully understand what drove you two apart, he was confident he would make you his wife someday. But overtime, it seemed you were slipping from his grip minute by minute, month by month, until it, seemingly, was too much for you to bear. It is true that Steve has attempted to replicate what he had with you but with other women. It ended with boredom or dissatisfaction; every girl was not you. Steve had been through too many women, it was getting embarrassing at his ripe age of forty, and he got tired of fucking women while imagining it was you underneath him or on top of him, and, subsequently, the women got bored with Steve trying to turn them into you. Every single one of his girlfriends pitied him, wishing for his own sake, and to spare every other female in Hawkins, that Steve would find his way back to you. 

It has been decades since Steve has seen you, the last real conversation being the night you broke up. He would catch glimpses of you for the next few years when you’d come back to town from college, visiting your parents or friends in Hawkins. Though, now it’s been over ten years since he’s seen you last – but he’s been keeping tabs on you. 

Steve is truly grateful for technological advancements, MySpace being a platform he thanks the heavens above each time he logs on and types your name in. Looking you up online is something he tries to do less and less every time, but he unabashedly fails, and it is no less than a weekly occurrence that he’s scrolling through your personalized page. Lucky for Steve, you’re quite active on MySpace, posting music clips and occasionally pictures, allowing Steve into what is now your life. It feels strange to Steve, seeing what you’re like now and how you’re so different then the 19- or 20-year-old version of yourself. He listens and then relistens to the music clips you post and when they’re romantic songs, he can’t help but wonder if the words are about him to you. 

Checking up on you through MySpace hasn’t always been pleasant. Steve has taken several punches to the gut when you’ve updated your profile, ‘In a Relationship,’ yet you never posted any more details than that. 

Steve’s fingers tingle and he can’t help but stand up abruptly from his chair and walk over to his desk where his large, clunky computer sits. He’s in auto-mode, his fingers already informed on what to do. Before he knows it, your profile is stretched across his computer screen. 

Your profile picture flashes up: a curious smile on your mouth as you stand amongst friends, arms slung around them, a beer in one of your hands. He scrolls down with his mouth, fingers jittery as Steve notices you’ve posted since the last time he’s looked. 

“Glad to be back home, been a long time coming!” The caption reads, accompanied by a photo of you standing in Hawkins’ town square, hands up in the air above your head, a big smile on your face. Posted: 3 hours ago. 

Steve gulps, all his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” Steve whispers to himself, putting a hand to his forehead. Steve scrolls back up quickly, unable to face a current picture of you. In Hawkins. Right now. Steve clicks the search bar, hitting enter to refresh the page. It takes a second, but your MySpace page reloads, a brand-new picture popping up this time. Steve jams his pointer finger onto the mouse cursor, scrolling down to see the new post. 

“Look who I’m with at Hawkins Bar and Billiards…” A picture with Nancy and Jonathan Byers, the three of your heads crammed into a small picture, grins on your faces. Posted 13 seconds ago. 

Steve suddenly feels like passing out, his large house suddenly feeling small and suffocating.  Steve’s hands clench as he fights back the urge to get in his car and go to Hawkins Bar, it’s only a three-minute drive from his house in which he frequents often. What would he even say to you? It’s been so long, he’s not even sure what he would have to stay. 

Steve sits for a moment, chewing at his bottom lip as he thinks. What would seeing you do to him after thinking about you for the last twenty years and virtually checking up on you for the last ten years? What would you think of him after twenty years? He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm in his mind. 

After several more minute of contemplation, Steve recognizing that he’d spend the rest of the night thinking about what you’re doing or what you’re talking about, he decided he’d swing by the bar. Just because he was going to leave the house doesn’t mean he’d actually have to go in or walk up to you. He could do a drive-by, attempting to see you through the window, or go in and sit at another table, just checking up on you to make sure you’re doing okay. In all honestly, Steve doesn’t know what he was going to do, all he wants is to be near you once again. 

Standing up from his seat, he dashes towards his front door, grabbing his car keys and coat off the miniature hangers besides the door. Steve opens the front door, the rush of crisp autumn air blowing him back slightly. He slips his coat on, tightening it around his frame as he walks towards his car. His fingers jitter with excitement? Nerves? Steve is too frazzled to analyze his movements or feelings as he normally does. 

Once he gets into his car, Steve turns the ignition on, letting it rubble. With precision, he backs his vehicle up, beginning to point it towards the bar. 

Steve’s stomach is in knots, as he drives towards the bar, unsure of what he’s going to be met with once he arrives. Does he go in? Stay outside? Go up to you or stay away? Steve takes one hand off the steering wheel, digging his thumb into his temple as he rubs away at the brewing headache. 

The ride over to the bar is quick, only down a few blocks from where he lives. In any other circumstance, Steve appreciates his home being in close proximity to the bar but now he wishes it was on the other side of town to allow for him to process just what in the hell he was doing. 

He approaches the bar, slowing his BMW down to attempt to peer into the glass windows of the bar, though he can’t catch a glimpse of you from the road. He puts his blinker on, turning into the parking lot that abuts the bar. He scans the parking lot looking for a spot while wondering which car is yours. He smiles to himself thinking about how knowing you wanted a Volkswagen beetle was one of the first facts he logged away about you in his brain. At 19, he foolishly thought he would buy you a brand new one for one of your birthdays when you and he were married and had established careers. He always could imagine the way your face would light up when he would hand you the keys. His heart breaks, now, thinking about how he was never able to do that for you. 

He turns his car off, taking one last deep breath before he opens his car door. As he gets out of his car, he thinks how foolish he is to be here, potentially going up to you, for what? To rekindle a two-decade old flame that might not be mutual? In that moment, Steve thinks it’s best for him to go home but something inside of him pushes his feet towards the bar’s entrance and suddenly his hand is on the door handle. 

He gulps once, twice, and he pushes the door inwards, and he steps inside. 

The bar isn’t particularly packed tonight, though Steve thinks he can hide himself away in a corner behind other groups of people if he chooses to do so. Though, without warning, Steve’s eyes land on yours, yours on his. The pit in Steve’s stomach expands and he’s positive he’s going to puke. You look just as you did, as if no time has passed and you’re both still 19, nearly 20. 

Your face shows that you know it’s Steve and he wishes he could jump into your mind, even for a moment, and know exactly what you’re thinking. Does he still look the same? Do you want to kiss him like he wants to kiss you? To taste your mouth and see if it’s still the intoxicating flavor he was addicted to way back. 

Steve is tempted to turn on his heel, high tailing it out to his car where he would speed the short drive back home. But he’s stuck in time, frozen, as if he were a deer in the headlights, in where he stands. 

He watches as your mouth opens and closes, your eyes widening by the second. Who looks like Nancy is sitting in front of you, back to Steve, completely unaware that he’s walked in, and this is the first time you and Steve have seen each other in almost 20 years. Nancy is talking quickly, unaware your attention is focused elsewhere but she must say something intriguing as you let your eyes go from Steve back to Nancy. 

Steve inhales, feeling like he can move now that your gaze is off of him, and he darts to the back of the bar and seats himself at a high-table, contemplating what he is to do now. 

[ierr]

❥# — 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 fluff

☆ — 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 you ended up getting sick so deku takes care of you.

❣︎ — 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 hey guysss, I thought about this story literally the other day and decided to write it :3. hope you guys enjoyyy.

“ 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 “ 𝖨𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖴 𝖬𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖸𝖠 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍

#❤︎︎ — 𝖨𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖴 "your fever is coming down, that's good." he muttered placing down the temperature meter going to grab the wet cloth from the bucket, squeezing the remains out of it then replacing it with the warm towel giving you a new cold one. you sighed in satisfaction feeling the coldness on your head, "who knew you would have to take care of me?." you sniffled, with a airy chuckle hearing Izuku laugh a little placing the warm towel in the cold water, "you always take care of me when i'm sick. I should return the favor." growing up you were always taking care of him, he says you were an expert at it. you were always so gentle with him, whenever he got sick or hurt you were always there to take care of him. inko knew how very close you and Izuku were, smiling everytime you would come over with his favorite snacks and soup. you were basically like her daughter, you always came over after school, every weeknd you were over or he was over at your house, you guys even had sleepovers! she would always tease Izuku, about how cute you guys would. "you and y/n would be a such great couple!." she said excitedly as Izuku almost choked on his food as you laughed, his face turning red. “m-mom!.”

but you always thought about it. you and Izuku? one day? "I'm going to get us something eat, alright? I'll be back, promise." he held up his pinky as you smiled nodding your head, interlocking your pinky with his. he also smiled, getting up from the chair to walk out your room. as you waited, you were scrolling through your phone to pass by the time, you weren't supposed to be on it due to Izuku saying, "it'll make your head hurt even worse!." though you doubted it, you were bored :(. being sick was the worst thing that can happen to anyone. you hated it. the sniffling, the coughing, the constant headaches, etc. 10 minutes had went by and izuku came back with a tray of food, your plate being your favorite and his plate being his with two glasses of water, "I’m glad mina is a fast cook." he chuckled, placing the trey on your night stand, you hummed in agreement placing your phone down, slowly sitting up.

~

after you guys had eaten. you fell asleep with Izuku right beside you, he already took your guys plates back to the kitchen and came back to you sleeping already. he softly sighed, going to place his hand on your forehead, “at-least your fever calmed down.” he muttered taking his hand back but it was grabbed by yours feeling your grip ahold of his, “don’t go..Izuku.” you murmured in your sleep holding his hand with a tight grip making him softly smile relaxing “I’m not going anywhere.” you groaned holding him, slowly opening your eyes but they only fluttered back closed. “can we cuddle?.” you questioned with a mutter as Izuku’s face turned red. “c-cuddle? are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable!.” you hummed chuckling giving him a tired smile, “I’m sure.” he was still unwary about it but he finally gave in with a sigh, “ok.” you let go of his hand, slightly scooting back to give him room, feeling him slide into bed with you. he pulled the covers back down to cover you both as you instantly went to hold his waist placing your head on his chest. Izuku went hot not knowing where to place his hands, he gulped a little feeling nervous but slowly placed his hands on your back feeling you move closer. Izuku sighed relaxing as well, it was his first time ever cuddling with a girl. especially you. his childhood friend! but he does have to admit..his mom might be right, you and him? he softly smiled getting more comfortable, placing his arms more comfortably around you. It took a few minutes but he eventually started to fall asleep, warmth engulfing you both. maybe inko is right..

you guys would be a good couple

[neverthatsirius-jo]

december recs <3

— bucky barnes.

light by @sun-kissy

↳ reader moves in next to bucky’s and they likeeee each other, and it’s a sweet fic, and san wrote it!! <3

— matt murdock.

through your eyes i see, a smile you bring to me by @siriuslylantsov

↳ what is up with december and gift-giving guysss, this one also said: for jo 😔!! it’s mine but i’ll let you guys read it cause it’s that good. <3333 LOVVVVEDD IT SO MUCH ALISHA I LOVE U <3333

— remus lupin.

pahinga (rest) by @foodiegoogie

↳ rese ficccc!!! comforting remus after a full moon!!! wohoooo 🥳💗🧚‍♀️✨

— sirius black.

bags series by @777heavengirl

↳ have been reading this fic for some time and there’s only one chapter left and i’m not ready to let go AAAA :( said this last month in the recs list but this series is the best and you should go read it right now ! <3333

untitled by @iamgonnagetyouback

↳ i requested this one for her event and it was the sweetest thing i’ve read, ty for writing my request <3

— spencer reid.

mistletoe by @siriuslylantsov

↳ decorating with spencer reid <33333

tis’ the damn season by @parfaitblogs

↳ tis’ the damn season to read lia’s fics !! 🤨 go on !! (THE DIALOGUEE IN THIS ONEE <33)

love to keep me warm by @parfaitblogs

↳ sweet, sweet short fic <33

present enough for me by @parfaitblogs

↳ actually the dialogue in this oneee <333 i think i just love all lia’s dialogues tbh. lovely fic <333

— steve rogers.

tangled up in you by @elixirfromthestars

↳ GUYYS GUYSS GUYSS, this was dedicated to meee because mel is the best and the sweetest person on this planet and a great writer who comes up with the best fluffy fics. pure, pure christmas fluff and the best part is that it’s frIENDS TO LOVEEEEEEERSSSSSSSSSSS :DDDDDDD AND STEVE ROGERSSSSSSSS, still giddy thinking about this fic

back to fic recs list

[caramelcleopatraa]

Birthday Updates :)

x: hey guysss!! so I have some things to say. first thing is, I will not be continuing kintober sadly, and I will save the rest of the props for 2025, as I do want to come back to them. there are some more projects that I'm working on that's grabbing my attention more, plus dance and college make my life hectic. so because of that and to make up for that... kinda... , I decided to give you guys ALOOOT of sneak peeks into things I have been working on and things I want to share with you guys soon <3 also its my birthdayyyy!! a bad bitch is turning up 🤪

A quick fic I made in an hour

x: heavily inspired by harmshake and msbigredmachine's collaboration because they have me on a leash waiting for the next installment

He was working out in his backyard again. The fourth time this week. Not that you were checking or keeping count or anything, the window that gave you a view of your backyard also gave you a view of his as well. Those black sweatpants fit loosely around his waist, showing a little too much skin that you were used to. He always wore hoodies or sleeveless shirts. Guess today was not one of those days. And out of all the things you catch him out there doing, you caught him doing hip thrusts. Lucky you. You swore his abs shined like glazed donuts while he huffed and grunted through his set. You felt like a creep for staring, but you couldn’t keep your damn eyes off of him. His hair was swept up into a half-assed bun, letting you see all of his beautiful features. You couldn’t believe that someone that fine had moved in next to you. But as much time as you could spend here oogling at him working out, your laptop was calling for you. To finish that damned assignment you had been working on for your class.

Three more hours had passed quicker that you realized. You worked like a machine, pumping out so many assignments and standard based quizzes, you were sick of seeing the same logo at the top left of your screen. The weather was nice outside. Chill breeze with a purple pink and orange sky. Perfect weather for you to work outside. You balance your laptop in one hand while opening the sliding glass door with another. 

“Finally decided to come outside huh?”

You hear a deep voice on your left, surprised that he was even out here this late. His laptop was in his lap, reading glasses on the small glass table that sat next to his chair. He wore another pair of sweatpants, dark gray this time, and a blue shirt. 

“Watching me, huh?”

He continues to type on his computer but takes a second to look at you while talking.

“So you weren’t watching me work out a couple of hours ago?”

You couldn't even deny that. You just replied with the quickest comeback you could think of.

“It was just weird to me that you were doing a full on workout outside. Equipment and everything. I’m not used to living next to a gym freak.”

All of your previous neighbors had been wealthy corporate men or women, so seeing them outside for any reason other than them getting in the car, picking up mail, or putting the trash at the end of the driveway, they were pretty much ghosts. You only knew them because their packages would get sent to your doorstep a couple of times because of how similar your addresses were. 

“What brings you out here?”

“Just sick of bein’ in the house, The weather’s nice and plus you're done huffing and puffing, so i can come chill out here in peace.”

He laughs to himself, recalling the way that your eyes examined him from the comfort of your kitchen. How you were almost paralyzed by the sight you saw as soon as you lifted your head. It was cute how much you were lying and playing poker face to make yourself seem innocent.

“What do you do for a living sir? I doubt you look like that just because.”

“I’m a personal trainer. Mostly for athletes, but some celebrities too.” Well that explains why he’s so in shape.

“What about you, maam? What do you do for a living.”

“College professor. Chemistry”

He raises his eyebrows and takes his focus off of his laptop fully, looking at you sorting your students into groups for a project coming up.

“That’s impressive. How do you like it?”

You sigh hesitantly, not trying to sound like you hate your job. You really didn’t. There’s just so many things that you wish would change at the university you teach at. You’re sure your coworkers would say the same thing. You could quit, save yourself the trouble. But you had such good students. They needed a good, consistent, and dedicated teacher.

“Wonderful students, horrible administration. Makes working there draining.”

“Ever thought of going to the gym? Working out all that pent up stress?”

Now your attention was fully on him. “Not a gym girlie. It’s too intimidating.”

“I think it would be beneficial for you. Could help you more than you realize.”

“Since you’re giving me the idea, are you going to help me?”

He stands up and makes his way over to you with elongated strides. Staring you down without his eyes straying away for a second. He had built up so much tension in those few steps it took to get to you. Much more tension you expected to get from this conversation. 

“I’ll be more than happy to train you," he says, picking up the notepad and pen to write something on it, and hands it back to you with a smile.

“Call when you’re ready for me~”

A piece of Day 8 because that's gonna become a full fledged piece of writing :)

“Y/N.” His voice struck like a thunderbolt, taking your attention away from the man standing in front of you. “Strip for us.” The dress you had on became restricting as soon as he told you to strip. You felt their eyes on you as you pulled the straps down ever so slowly. Exposing one breast, then the other, and seconds after, your entire body. Both men groan in satisfaction, eyeing every part of you that is now uncovered. The lacy matching panties you had on stretched perfectly along your hips and ass. Each man had a different view of you. Jey got to see your face completely, your tits, and hips from the front. Roman on the other hand, relished in the view of your back, and ass, relying purely on your body language mostly.

“Take them panties off too, baby,” Jey says, making eye contact with you as you pull them down teasingly.

“Lay her on the bed, Jey.” Roman says, fidgeting in the seat and adjusting his pants. Jey hoists you up and gently lays you in the middle of the silk red sheets. “Alright princess, pick who you want to continue on. Me, or Jey?” You look to your left seeing Roman staring over you as ajey stands at the foot of the bed. 

‘He said he doesn't mind this.. So I can be honest.’

You want Roman. You want him to touch you. The tiniest tinge of guilt crept into your mind as you admitted it to yourself. God, it's so nerve racking. All this time you spent burying how you felt and avoiding him. And yet, you were about to say it out loud for the first time ever. You want him. You do.. ‘I want you-’ “Roman. I… I want you.” That was all it took for Roman to click his tongue at Jey this time, motioning him to sit where he did a few moments ago. And now Roman’s standing at the foot of the bed.

A snip from My Man, My Man, My Man

“I’m fixing to make me a drink with all these people we have to bartend,” Renni whines, sitting on her hip and cleaning her station with the temporary break they had. “Girl who you tellin? And it’s only 12. You know more people gon’ be on their way.” Yasmine observes the people beyond the bar. All types of celebrities that meet the eye. Actors, singers, producers, athletes, business men, you name it. Everybody was here. “All of these people here and not a fine man in sight,” Yasmine says.

The room was dark, but illuminated at the same time. The hidden dark pockets and nooks and crannies in the club that weren’t visible due to the overhead spotlights were the freakum’s greatest dream. The expansive wall of bottles behind Yasmine that lit like Christmas lights was a spectacle and art in itself. all those different bottles that could be used to make different drinks for so many people. Yasmine learned a lot about people, more than she’d hoped to working as a bartender. How to handle inebriated people, how to gain more patience, how to say no, and how to look for suspicious people. like the douchebags that ordered a drink for some random girl, but ended up getting mad at her because she served him nothing. An empty cup. And she was quick to tell Demetrius, because he too couldn’t stand people like that at all, especially in his own club.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes shift to the entrance, staring at the 5 men that walked in. She didn’t get to memorize all of their faces, but she surely memorized one.

The first man that stood in front of all of them. Tall and fine would be the words that she would use to describe him in those fastly paced seconds, but that doesn’t describe him well in her mind. He walked with confidence, not deterred by everyone’s gaze on him. completely unfazed by the murmuring and the cameras flashing as he wedged through the thick crowd. maybe a little too late for her to be wondering how she looked before she realized he was making his way to the bar. “OMG girll, he coming straight to the bar!” Renni says, eyeing him just the same, although laced with blind lust. she had to manually close her mouth with her hand and rip her eyes away from him. 

The red sea of people continued to part as the five men make their way to the bar, scouting the 5 empty stools in the middle of the bar. Yasmine knew exactly who they were. The bloodline. The reigning WWE Superstars. Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Zilla Fatu, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns. Their commanding aura was enough to put the entire place on pause. There were no words to be said.

As soon as they sat down, things seemed to fade back to normal, but the known fact that the bloodline was in the same place sat in the back of everyone’s mind. Roman and Solo sat on Renni’s side, and Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla sat on Yasmine’s side. A little disappointed, but Yasmine still had a job to do, and she did it damn well. Their orders are somewhat of what she expected. 

Jey asks for a tequila manhattan: kinda expected for someone as energetic as him.

Jimmy requests a greyhound: not what i expected. maybe he wants to get tore up tonight. or celebrate something?

and zilla asks for a Gin and Tonic: a classic. maybe he doesn’t drink like that. Yasmine guesses that Solo would order another Gin and Tonic. ‘Maybe drinks a little more and settles on a classic.’ She wonders what Roman would order. ‘Maybe an Old Fashioned… he looks like that kind of person.’

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[wonderful-writers-au]

Or Nah (18+ minors dni!)

Dom!Ethan Landry x Sub!F!Reader

W/C - 1 K

Warnings - Alcohol and Drug usage, smut, p in v, choking kink, oral (m!receiving), bimbo!Reader, unsafe sex, pull out method, breeding kink

Or Nah by Ty Dolla $ign (feat. The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa and Dj Mustard)

!!!! IS NOT A REAL STORY, DO NOT USE OR HAVE COCAINE UNLESS IT IS LEGAL TO DO SO WHERE YOU LIVE !!!!

Summary - You went to the club with your friend to unwind of the week, then you meet Ethan, the nerdy guy who sits in the back of your econ class, but he doesn't seem so nerdy when Alcohol is in his system....

➶✺。Are we fucking when we leave the club or nah?

➶✺。Can you lick the tip then throat the dick, or nah? 

You were what most people would call a bimbo, a hot one, you loved going to clubs and finding any boy to go home with that night. But this night, you kind of just wanted to wind down, have a couple drinks, that was until you saw Ethan. "Ok, so your besties with Anika's sister?" Ethan asks you, taking a long sip of his drink afterwards. You nod and then sit down at his booth which he invited you too.

"Yep! I practically lived with them in highschool!" You exclaim, he then takes in all your features, just long enough for you to notice. "Why are you so different now? Like at the club, you usually are like so awkward in class." "The alcohol, it like gives me a confidence boost, I don't know." He smirks. "I also just happen to be a big ass flirt sometimes." He shrugs and you let out a loud laugh.

"I can't believe it." "Well, I've managed to get you here, haven't I?" You look at him in shock, he has, he flirted with you as soon as he saw you take a seat at the bar next to him. "So are you like into me or something?" "You sweet, dumb thing, of course I am." Ethan smirks, he then moves closer to you, his face somewhat inches away from yours.

"Guysss!" Tara hisses, making you and Ethan pull apart almost instantly. "I got coke!" She slurs. "Please don't yell that babe." Chad smiles at her. Chad and Tara sit down at the booth and smirk at you both. "You guys in?" Tara asks you.

"Fuck it! Why the hell not?" You smirk at them. Tara wraps her arms around you and smiles. "I love you, Y/n. have I ever told you that. Everyone is such a fucking downer sometimes." Tara slurs at you. "Ethan, are you in?" Chad asks Ethan. "No thanks, I'd rather not get arrested." He shrugs and you frown at him. "What?!" He says as he notices your frown, putting his hands up defenselessly as Tara joins your pouting look.

"Ok, why the fuck not?" He gives up as Tara starts doing the lines of the powder out of the bag. She rolls up a 1 dollar note and then puts it almost in her nose and sucks it up nicely. "Your turn!" She smiles at you, and you take the dollar from her. You do like two lines with everyone else before you leave to get another drink. You go back to see Ethan now by himself. "Eth." You slur at him. "Do you feel fucking amazing? Cause I feel fucking amazing."

You put yourself on his lap and he blushes slightly. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him. "I do feel pretty good." He smiles at you. "Do you want to go back to my place?" You ask him, he looks at you shocked. "To do what?" "To do this."

You press your lips against his and it feels like an instant euphoria. He tastes like strawberry and vodka, the combination of what he has been drinking all night, you loved the taste of him and as he pulled you onto his lap properly so your straddling him, your lips were back onto his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist.

His lips go down to your neck and then he picks you up like you weight as much as a feather and takes you to one of the club bathrooms and locks the door. "I don't think I can wait till we get to your house, Y/N."

"That's fine." You breathe out, pressing your lips quickly against his, he places you on the sink and goes in between your legs. His lips go to your neck and you're instantly trying to get his jacket off. You then press your lips back on his and then push him lightly off you to get on your knees. The whole situation feels rushed, but you love feeling the excitement shoot through your veins as you slowly undo his belt.

You pull out the belt and then place it on the floor as you slowly unbutton his pants, as you pull them down, his cock his strained against his boxers, already hard. "Hard for me already Baby?" You ask him, your words in a slur. He sucks in a breath as you come up to give him a kiss as you palm him through his boxers.

You then go back onto your knees and pull down his boxers, his cock springs out and is larger than you thought it would be. You kiss the tip and then he lets out a little groan. You then take him in your mouth and then he lets out a louder groan. He then takes a handful of your hair in his hand and supports your movements lightly forcing a bit of pressure on your head.

"Shit, Y/N." Ethan groans. "Your mouth is taking me so well baby..." You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and that's when you know he's close, so you quicken your movements and his grip on your hair tightens.

"Are you fine if I cum in your mouth?" He asks and you nod. It almost felt overwhelming when you felt his cock twitch almost uncontrollably and a salty taste fills your senses. You slowly glide your lips and mouth off his cock, he groans.

You spit it out into the sink, the taste slowly lingering but dissipating in your mouth. He grabs your thighs. “That was hot baby.” Ethan purrs. “You’d look so fucking sexy with pregnant my child.” He pulls your body closer to his. The space between him and you slowly shrinking in size. He pulls you up onto the sink with him. He kisses your neck. His touch and kisses makes a sense of butterflies flow through your stomach.

“Eth…we should stop…someone could walk in…” You say, your voice meek and quiet. He scoffs out a hearty laugh. “But do you want too?” He asks, his voice deep. You nod. “Then what’s the issue?”

“There…isn’t one then..” you say, you look at the door. He grabs your chin, he can read your expression instantly. “No need to be worried about people coming in. We’ll be quick.” He purrs into your ear. He slowly pulls your body onto his so you’re straddling him. As he does this, he pulls up your dress so it’s resting at your hips.

He slowly pulls your underwear to the side. He hums in appreciation. He positions you so your hovering over his hard cock. He lowers you so he slowly enters you. You gasp and he groans.

Someone knocks on the door. “Who’s there?” You ask. You hear a slur of a voice behind that door. “I need to pee.” Tara slurs. “Who ever is in there. Get out pleaseeee.”

you slowly crawl off his lap. You pull your dress and panties to the side. “Fuck you Tara.” Ethan grumbles.

[cynical-rain-frog]

Confessing to Blade <3 (Gn!reader)

School AU, Blade's perspective, might turn into a series, Blade is probably OOC, ok cool, hope you enjoy, love you guysss

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Blade watched you silently as you approached him after class. He is used to you starting the conversation with little question or comments so when you stop in front of him and just stare at your feet, he feels strange. Concern starts to fill his body when you don't look at him.

All throughout his school life Blade had never felt close to anyone. A long time ago he had friends, but they had moved away or been expelled. Even now, he had people to hang out with, the others in his scavenger hunt club, but they were more acquaintances than friends.

So when you came along and broke down his walls, he treasured you, and kept you close.

Back to the present, Blade started panicking. He thought you were about to leave him and move on. Find friends who were funnier, talked more, did more for you, made you feel– wait. Why is your face turning red? Why are you handing him an envelope? Why are you shuffling away with your face in your hands? 

Blade watched you leave, stunned. It took him a minute before remembering the envelope in his hands, he looked down and saw the little heart sticker, keeping it closed. His calloused hands gently opened the letter and read your heartfelt confession. Clearly, some things were going to change.

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[hummingbird-games]

2023 In Review (Indie Games)

Last year's! | 2021

I apologize in advance for how long this might be. As a reminder, I don't bash games here so even if I hated something with every fiber of my being...I ain't sharing. As a second reminder, my more in depth reviews and live blogging has moved to Gem's Game Gems so I don't clutter the HBG's main blog. Okay. ON WITH THE REVIEW!!

DEMOS

Diffraction (Demo)- A rainy day otome indeed. I love the quiet gentleness of this game, the two romance options, and the fact that our MC is a photographer and struggling with her art and stack of life "failures" (because...SAME!!)

Alaris - I was asleep and now I am awake: I came late for the advertised fae and dragon lore, stayed seated and waiting for Fenir zjgjdf. Oh, and I guess the mystery surrounding our MC's abilities LOL.

The Summit Library - When I say I was maaaaaad when I realized I blew through chapter 1 and would have to go back to waiting for more content??? LOL, I was very miffed. Anyhoo, check out this title for the gorgeous art, another intriguing mystery (like what is *up* with the magic in the poor library?? who or what is to blame?? 👀) and of course the lovely characters we've been introduced to thus far.

Of Sense and Soul - I'm a regency romance girl. Like after you strip away the other stuff, I am but a poor woman with simple needs: a good ass love story 🤧💛 It's about the yearning and the slow burn and the will they/won't they/PLEASEEE they...I've never been so charmed by a demo, and the full game is going to be amazing I just know it!

Made Marion - This project is a game I've been keeping tabs on for a hot minute but hadn't taken the time to sit and properly enjoy the demo. I'M SO GLAD I DID!!! It's in early access now, so I'm hoping eventually I'll be able to carve out some time to play, but guysss Velvet Cupcake is doing the Thing?!? No idea which love interest I'll go for first, but I had a fun time meeting the Nottingham peeps in the demo.

Herotome (Super Demo) - Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh oh my GOSHHH. Where do I even began?? (Really the question is where the hell do I end because this is one of those projects I talk about a lot/think about a lot and surprisingly haven't run out of things to say zkjfksjd). Another game I've been following for a while, it 100% lives up to the superhero genre in its aesthetic, the characters you interact with, the music and sound design, and of course the slowly unfurling story. Jade and Mia had come out as my top faves, Warden is still there, like hovering in the backgroud, shhhh but I have a special place in my heart for Griffin too (that conversation we have with her?? I have so many screenshots just so I can go back and reread and sear the words in my brain. Like a weirdo. Yup.)

Celestial Crowns - Stats building, celestial royalty, dating sim where you fuck around and find out your choices directly affect your MC's personality?? I'm sat. I supported the Kickstarter and now I try to practice patience for the full game's release siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighh.

OTOME/JOSEI JAM

Please note this is a SUPER abridged list for my sanity and I fell a little more in love with these 2 jams with each entry I played...

Intertwine - As embarrassing as it sounds, I've never given much thought to the "red string" thing, and I consume more than enough romance media LOL!! But Van is suuuuuch a beautiful man, the UI for this game is so interactive and lovely, the music is ALSO lovely, just lovely-love all the way around teehee. (Also this game encourages replayabillity so like, do with that info what you will.)

Spring Boy [Demo] - I believe this game is going through a complete rehaul, so my thoughts and feelings refer to the original jam entry I played. The art is bright and cute and it's a super super short demo, but I was intrigued by the other student we meet on our mission to plead with our professor about our bombed exam lol!

Assignment Due: Project Blue - IRl group projects??? Suck absolute ass. Group projects with a guy name Asher?? Suddenly it's my new favorite thing in the world 😁

Cryptid Campaign Manager [DEMO] - Remember the last time I looked over a cryptid dating sim??? Remember how I was SUCH a fool?? Good thing I didn't make that mistake again!! The prologue is such a tease but you get an idea of what the full game is gonna be like, and I'm excited to see where my career involving love (and politics) goes!

Heart Cage [Demo] - Yoooooo I stay my ass far far far away from yanderes (could never get into the trope or the character type). WELP. Guess I just needed to keep searching because I really downloaded this off a whim--well, the whim being one of my fellow dev peers playing and rating-- and proceeded to get sucked in 🤧I thought being a detective would be the highlight, but I guuuueeesssss I was more into the romance options than I thought. Oops.

Evernight - I tried to explain what this game meant to me on the side blog, but words failed me. I still don't know what to say other than I loved it?? Which is like ummm I say I love everything, and yeah I'm easy to please BUT Y'ALLLLLL if you play no other game, play this one. Please. Date a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or a fae. Plz. Also figuring out the mystery of your MC's abilities and past is just delightful, ugh.

Bright Oak (demo) - Anotha one I wrote about on the side blog!!! Play this one!!! The writing is lush and atmospheric and the characters are all delightful and it's another game with a mystery to untangle!

The Faithfulness of the Universe- This one gets the award for most unique all around entry that I played. Theeeeee prettiest pixel art to bless my eyeballs, and this tasty mystery concerning Fate and witch Faustina's future (or lack thereof 👀) and what it all means. As a player I very much want to know what it all means!

A Cup For All Seasons - Another game that needs its flowers y'all. It's short but super healing and super cozy and the voice acting and music really tie the gaming experience together???

The Working Woman's Guide to Burning Bridges - DEMO - It's the way I played the demo twice and I've been thinking about it ever since 😭😭😭🙃 obviously life happens and things come up, plus this was a demo. But. BUT!!! I am on my hands and knees prayinnggg the team gets together again to finish the game. I love playing as a stressed, lowkey bitter hot mess who doesn't have her life together 😂somehow the fictional version is soooo much more entertaining!!!

Keyframes (Spring Demo) - After the game College Craze, this is legit THE college, slice of life visual novel of my dreams. I cannot wait for the updated demo next year, and the Kickstarter whenever that rolls around. And now that the developer is on Tumblr, I've definitely been stalking the account and reading each new post like it's my day/night/weekend job 🤧

Hello Counsel 💋 - Okay I take it back, Evernight is like a 20/10 but Hello Counsel is like an 100/10 👁️👄👁️ This game is necessary for my mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health, alright? The banter ✅ the character designs ✅ the music ✅ the sizzling chemistry between Poise and Salem ✅ I wish this game had more buzz because IT'S SO GOOD!!! (also the dev, Miseri, is who I wanna be when I grow up. I've made it through almost their whole backlog of games and there are no misses and EVERY game is different from the rest and it makes it hard for a toodler dev--ME--to cope LOL)

Candied Hearts - Isekaied into a candy themed game?? Sign me TF UP!!! (Peppermint I love you dearly, you must understand.)

Fully Released & Played (at least 1 playthrough)

The Knight's Dilemma - I don't even know how I originally stumbled upon this??? I just know it had been in my backlog for a hot minute and I was intrigued enough to save it way back when. Y'ALL WHY DIDN'T I PLAY SOONER SKJFHFJFH! There's a couple different endings, I loved the voice direction, AND it's such a simple concept of a game that was just executed beautifully.

Trouble Comes Twice - If I had to make a top 5 list of romance VNs, guess who makes the list?? Guess. Guess guess guess. Have you guessed yet??? LOL! I have been in love with TCT since it's development days and with each passing month, waiting in anticipation, playing the Pateron beta builds, screaming on the main blog about every single thought I had about Jace and Hazel (shoutout to Jace for helping me figure out *me*) Lol if you're curious about said thoughts, those posts are on this blog and not the side blog.

Aelfric the Wondrous - 10/10 would love to forget my first play through JUST to have that experience fresh again 😭😭💛Cute and funny and a wonderful parody type game all around.

A Summer's End - Hong Kong 1986 - Goodness, there's no excuse for why this took me years to finish but anyhoo, I finished, I loved it, I recommend it! It's romantic and achingly authentic and the art is soooo gorgeous I literally can't stand it 😭

The Things You Do For Love - Unhinged yandere manages to entertain and garner sympathy and laughter from Gemini. And that poly ending is chef's kiss too????

Band Camp Boyfriend - There are a handful of games I found and loved before I began my game development journey, and this is one of them. BCB is so dear to me, because of the story and characters but also because of the Dynamic Duo creators and their team behind the scenes. I was never a band kid I was a chorus kid but just as the band geeks loved this game to pieces, us normal folks do too!! Even the boys who I didn't like I STILL managed to find joy in playing their routes (still have a few more to finish at the time of this posting lol, GOTTA GET THE FINAL ROUTE YO). Anyway, this game more than delivered for me and I hope more people keep discovering it!!

Belle Automata: Chronicle I [RELEASED] - While only Chronicle 1 is out at the time of this posting, I already know that the 2nd and 3rd parts are going to be just as amazing???? I wrote about this one on the side blog, so here's my copypaste that still rings true:  

I love TNP (The Nightmare Prince) but Victor’s route hit the sweet spot for me. Maybe it’s the slow(er) burn nature of this route, maybe it’s the reserved nature of Victor and watching him slowly start to care (AND NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THOSE FEELINGS TEEHEE) for me.

A Date with Death - I wrote about this on the side blog--again--. The demo. And then right after finishing a route. And then again where I was fully awake and still managed to sound deranged. No copypaste for that, I shall be nice. But yeah!! Another game where I was screaming at the sky about how much I love it and how I'll never know peace as long as I live.

Our Life: Baxter DLC - I need to offer an official apology to both Cove and Derek because falling head over heels, down the stairs, crashing into the parking lot, falling again but down a manhole for Baxter's infuriating ass was NOT on my 2023 bingo board??? HELLO???? I bought his DLC just to complete my OL collection. Was not expecting to love it this much. Was not expecting to be called to write fanfic and abandon all responsibilities to do this. WHILE DOWN WITH COVID TOO. Allow me to play the song of my people. *Send in the Clowns plays*

Our Cinderella - (this is so funny I'm taking about a side game before the main game LOLOLOLOL) Guys. Guysss. You guyyyysss 🥹if you're looking for a cozy, hilarious, equally oddly and wonderfully sweet short game, this is the one!! You may have your personal favorite Iggy ship (like me) but all the pairings are so amazing and just make sense lol!

Wylde Flowers - This is the only non visual novel game on here but it gets the spotlight because I did NOT spend 90+ hours on this game to gatekeep this beauty. No. It the coziest, the funniest, the funnest, the most addictive Switch game (after Teacup) I've ever played.

Fully Released (& still on 1st playthrough)

Garden of Seif: Chronicles of an Assassin - Life kicked my butt and then sat on me SO while I finally got my grubby hands on the full copy, I still have only played the entirety of the demo. But. We will return to this in 2024 and hopefully I'll have a full review for the next wrap up!

Our Wonderland - I looked back at the side blog and I can't believe it was only THIS year that I started OW??? Because I'd known of the game and the dev for longer than that??? So basically what I'm saying is that I was chicken shit for longer than I've been in love with this world that Developer Carrot has created kjzhhshggj. But OMG to get me, who is scared oh so easily to get hella invested in this clearly labeled horror game??????????????? And even with shit gets super absurd and hella disturbing, I cannot stop playing. At the time of this post, I'm only in Act 4, hence the category above, but it's only because I play each act in a sitting and lose track of space and time and myself. That's a compliment btw.

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Okie!! That's 2023 in a nutshell! I played a looooot of really good games this year and while I would have liked to talk about them all, I think this list provides a nice overview.

Let me know if we share any favorites!

- Gemini 💛

[the-diary-of-a-moody-teenager]

Okay so after 1 day processing (lies i processed nothing) and listening to " will you fall in love with me again " on repeat

I have thoughts A LOT OF THEM

I loveeee how Penelope's RAGE is showcased in the song and especially in the livestream ( @gigizetz you absolutely GOAT ) , because it's her husband in front of her after 20 goddamn years and he has the GAL to say if you knew the things (i absolutely love the background showing all the animatics of the things he has done and how he has changed ) I have done (not blaming ody here he has a totally vaild perspective) , could she bring herself to love him again, and SHE IS PISSED , but she knows he husband very well so instead of shouting, she asks him for a simple favour, to move the wedding bed (and i love how it's adapted from the Odyssey, Penelope instead of proving herself that's her husband, proves ody that he's still her husband) , and ody is pissed( bro brings out the electric guitar and all 💀) and is like how could you ask me to do that , it's a symbol of everlasting love , and PENELOPE is like WELL ONLY MY HUSBAND KNEW THAT SO I GET THAT MAKES HIM YOU (you can hear the rage in her voice, ask stupid questions get stupid answers ), and ody is shooketh , his falabers are gasted , and then we get "I will fall in love with you , Over and over again, I don’t care how, where, or when, No matter how long it’s been

You’re mine ( how dare you insinuate that you AREN'T MINE , YOU ARE MY HUSBAND AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU , ALL THE VERSION OF YOU AND NOTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE THAT )

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person, You’re always my husband, And I’ve been waiting, waiting , Waiting, waiting , Waiting, waiting,Waiting, oh!, For you..." ( and then we get the montage of how hard the 20 years have been for her too and how she has changed too, and it's in her voice ahahaha)

AND THEN THE INSTRUMENTALS OF "JUST A MAN " (I'm just a man who's fighting for his life, Deep down, I would trade the world to see my son and wife) START PLAYING AND JUST KILL ME AT THIS POINT , it would hurt less (he's finally HOME GUYSSS , OUR BOY IS HOME )

And ending it with "I love u's " was the best decision EVER

So basically I guess what i wanted to say was OdyPen are the standard and we should expect nothing less , no other will ever come close to them and i WILL MISS THEM IMMENSELY

[satlun]

Seduced in Blue: Tom Ludlow x Fem!reader

Genre: nsfw, romance Trigger Warnings: age gap (LEGAL), swear words, slurs, oral (m!receiving)

Taking care of him after a long day of his work.

Author's note: can't get enough of him so I needed to write. Enjoy guysss. *English isn't my first language.*

“Fuck...” Tom swears sharply before walking into the bathroom. “What... baby?” You mumble when you hear him swear. It's Friday morning, he's late now. Tom came home late last night and also had sex with you, that's why he can barely wake up in time this morning. You both have been dating for a year and a half. He's much older than you, you're in your mid 20s meanwhile Tom is in his early 40s. He met you one night at the bar nearby, the first time he saw you he was so attracted by you, the way you talk with other people, the way you make drinks. You're so sweet and sexy at the same time. And when you both start dating, you're like an innocent girl who is clingy with him, that's his favorite thing.

You're still lying and stretching on the bed with only underwear and your oversized t-shirt while he's dressing up. Tom looks at you through the mirror while you're stretching your legs and arms like a cat, the curves of your body just beautiful that he just wants to touch you right now but the fact that he can't. It's almost 9am. “You're looking at me.” You noticed it so you said that with a tease. You look at him through the mirror while he's doing his hair. “Can you really blame me?” He said. Tom with his uniform is the best combo actually, he looks extremely hot in it. His tight body can be seen obviously. You just don't want him to go to work at all but you can't do anything, you don't want to act like a silly kid. “I don't want you to leave.” You can't help to not say anything at all but you really really don't want to act like a silly kid. “But it's okay.” You apologized. Tom didn't say anything just noticed the way your shirt falls down a little bit, revealing your bare skin on your shoulder. So smooth and soft like he touched last night. He doesn't want to leave either.

Tom walks towards the bed and sits down on the edge. You just look at him without saying anything further. You don't want to restrain him when he's already late to work. Tom's eyes are scanning all your face and your shoulders. The way you see his eyes scanning around your body is just make you feel something. He doesn't want to leave, you're sure. His finger gently brushes your hair away from your pretty face. It's so hard for him to see you like this, he just doesn't want to leave. The way his fingers touch your face makes you want him more, more of his touch. You immediately crawl onto his lap and give him a big kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist while he's still wearing his blue uniform which is hot as fuck. Tom is almost caught off guard but he does finally grab your hip so both of your bodies can get closer even more. Tom moves his hands on your thighs while you're kissing him. His hands now rest on your inner thighs while you break the kiss so sudden, you tease him, you want him to want you more. “It was a morning kiss. You can go to work now.” He can't believe that's all you say after doing that. Who's gonna take the responsibility? You are about to move away from his laps but he grabs your waist first, keeping you on top of him. “Where are you going?” You look down at him while both of his hands are in your tiny little waist. “You're late.” You tease him more. He's already late and you're making it hard for him to leave you right now. “And whose fault is that, huh?” He asked while keeping his gaze on you intensely. “Not my fault. It's your fault that you can't resist me.” You talked back like a little brat. “Yeah? It's my fault I can't resist you looking like that, all sleepy and needy and pouty sitting on my lap?” He touches your soft cheek. His eyes burning on you. You just chuckle at him, that's all. It makes him raise his eyebrows. Look at you. When you're playful and cheeky like this he just wants to keep you all for himself only. Tom slowly moves his hand under your oversized t shirt. His skin which is so rough from working or handing a gun all the time slowly run your bare back, it makes you goosebumps. You try to speak to him without your shaken voice. “Tom, you're gonna be late and your boss is gonna kill you.” He doesn't give a shit now. The way your skin slightly goosebumps makes him satisfied. You tease him more just because you want to know that he will stop or not meanwhile you're letting him slide his big hands under your shirt. Sassy little girl. Tom smirks with the reason you gave him. “Is that supposed to encourage me to leave?” He asked.

All you do is remaining silent and shrugging your shoulders instead. You flash a little smile to him before give him a little kiss three times, just a little kiss. You kiss and you break it over and over. The third kiss is enough, he grabs your hips and pull it against his waist. You can feel his cock slightly moves under his trousers while you groan unintentionally. Tom feels your body brushing against his, he swears again. “Damn it...” you're gonna respond to this, that's what he thinks. When you hear that you just chuckle at him, you love when he swears. The way you're so cheeky makes him want you so badly. The tiny voice that comes from your throat makes him want to kiss you. You tease him by moving your body on his lap a little, just want him to feel more. “Are you enjoying this?” You act like a little innocent girl who doesn't know what he's talking about. “Enjoying what?” He is staring into your beautiful eyes. “You know exactly what I'm talking about.” He demanded. You give him a cheeky smile before leaning over and kissing his jawline. He's satisfied with that. “You act like such a brat...” you always know how to turn him on or how to make him feel good. You always know. You're his weakness. “I love when you're in this uniform.” You whisper then gently kiss his ear with one hand draw a line on the collar of his uniform meanwhile the other hand now is on his trousers and slowly unzipped it before putting your hand in his boxers. Tom can feel your soft skin rubbing around his cock which is now obvious emerging through his trousers. You turn him on now. Your thumb starts to play with the top of his cock slowly and gently. You don't need to rush. Tom groans at you. “Fuck...” his one hand places on the mattress while the other is on your waist. You really do love when he uses swear words, it's just hot. Tom now looks at you with desire while your hand is still in his trousers. “You're gonna kill me.” He said. “What should I do? I don't want to go to jail, officer.” You just call him that. You can feel his cock against your hand now. “You will go to jail for driving me insane-” he doesn't have a chance to finish the sentence, you already pull your hand off his trousers. He's caught off guard again. You make him want you and you now tease him by stopping it. You're naughty. “I will continue after you get home.” It's 9am now. “How am I gonna concentrate on my work?” He asks as if he's begging you to continue. “You can do it, baby.” You give him a little kiss on his cheek and stands up. Tom can't do anything except leave the house. “See you later.” You said.

9 hours later

Tom finally gets home after a long day of working, thinking about you as well. The way you slid your hand into his boxers earlier this morning makes him can't stop thinking about you for the whole day.

The television is playing while you're sitting on the couch, eating snacks. Tom opens the door and you look at him with snacks in your hand. “You put me through hell all day.” He said before putting down his belongings. Tom looks a little bit tired. Of course, his work needs to move a lot.

You stand up and walk towards him. “It's not just you, it's me as well.” He raises his eyebrows when hearing that. Tom notices that the shirt you're wearing on is his which is much bigger than your body. It makes you look casual than usual. You seem to hesitate for a moment, as if you want to say something and he waits. “I needed to touch myself to pretend that you're here.” You're the death of him. His eyes widened because you're driving him insane with only words. The way you're looking and speaking makes him feel so much. “Damn it...” he swears again but this time much more serious. “You're trying to kill me.” He said while keeping the stare at you and your body. “And I only have this picture of you...” You grab the picture of him in his uniform from the table and show up right in front of him. He knows what did you do with it when he went to work today. Tom looks away to breathe, he looks back at you while you're staring at him with those doe eyes again. You're such a brat. “I thought you were trying to behave yourself.” He hoped that you would stop teasing him and making him want you more while he was at work but here he is watching you acting like the same little brat he knew this morning. “You know exactly what you're doing to me.” He muttered under his breath. You just keep looking at him with the same innocent expression. “Can't help it. I'm here all alone and I only have this picture with the smell of you from this t shirt.” You look down at your shirt in case he doesn't understand. Tom can't take it anymore, he wants you so badly. He just waits for the whole day to see you and fuck you until you stop acting like a brat. His voice is low, you barely hear it from him because he always speak so softly to you. “What exactly you were doing while wearing my shirt?” He asked. He played dumb, you know. “You know it.” You demanded. He grabs your waist and pull you closer to him, you stumble a little bit before leaning in his chest. “I want to hear you say it.” He's much taller. You need to look up to him while talking. “It's embarrassing...” you act like a brat again but this time with your tiny voice. You pretend that you're shy to keep looking at him so you look away. “No. I want to hear you say it. Tell me. What did you do while wearing my shirt?” He asked firmly and moved your face to his. Your answer is silence except you grab the bottom of the shirt and show it right in front of him. There is white stain on it. “Jesus...” he groans. He can't stop taking his eyes from looking at the white stain. His mind is now imagining you doing it while wearing his shirt, the way you sit on this couch that is behind you, the way you pull up your shirt to smell his scent and the way your fingers rub on your pussy. Now all he thinks is he wants you fuck you hard. While he's imagining it in silence he notices the same white stain on the couch. You follow his eyes and say sorry, acting like an innocent girl who made the couch dirty. “I’m sorry, baby. I will clean it up...” you look back at him meanwhile he pushes you gently against the couch. You're leaning on it now. “No. Don't. Leave it right there.” You raise your eyebrows with confusion. He can't deny that he likes it, it will remind him about what did you do when he wasn't home. Tom shifts his gaze in you again. “Are you enjoying this?” He means playing with him, messing his mind up. You drive him insane like every day and he loves it as well.

You just give him a smirk which it wipes all your innocent expressions away. “So much, baby-” Tom pushes your shoulders down suddenly, so now you're beneath him, kneeling on the floor. You look up at him with confusion of his sudden action. Tom starts to unzip his trousers. You try to hide your smirk so you turn your face to the other side, Tom grabs your chin and moves your face immediately. “Look at me. Why did you look away?” He takes off his boxers, revealing his big cock which is now ready to be sucked by you. You are sitting like his good dog, waiting for some food. Those doe eyes keep staring at his cock. Tom looks at you as a sign to do something with it, not just keep staring. You slowly use your hand to wrap around it and gently move up and down. Tom moans as he still keeps his eyes on you. The way you slowly use your mouth kisses on it and give it a gentle lick. One of his hand get through your hair, wipe your hair off your pretty face. He doesn't want your hair to get dirty by his cum. Not so long that you use your tongue and your hand, you finally put it into your mouth, fully. “Fuck...” Your small mouth almost can't take it. Tom gently presses your head from the back, he moves his hip slightly to let his cock slide within your little mouth. Your eyes don't look away, your gaze remains strong and intense. He looks down with satisfaction in his eyes. “Yeah...” Tom looks up at the ceiling, feeling it inside your mouth. After a moment, he feels like he's about to cum so he moves his hip faster meanwhile you almost can't breathe because of his cock that is in side your mouth fully. “Fuck yes- Yes...” Tom moans in his throat while all of his cum was released in your pretty mouth. You slowly move your mouth out of his cock, your saliva which now is mixed with his white cum. You never try to swallow it before, usually you just let it flow out of your mouth. Tom looks down at you, noticing your hesitation. “If you don't want to swallow, you know I've never forced you to.” His soft side is back. He has never forced you to do things you don't like but this time you want to try it. Your gaze slowly look up to face him meanwhile you slowly swallow his cum into your throat. Tom notices your neck that moves a little. He knows that you swallow his cum this time. His eyes are still on you, notice your reaction. It's warm with a little bit of salty. You finally swallow all of it before wiping your mouth. Tom leans down to you and gives you a gentle kiss to comfort you. “I love you.” You say quietly as he breaks the kiss. “I love you more.” A pretty smile forms on your face, he smiles back.

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