#this instinctive way of being around each other???

[leeknot]

Under the Mistletoe

A/N : Happy Christmas!!!!

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Summarry : A mistletoe prank at a holiday gathering forces two long-time friends to kiss in front of everyone. Embarassed, they leave the party, but the spark from that kiss leads them into a night they'll never forget.

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Pairing : Changbin × reader

Warnings : smut,car sex

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MDNI

Changbin and you had been inseparable since childhood, your bond unbreakable through the years—until tonight. As you mingled at the crowded holiday party, a mischievous giggle caught your ear.

"Look what I found!" Hyunjin's voice rang out across the room, holding up a perfectly formed sprig of mistletoe. Changbin's eyes flickered towards you almost nervously, remembering all the times they'd teasingly referenced the old tradition.

Before either of you could react, Hyunjin playfully dangled the mistletoe above your heads, grinning wildly. "Kiss, kiss!" he chanted, gathering a chorus of encouragement from the amused crowd.

Your hearts pounded in unison as you faced each other, the weight of the moment heavy. Changbin's gaze dropped to your lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

In a swift, almost desperate motion, Changbin closed the gap between you, his cool hands cupping your face. His lips met yours - a gentle brush at first, then deepening as the cheers around you faded into white noise.

As you pulled away, breathless, Changbin's eyes searched yours, wide and uncertain. The room erupted into applause and laughter, but you barely noticed, trapped in the bubble of that unexpected kiss.

Without a word, Changbin grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the noisy party, leaving behind the curious stares and unanswered questions. His car awaited outside, purring softly in the cold night.

Once inside the car, the tension between you and Changbin crackled like the chill in the air. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he took deep breaths.

Finally, Changbin spoke, his voice low and husky. "I can't believe I just kissed you," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He glanced at you sidelong, his eyes burning with an unspoken hunger.

Your heart raced as you met Changbin's intense gaze, the memory of that kiss still lingering on your lips. "I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But what does it mean? We're friends, right?"

Changbin's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he considered your words, the engine's steady hum filling the tense silence. "Friends... yeah, we are," he said slowly, "but maybe that's not enough anymore." He took a shaky breath, glancing your way with a conflicted frown.

As Changbin's words hung in the air, you felt a spark of hope ignite within you. Could it be possible that your friendship was evolving into something more? Before you could ponder it further, Changbin pulled into a secluded parking lot, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath the tires.

The car's interior was suddenly too warm, too small, as Changbin turned to face you fully. His eyes reflected the dim light of a distant streetlamp, intense and vulnerable all at once. "Y/N..." he whispered, your name on his lips sounding like a question, a plea.

Your throat tightened at the way Changbin said your name, filled with such raw emotion and barely restrained desire. Unable to form words, you leaned in instinctively, erasing the distance between you. When your lips met in a tender, exploratory kiss, any doubts or questions evaporated like mist.

The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry dance of tongues and breaths. Changbin's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if he'd never let you go. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being together.

As Changbin's hands roamed over your back and sides, pulling you onto his lap, you could feel the hardness beneath his clothes pressing against you. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Changbin..." you gasped, tilting your head to give him better access. His name on your lips seemed to snap something inside him. With a growl, he lifted you effortlessly, laying you back on the car's small rear seat.

His body hovering over yours, Changbin paused, his darkened eyes searching yours. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Still just friends?" he murmured teasingly before capturing your lips again, his touch turning more daring, wandering lower with each caress.

Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers traced the curve of your waist, inching upwards beneath your shirt. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "Friends..." you gasped between kisses, "don't usually..."

"Do this?" Changbin whispered, his fingers splaying out over your midriff and slowly sliding upward. He nuzzled your neck, his breath warm against your pulse. "Or this?" He hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal your stomach.

Your cheeks flushed as he bared your skin, a shiver running down your spine at the exposure and his gentle touch. You lifted your arms, helping him remove your shirt completely. The cool air of the car hit your skin, but the heat in his gaze soon chased away the chill. "Definitely not."

He murmured, his calloused fingers trailing along your ribcage and then splaying out over your stomach again. He looked up at you through his dark lashes, his expression serious. "Friends don't look at each other like this, either," he whispered, his gaze dropping lower.

His eyes roamed over your midsection, taking in the smooth skin of your stomach and the hint of your waist. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your skin, drawing him in. He unbuckled his belt, giving himself more room to maneuver between your legs.

He leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along your stomach and hips, his hands slowly unbuttoning your jeans. His touch was gentle but firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The car filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the soft rustling of fabric as he slowly peeled away your clothing.

He paused, his face hovering just above the edge of your jeans. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. Without a word, he slowly pulled down your jeans and underwear, baring you completely to his gaze.

He swallowed hard, taking in the sight of you. He spread your legs wider, stepping between them. He could feel the heat of your skin against his own, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide his growing interest. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer.

"Fuck," he breathed, his face inches from your core. He could smell your arousal, sweet and intoxicating. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. His hands tightened on your legs as he fought the urge to devour you right then and there.

He teased along your thigh with maddeningly light kisses, purposely avoiding your most sensitive spots. His hot breath ghosted over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. With deliberate slowness, he licked a teasing stripe along your folds, barely grazing your clit.

"You're so wet." he murmurs against your skin, his tongue circling your clit this time with purpose. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he explores every inch of you with his mouth.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping you pinned in place. The sound of his hungry mouth and your desperate whimpering fills the car.

Just as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls away, leaving you shaking and needy. He stands up, his face flushed and his boxers soaked through with his arousal. He quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days," he promises darkly, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the seat.

He slams into you without warning, burying his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. The car shakes as he starts pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his rough fucking.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he hits a spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Yes, just like that." you pant, meeting his every thrust. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your desperate moans fill the car as he drives you closer to the edge again.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you higher onto his lap as he continues to pound into you. His face contorts with raw passion as he stares into your eyes, his hips bucking wildly. "You like that?" he growls, his voice hoarse.

"Fuck yes." you gasp out, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" Your breasts bounce with each vigorous thrust, nipples hard and aching.

"Not stopping until you come all over my cock," he grunts, driving into you with complete abandon. One hand pinches your nipple while the other continues to circle your sensitive clit. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you milk my cock with that tight little pussy."

The combination of his filthy words and relentless fucking pushes you over the edge. Your whole body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through you, your inner walls pulsing around his cock. He lets out a deep, satisfying groan, his hot seed spilling into you one throbbing burst after another.

You milk every last drop from him as he empties himself inside you, both of you shuddering with the intensity. Panting heavily, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he savors the aftershocks of your explosive lovemaking.

You glance down, seeing the sticky mess coating your thighs. "Fuck, look at us," you agree, laughing breathlessly. He carefully sets you back onto the seat, his softening cock slipping from your soaked pussy with a wet pop.

He reaches for the wipes in the glove compartment and gently cleans you up, his fingers tender as he wipes away the evidence of your passionate encounter. Once you're clean, he tucks you back into your clothes, making sure you're presentable before pulling back onto the road.

As he drives, he reaches over and squeezes your thigh, a playful smirk on his face. "Just thinking about round two when we get home." he teases with a wink.

after you got home

The room is dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand. Changbin's voice is low and raspy as he speaks into the darkness. "I'm glad we're not just friends anymore."

He nuzzles his face against your neck, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I like this better," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Being your boyfriend, not just your best friend..."

He falls silent, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your stomach as he holds you close. He can feel contentment washing over him, a feeling he'd never experienced as strongly when you were just friends. He nuzzles your neck again, inhaling your scent deeply. "Much better..."

"I never knew holding you like this would feel so... right. Like you were made to fit against me." His voice is soft and intimate in the darkness, his breath warm against your neck. "Goodnight, my girlfriend."

You sigh contentedly, feeling Changbin's warmth and the comfort of his arms around you. You wrap your own arms around him, holding him close. "Goodnight, Changbin." you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest.

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[sericasong]

Festive・✦ drabble

adjective - joyous; merry.・✦

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy and cozy are we We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be!

Christmas with Keigo is remarkably quiet for the Winged Hero's reputation, but that doesn't make him any less jolly.

Winter has never been his most beloved season, mainly just because the man's never had a particular reason to favor it. But the addition of you to his life came with rose-colored glasses that turn red and green in December, and he doesn't have to fake an answer when he's asked about his plans during interviews.

His nesting instincts go a little off the charts, though it's hard to tell if it's them or his delight with every silly snowman mug that has at least five of them lining his cabinets in different colors. He adds tiny bells to his red earrings; they're without ringers, to keep his stealth intact, but the larger ones on his new slippers certainly aren't. It becomes a daily occurrence to hear him jingle around his apartment.

The event itself is less a show of religious belief and more an excuse for him to dote on you. An entire day focused on cherishing loved ones? On gifts and cheesy music and spending time together? And he gets new ways to show affection for the whole month beforehand?

Oh, it's his new favorite day of the year (aside from your birthday).

You pretend not to notice that he somehow pays extra attention to what you eye in stores during shopping trips, making his list and checking it... five times a day, in all honesty.

He can't be really blamed for the way he loves to spoil you, but he turns a pretty shade of red when you joke about him being a sugar daddy anyways.

Of course he treats you on Christmas day, even more than he always does– wakes you up with breakfast, pulls the chair out before you sit, asks you "Tea or coffee?" with a fake customer service voice like a flight attendant as he holds out eggnog in one hand and hot chocolate in the other.

For as often as you've heard the songs he spends the day humming, it's cute to see him so excited about the holiday. His eyes nearly sparkle when he asks if you can watch some Hallmark movies, so genuinely endeared and invested in the clichéd films that it gives you ideas for dates in the future.

And then, as expected, there's the pile of gifts you've been politely ignoring since you'd first woken up. It's a good thing that you'd assumed he would go all-out, because the assumption proves very much correct. Keigo watches you open gifts with such wide-eyed excitement that anyone else would think he's the one getting presents. "Babe, open this one next!! I know you'll love it!"

It's a softer ordeal when it comes to your gifts for him. He uses meticulous care to unwrap every single item, as if losing too much decorative paper would be a grave mark on his honor, holds every new possession with possessiveness and wonder.

You bought that for him? Just for him? Specifically for him?

Like you, it's really, truly his?

Well, it's no surprise that each present to him is returned by a barrage of kisses to you.

The holiday makes him appreciate you even more, he marvels quietly to himself when he's cuddled up with you under a blanket at the end of all the seasonal festivities. He's gained a new love for the holidays and a new love for you, a new warmth to his home and a new person to serenade with sappy love songs in ridiculous sweaters.

Baby, it's cold outside...

[bats-and-birds-24]

Chapter 17: Tim Drake Acquires Siblings;

The tearful goodbyes were cut short when it was discovered that Dick lost the keys to the batplane. A frantic search revealed that the key was jammed into the batplane’s door. Jason felt a pang of nostalgia watching Bruce scold Dick for not being careful with the keys, especially since it was found in such a way that anyone could have simply unlocked the plane and taken it for themselves. 

Jason shushed the part of his mind that pointed out that it was very unlike Dick to make such a simple mistake. He decided that it had been a long day and tried not to dwell much further on that point. 

The plane ride back was quiet as the family looked around at each other, exhausted, yet still tense. Dick’s leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation. Anticipation of what, no one knew. 

Tim was getting tired of this trip. Literally every conversation he’s had so far on his quest to bring back Jason was a painful mess of assumptions, misunderstandings, and extremely volatile emotions. In an awkward bid to break the tension, he broke the ice in the most Tim way possible. “So, I found Jason.” 

Bruce sighed and replied, “That you did, Tim, although I don’t know why you didn’t tell anyone else about your plans.”

Tim’s face contorted into a grimace, he wanted to point out all the ways he couldn’t have trusted Bruce, or Dick, or Barbara, or trust that Alfred wouldn’t expose his plans to Bruce. It turns out that he needn’t have worried about explaining his thought process too much as the entire family became distracted by the sound of soft footsteps. 

This was extremely alarming as no one was walking around the plane currently. Their instincts on high alert, they looked around. Dick moved to a defensive stance as Bruce began to unbuckle his seatbelt.

The steps came from the shadows. Damian recognised her first, “Cain?” He warily questioned. 

“Yes.” Answered the void. “Cassandra?” Tim echoed.

Bruce and Dick were were now both standing around confused. On the one hand, there’s an intruder on board, while on the other, they seem to be someone known by both Tim and Damian, and Bruce especially didn’t want to break the just now being re-forged trust between him and Tim and the new and shatteringly delicate trust between him and Damian.

He gave the signal to Dick to stand back.

Cassandra’s slight frame came into view, “I wanted freedom. I leave after plane lands.”

Just as mysteriously as she appeared, she vanished, leaving everyone on the plane in confusion. Dick moved forward, searching the shadows for any trace of the intruder.

Bruce’s reaction to Cass was simple, “Tim, explain.” With two short words, their usual dynamic had returned. Tim began with her background of being a weapon, there was no doubt in his mind that Bruce had already put two and two together and realized that she was being groomed as a child soldier. “How old is she?” he enquired, probing Tim for answers.

As Tim wracked his brain for answers, Damian piped up, “She’s 9!”

Everyone could see Bruce tensing at the exclamation as it sunk in that he was dealing with a child. The gears were already turning in his mind on how to get Talia to give him information about the girl.

Dick could see Damian grow uncomfortable at the silence that followed his statement. He was probably worried that he had said something wrong, for a child that was raised in the league and taught to idolize his father, anything other than outright approval probably felt like a rejection. 

Dick ran his fingers through the 3 year old’s hair. Despite the small child being unnaturally prickly, he leaned into his touch. He seemed touch starved, which didn’t surprise him with Damian’s background.

The remainder of the trip was made in silence as Damian fell asleep, and Tim opened his laptop to check in on any cases in Gotham, along with going over anything he missed during his trip to the league. Dick was still processing his conversation with Jason, and as logical as his argument to remain by Talia’s side had been, he was still hurt, but then again, emotions were rarely rational.

If Dick was going through some emotional turmoil, then Bruce was emotionally destroyed. Meeting Jason had confirmed nearly all of his worst fears. That he had failed in both his duties to Gotham, and more importantly, to his children. 

Jason was right, sure he was tougher on criminals on the street after his death, but what was there to show for it? The hospitalizations of people who were failed by the system while bad men like the Joker got away with a mere slap on their wrist? The fact that in his stupor after failing Jason, he had completely neglected Tim? Not just Tim, but in fact his entire team, his family? Had said one kind word to Barbara after she became paralyzed? Asked Jim how the city was handling the loss of their Robin? And Alfred, did he even try to lessen Alfred’s load after Jason died, not just physically, but emotionally? He lost a grandson too.

The manor could be seen below, Alfred waving up at them, Barbara in her wheelchair by his side. He made up his mind, he has to do better, for the people who have loyally remained by his side for so long. To be someone worthy of being Batman.

He piloted the plane down to the landing strip. He had a lot of amends to make.

[ajmasch]

@here4hualian kissmas day 23: kissing under...

Unfortunately, there was too much to do once Hua Cheng returned from his year-long absence for him and Xie Lian to celebrate the way they wanted. The heavenly capital had to be completely rebuilt and restructured, not to mention the increased ghost activity with the recent opening of Mount Tonglu and release of several prisoners by Jun Wu. Perhaps some of it could have been mitigated through the intervention of a supreme, but with Hua Cheng and Yin Yu both gone, control of Ghost City was relying almost entirely on He Xuan for a year, and he was barely managing that, much less helping to control ghosts elsewhere.

So, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng ended up being too busy to really focus on themselves and their relationship at first. Which is why, once things had settled down enough, they decided to take some time to themselves. Xie Lian left heaven to the newly established council, Hua Cheng left Ghost City to the recently reinstated Waning Moon Officer, and they went to travel, giving instructions that they were only to be contacted in the case of a serious emergency.

They had both been to so many places in their lives, but had mostly been alone. Now, they shared the experience with another. They traveled the mortal way, walking or occasionally catching rides on passing carts, and they talked. They shared memories, both happy and sad, eager to learn everything about the time they had spent apart.

Then, one day, they were walking through a forest when it started to rain. Hua Cheng immediately pulled out his umbrella, stepping close to Xie Lian to shelter him from the storm. Their hands instinctively reached for each other once they were close, red strings resting against each other as their fingers intertwined.

Xie Lian laughed once he noticed their position. “It’s just like the night we re-met!”

Hua Cheng grinned at him. “Not quite.” He glanced at Xie Lian’s outfit to emphasize his meaning. “Gege made a beautiful bride.”

“San Lang made a handsome bridegroom, come to steal me away,” Xie Lian replied.

“Oh?” Hua Cheng leaned in. “Was Gege admiring this one?”

“Hm, maybe a little,” Xie Lian admitted, leaning in as well to nudge Hua Cheng with his shoulder. “San Lang was so powerful, so composed–”

Hua Cheng snorted. “Composed? Gege, I was losing my mind. To have finally found you after all those years and you were wearing bridal robes? It was like every wild fantasy was coming true at once! Honestly, it’s lucky Gege tried to capture me when he did, or I would have done something absolutely ridiculous like propose on the spot…”

“Really.” Xie Lian suddenly wrapped his arms around Hua Cheng and lifted him over a puddle in the road. He set him down on the other side, but remained face to face, relishing in the stunned expression caused by the sudden display of strength. Now that Hua Cheng was caught off guard, he continued, “Would San Lang have passed that one off as a joke as well?”

“Ge–” Hua Cheng’s voice came out as a squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Gege…”

Xie Lian kept going. “You know, if San Lang had waited a little bit longer then, I would have said yes.”

“You–” Hua Cheng swallowed. “You would?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Ever since you walked back into my life, you’ve made it so easy to be happy. Even on the rainiest days,” he gestured to their surroundings, “when I’m with you, none of it can touch me. No matter the state of me or the state of you, you’ve stayed by my side and given me your everything. I want to do the same for you. Hong’er, Wuming, Hua Cheng, San Lang… I want to be your husband. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, so, will you marry me?”

Hua Cheng was speechless. Tears had begun to fall down his face halfway through Xie Lian’s speech, and it was only the need to keep holding the umbrella above his head that was keeping him from shaking and falling to his knees. Overcome with emotion, he couldn’t do anything except surge forward and pull Xie Lian into a needy, desperate kiss. Everything he couldn’t put into words, every intense feeling, he pushed them into his beloved’s lips.

The kiss could have lasted for hours as long as either of them was aware, lost to each other in the protective bubble of the umbrella. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless and smiling widely.

“So? Is that a yes?” Xie Lian asked.

“Gege. My prince, my god, my beloved. Xie Lian. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

The rain slowly came to a stop. The clouds parted, and the sun began to shine, but the couple under the umbrella didn’t notice. Rain or sun, it didn’t matter. As long as they were together, it was perfect.

[sulumuns-dootah]

23. 12. Gabriel - Prayer for two (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: Oh boy, we made it to the adult specials of the event! :D   This is the second time in a row that I mention character's ass despite it being my least fave of the horny trinity (tits, thighs, ass)

Warnings: Religious themes and possibly even sacrilege

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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“Gabriel...?” you peek into what feels like the tenth room. You're looking for one of the Seraphims because shortly after the first day of celebrations' sermon you've noticed his sudden disappearance. After asking around if anyone's seen him, some lower ranked ones mentioned something about him hastily speed walking away.

You figured he maybe wanted to pray some more on his on time, but he wasn't in any of the other chapels. Not even his private one.

This had you worried. Did something happen to him? Maybe one of the despicable demons found its way to heaven in hopes to be tortured to death and Gabriel stepped away to swiftly get rid of it?

With a sigh you look around the common room of the three seraphims. Where in heaven could've he gone?

Just as you're about to turn to leave, you hear something like Gabriel's whimper... Huh? Maybe he's injured and needs a help.

Quickly, you stride over and reach for the ornate handle, but immediately freeze in spot when another vulnerable sound comes from the other side, “Nnngh~!” The sound comes out more as blissful than in pain, so instead, you decide to investigate quietly.

You open the door only as little as you need to peek your head into the room.

There you see Gabriel kneeling in front of a huge cross hung on the wall. The angel's form, despite being turned away from you, is visibly shaking and lightly spasming. It seems like his shirt is widely open and... his pants are undone from the way they loosely fall around his hips.

Only now you notice the frantic movements of his hands between his spread thighs and you gasp as silently as you can. Thankfully the sound of your surprise blends together with the fast breaths Gabriel takes.

You know you shouldn't be watching. Rather, you should be, frankly, sick. It's nowhere near that time of year when angels get together to pleasure themselves or each other for one night and one only. To see Gabriel disobeying God's rules in private should've made you want to retreat and tell one of the other seraphims, but instead... instead you just stand there and watch while the sounds of the clueless angel ignite a similar heat inside you.

Suddenly, Gabriel plants one of his hands on the floor in front of him, as if he's about to get up and your body jerks in preparation to flee. You quickly withdraw your head from the gap in the door and cover your mouth with both your hands so he doesn't hear the yelp that threatened to leave your lips on instinct.

But to your luck, the seraphim was only readjusting his position. Through the slightly open door, you can see Gabriel bracing himself on that very same hand and instead of moving his hand, it stays in place as his hips thrust into it.

The sight of the highest angel's ass muscles working to get himself closer to forbidden release makes your thighs clench. The involuntary action makes you slightly wobble and you make a tiny step back as to not fall over.

The blood in your veins suddenly freezes when the shift of your weight makes the floorboard creak loudly enough to alert the angel amidst his gasps, groans and occasional mewls.

Do you run? Do you start apologising and hope he doesn't execute you then and there?

“Aah~ Y/N! Had you come to join me for my private session of praising God?” the blonde seraphim returns to his previous position of sitting of kneeling with spread thighs and turns his head to see you just outside his room.

“I-! Uh..! I'm-I'm so sorry, I-!” you start frantically apologising and despite your mind telling you to back away, you instinctively walk forwards and closer to the source of your impending doom now that you've been discovered.

“Did you know? God doesn't mind pleasure as long as it is for him. So please, join me...” it's almost like he's luring you in and as much as you scream at your body to not get any closer, it enters the room and walks beside him.

The moment you're right beside him, about to kneel down by his side, you're quickly tugged down and positioned underneath Gabriel with his knees spreading your legs.

“Ha~! Did you know? Sometimes my mind wanders to you during my private prayers, Y/N.” he revels at the sight of you, dressed only in the very flowy gown required to be worn by all non-seraphims to sermons during the week of celebrations. The fabric is scarce and only covers all the vulgar parts, but from the sudden movement, some of it has shifted and is now allowing your body to be fully exposed to Gabriel.

“G-gabriel...We... We shouldn't...” you try to reason with him, still holding onto the idea that such act should be shameful, but he only silences you with a chuckle as he positions his caged length against your own heated flesh.

“Wo-worry not, little lamb...” the angel starts thrusting against your sensitive place in a quick motion, either to finish himself off or to catch you up to him. You don't know and honestly, soon enough don't even care once the cloud of bliss has taken over your mind.

The friction of metal against the fabric now stuck to your heat due to the wetness of your making is just the right amount to bring you closer and closer with each movement.

“O-oh God~! I-I'm close!” you gasp out once your skin starts to tingle with the familiar feeling and stars begin floating in the corners of your vision.

“Yes~! Yes! Do come with me, my divine sinner!” Gabriel praises as his composure quickly fades away and he has to support himself to not fall onto your and crush you. The last set of his now fully desperate thrusts make you move on the floor, blurring your vision, but you can't miss the beautiful white eyes rolling back as he comes with a strangled shout.

After finally coming down from both of your highs, you can't help but to peek at the slightly ajar door, which you've completely forgotten about in the heat of the situation. And surely enough, a set of red eyes and one blue with the other golden are peering into the room in a stern and judging way.

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But wait, this angel also has a gift for you!

"Did you know? God has given me and my brothers our weapons. You shall receive one too, then."

[xxgoldie]

for your event: can I request seth and q, p, z please? tysm!!

i've been on such a seth kick recently for some reason so i'm taking any excuse to write for him main event page - event masterlist

P: PDA - do they like PDA? how do they react to it from you? When it comes to more innocent, basic PDA, Seth is all for it. Hand holding, hugs, light kisses, compliments and petnames, it's all stuff that makes him really happy whether you're in private or in public. He likes when people can tell at a glance that the two of you are together, and besides, he's such an earnest and straight-forward guy - he's not trying to put on a persona to anyone, he loves you a lot and isn't going to deny himself the pleasure of your affection. But with every step past the basics, he gets even more flustered. He won't ever stop you (unless you catch him on patrol and you're feeling mischievous) because he definitely enjoys it, but he's blushing like an idiot and completely forgets what he was saying. Kiss him with tongue in public, or heaven forbid in front of his coworkers, he becomes a puddle of a man; can't help but melt into the kiss but the fact you're in public is in the back of his mind so he's bright red when you pull away, tries to start like twenty sentences at once but just gets out some garbled sound, tries to give you an annoyed look but he just ends up looking lovesick and pleading (which is exactly how he feels, he could never get annoyed at you, especially not within thirty seconds of your lips on his)

Q: Quirk - what's a little oddity / beige flag they have in relationships? When the two of you are hanging out around the house, Seth has a tendency to follow you around. It'll basically always happen when you're having a conversation, where you can walk around and he'll follow you while talking, but a lot of the time it'll be just when the two of you are just sitting together doing your own separate thing and you get up to do something. He just has an instinct to be where you are, even if he's still scrolling on his phone while doing it. It's cute most of the time, but sometimes you'll need the toilet and he'll trail after you, barely paying attention until you stop and stare at him until he snaps out of it and realises that he's standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Then he'll get out of the way and let you pee in peace.

Z: Zzzzzzz - how do they sleep with you? what's it like to share a bed with them? Seth sleeps pretty peacefully, but also pretty lightly. Between his job keeping him aware of his surroundings and being a cat Thiren, a proper deep sleep is quite rare for him. He sleeps deeper with you, though, the comfort (both physical and psychological) of having you beside him lulls him into full relaxation. However, if you move around a lot in your sleep, he will likely at least partially wake up from it - though he is one of those lucky sods that can fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, so as soon as you're settled and comfortable again he'll doze back off like nothing happened. When it comes to sleeping positions he's basically happy as long as he's holding you, but if he had to choose, it'd be when you're facing each other, legs intertwined and his face nuzzled into your hair; the smell of your shampoo and your soft breath on his collarbone being the first and last thing he experiences every day makes him smile immensely, to the point it's not uncommon for you to wake up to him almost grinning in his sleep.

[titi-1188]

Always in your corner

“You know that Chan would truly always be in your corner and you hope he knows you’ll always be in his. Neither of you asked to be born to parents who had no care in the world but at least the two of you had each other.”

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WARNINGS: Parents who don’t care(?)

PAIRING: Older Brother Chan x Younger Sibling Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1K+

EXTRA INFO: Angst(?)/comfort, Christmas, Cringy Frozen reference, Life Advice from Older Brother, ‘Baby’ used as a term on endearment in a ‘omg you’re literally a baby’ way. SAFE FOR WORK ONLY!!!

A/N: Happy Christmas to those who celebrate and in general Happy Holidays to all!! As always, sorry for any mistakes, my english writing skills are NOT the best, I try to look over it and make sure everything makes sense to an outsider perspective of someone who ISN’T in my head but yk how it can be🩷 hehe i hope u like it!!! (can u tell what kind of issues I may have…)

Every Christmas since Chan started college whenever he’d come back, you’d be there, ready to greet him with a hug and some sort of small ‘welcome home’ gift. Christmas was probably the only time in the year year you got to see each other with how busy you both were; you being in high school and Chan attending college, working his ass off to get his degree. You and your brother couldn’t even see each other during the summer holidays-your parents sent you off on exchanges to other countries, so far, you’ve been to Spain, France and Italy (twice), and your other breaks from school just never lined up. Safe to say Christmas was like a blessing. An opportunity for two siblings to reunite.

So, this year when Chan got out of your dad’s car after a very awkward three hour long ride from the airport and walked into the house and wasn’t met with you he was surprised, disappointed even.

“Where is she?”, he asked as your mother came out of the living room. She rolled her eyes as if the mere question was a bother and replied simply

“Probably moping around in her bedroom again”. Chan frowned. You? Moping around? That didn’t sound like you. “What do you mean?”, he questioned.

“Your sister is just going through an emotional phase—but honestly she needs to get over it, at her age she should be able to just get up and move through it.”, your father spoke up and Chan watched in mild disgust as your mother nodded along.

Your parents made it abundantly clear before that they never wanted kids and yet somehow ended up with the two of you because of societal pressure but at least years ago they would at least pretend to be concerned parents. Now that Chan was a young adult and moved out and you were a teenager they probably didn’t see the need to.

“I’m going to go up then”, he announces. Your parents shrug, mumbling a quick ‘do whatever’ before retreating back into the living room.

Meanwhile, Chan hauled his suitcase and bag up the stairs, dropped them off into his room (that definitely needs to be dusted down) and went to your room at the end of the hall, on the right. He smiled seeing the pink, bedazzled wooden sign on the door to your room with your name on it—he remembers watching you make it all those years ago and likes to see you haven’t taken it down yet.

In Chan’s head, you’re not just a regular set of siblings, although he only is almost seven years older than you, he always felt an almost paternal instinct with you.

He had a huge part in raising you and as much as he hates to admit it for purposes of being too sappy and cringe—he hates that you are growing up so quick. He sometimes wishes you were a kid again and often finds himself reminiscing all the tea-parties he was forced to attend, all the times he’s sat over you helping you with simple maths sums while he had an essay to do, all the extravagant games you two used to make up as something to do while your parents were working.

God he misses it. And he would pay so much money to get to relive it, because even without the regular caring parents who are involved in their child's life-watching you grow up all over again would be worth so much more.

Chan snaps out of his thoughts and regains his composure before knocking on the door gently.

“Y/N, it’s me—can I come in?”. He’s about to open the door and enter when it opens in his face, and there you are, wearing a comfy set of clothes.

Chan takes your appearance in and notices immediately that you look…not like you. The light that normally shines in your eyes is dimmed, there are bags under your eyes and your normally well kept hair is disheveled.

“Y/N…”, he starts but you cut him off with a hug.

“Channie”, you murmur in a soft voice. “I’m sorry I wasn’t ready this year.”

Oh the way you sound so defeated breaks his heart. “Y/N baby—it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I swear I knew when dad was picking you up and I had everything planned and stuff and then I got distracted and everything I planned just went out the window-”

“Y/N. It’s fine.”, Chan reassured, pulling back from the hug but keeping a firm hold on your shoulders. “Let’s talk?”

You nod at him and let him into your room, closing the door behind him. He flops down onto your bed and pats the spot beside him. “Come on over”.

You don’t hesitate and take your spot next to your brother. Words can’t describe how grateful you are that you’re not the only child in this fucked up family and that Chan is here. Every christmas is a blessing in your eyes because he’s here, a family member who cares.

His arm wraps around your shoulder and he pulls you in closer to him, pushing your head down to rest on his chest. “There, just like when you were a baby”.

“You mean a kid?”

“Fine, just like when you were a kid”, he states again, although in his head you will always be a ‘baby’.

“Oh please, when I was a kid you were just a teenager”, you scoff but don’t make the effort to move.

“Yeah but you still clung to me like a koala, so my point still stands.”

“Okay fine..”

“You’re still clingy”, he teases, when you don’t give your usual sarcastic response he clears his throat and starts speaking in a softer, more serious tone. ���Mom said you’re ’moping around’..wanna tell me about that?”

“Things have just been…utter shit”, you respond simply.

“Utter shit?”, he questions, prompting you to further explain as he starts to run his fingers through your, messy, hair.

“I just…I feel like I’m stuck in time. Everyone else around me is moving on and I’m stuck in this spot. All my friends are starting to go to all sorts of house parties and get drunk off their heads, in school they keep shoving down future career paths down our throats and in general there’s just more and more work to be done ever single day...even mom and dad are talking about having me move out soon since technically it’s legal for me to move out after I turn sixteen—but I’m just, I don’t want to do any of that. I want to just be a kid for a little longer. In my head I’m still like eleven or like twelve—I’m not ready for all of this, I don’t want to be ready for all of this!”, you start rambling, your words flowing out quickly, as if you’ve been waiting to say all of this to someone.

“I see”, Chan responds. “I think…and hear me out, I think you’re just craving a normal childhood-one where you weren’t basically left to fend for yourself.”

You nod and he feels it’s safe to continue.

“You don’t want to grow up because you already feel like you have been at a higher maturity level since you were learning your ABC’s..”.

“How do you know exactly how to put this into simple words?”

“Because I know exactly how you feel. You know, I suppose when you were born I not only had to fend for myself, but also for you—and I do not hold it against you Y/N, you are the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I think if I was an only child in this family I would’ve gone insane.” You both giggle at his words but you both know he’s right. You know especially now in his absence that living in this house by yourself is not a nurturing and caring environment.

Chan continues speaking, “So you could say that from a young age I was acting like I was in my 30’s, taking care of myself, you, teaching you life lessons while learning them myself..and when it came to actually being a grown up..I didn’t want to do it because I felt like I already have been doing it. I wanted to just be able to I don’t know…play around with fucking legos or just go to the beach and build as many sandcastles as I desire, I wanted to reverse time and somehow get our parents to care for us and give the both of us the childhood we deserve. I still want that. I still wish that there was a switch I could flip and suddenly they’ll be asking more than the ‘required’ mundane questions…but…”, he trails off with a sigh.

“…That can’t happen”, you say. “Mhm, it can’t. So, trust me when I say that I understand how you feel.”

“How did you get over it?”, you ask.

“Well..it does turn out that adult life is a bit more complicated so I had to figure that out..but to heal my inner child..I did exactly what I wanted to, I realised that because I was an adult, no one could actually stop me from building sandcastles at the beach, or spending my first entire real pay check on all the lego sets I wanted and building them all”.

“Did it help?”

“Honestly, yeah. I gave myself what our parents couldn’t..or well wouldn’t and I felt much better about myself.” He pokes your arm, laughing a bit “Just don’t spend your first entire pay check on lego. I’ll teach you how to be smarter with money.”

“I feel bad you have to teach me these things.”

“Don’t. I want to.”, Chan replies. “The only reason I didn’t completely cut contact with mom and dad after I moved out was so I could see you like this, so I could continue to parent you because..you have so much potential Y/N..and our parents don’t provide you with an environment to encourage that kind of growth, they just want you to grow up and move out so they can be at peace, but I want you to thrive. I want you to be prepared and ready for whatever life throws at you. I want to encourage you in everything. I just want to help you. Make sure you have it better than anyone else..”. Chan’s words make you feel a pang in your chest, you close your eyes and slow your breathing, feeling his heartbeat as his fingers comb through your hair.

“Obviously, since you seem to be so nervous, I’ll tune my coaching down to a slower place, we can take this one small step at a time”.

“Thank you Channie. Really.”, you reply. “Mom and dad are no help at all…like no help. They just want me out of here.”

“I know…but it’s okay, you’ll figure yourself out, you’ll figure out what you want to do with your life, in your own time and I’ll be here in your corner supporting you every step of the way and teaching you things and well…everything I already said”, Chan reassures, patting your arm.

“Now…what if…we go and build a snowman or something?”, he suggests.

“A snowman?”, you laugh and sit up, meeting his eyes.

“What? It’ll be fun! I promise!”, Chan exclaims, “Come on don’t be a loser! Just come build a snowman with me!!”

“What you need me to sing it for you??”, he clears his throat. “Do you want to build a snowman? Come on let’s go and play-“

It’s only when you start laughing he does too. God when Frozen came out you both went through a terrible phase where you were obsessed with the movie..and when the second one came out god it all came back again.

“Okay Anna—let’s go build a snowman”.

That’s how your day ends. The two of you building multiple snowmen in the green in your estate (while your parents sat inside, oblivious to what their kids are doing). And honestly, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

You know that Chan would truly always be in your corner and you hope he knows you’ll always be in his. Neither of you asked to be born to parents who had no care in the world but at least the two of you had each other.

a/n: hope you liked this! i had to rush the ending a bit because I wanted it to be done by at least Christmas day so apologies!!!

p.s: if you have any reqs, feel free to ask!! just keep it sfw!!!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Power: a Bloodline x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 12: Joshua pt. 4

Joshua sat on the couch, his leg bouncing anxiously as the sound of the ocean waves drifted faintly through the patio door he’d left slightly ajar. The salty air did little to calm him, and his thoughts swirled like the tide. He replayed the image of Rhea stepping into the taxi over and over again. She was gone, but Joe hadn’t said a word about what happened.

When Joe finally walked through the door, Joshua immediately straightened, his concern evident. “What did she say?” he asked, unable to mask the edge of urgency in his voice.

Joe glanced at him, his expression unreadable, though his exhaustion was evident in the slump of his shoulders. “Go to sleep,” Joe said flatly. “We gotta be at the airport tomorrow morning.”

And with that, Joe disappeared down the hallway, his door closing softly behind him.

Joshua exhaled sharply, rubbing his hands over his face. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. His chest felt tight, a mix of unease and frustration knotting together. He needed something — someone — to ground him, to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts.

He stood abruptly, his feet carrying him toward Demi’s room almost instinctively. He didn’t knock. He couldn’t bring himself to hesitate, not when his emotions were this raw. Gently pushing the door open, he found her curled up in bed, her breathing soft and even, her body glowing in the moonlight streaming through the window.

For a moment, he simply stood there, watching her. She looked so peaceful, so untouchable in her sleep, and yet, she was the one thing he felt he could hold onto. He needed her, not in a possessive way, but in a way that made him feel whole again.

“Demi,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he stepped closer.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she blinked at him, still half-asleep. “Joshua?” she murmured, her voice thick with grogginess.

“I… I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed. His hand reached out hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I just… I needed to see you.”

Demi shifted, propping herself up slightly as she studied him. Even in the dim light, she could see the storm in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Joshua didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. “I can’t do this alone,” he whispered, his voice breaking just enough to betray the weight he was carrying.

Demi’s arms wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer as she whispered, “You’re not alone, Josh. I’m here.”

He let out a shaky breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as her warmth began to seep into him, calming the chaos inside. She held him tightly, her fingers running through his hair as he clung to her like a lifeline.

“You make it easier,” he finally said, his voice muffled against her skin. “Being around you… it makes everything else feel less… heavy.”

Demi pulled back just enough to look at him, her hand cupping his cheek. “That’s what we do, Josh,” she said softly. “We’re here for each other.”

He leaned into her touch, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before he shifted, laying down beside her. Without hesitation, she tucked herself into his side, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around her protectively.

For the first time all night, Joshua felt his breathing slow, his mind quieting as the comfort of her presence washed over him. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, with Demi in his arms, he allowed himself to believe that everything might just be okay. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please..”

He leaned in and captured her lips in a fleeting moment. Joshua’s lips lingered on hers, his breath mingling with Demi’s as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. The world around them seemed to melt away, the ocean waves outside and the faint hum of the night completely silenced by the pounding of his heart.

“You give me a feeling that I never felt before and I deserve that feeling…” he said, his voice husky and filled with a vulnerability he rarely let show. His hand cradled her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek as if trying to memorize the moment.

Demi gazed up at him, her own heart racing. There was something raw and unfiltered about the way Joshua looked at her — like she wasn’t just a part of his life but the very center of it. It made her chest tighten, her breath catch, and for a fleeting second, she forgot about everything else. The dynamics, the others, even the complexities of their situation — it all disappeared in the warmth of his presence.

She reached up, her fingers tracing the curve of his jawline. “You make me feel alive, Josh,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “Like I can be completely myself… no walls, no masks.”

His lips curved into a soft smile, but there was something deeper in his eyes — a mixture of love, longing, and something almost territorial. “That’s because you are. With me, you don’t need any of that. You just need to be Demi.”

She leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss that felt like a promise. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

“If this is what it’s like to be with you,” Joshua murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “then I never want to let it go. I don’t care about the others, the dynamics — none of it. All I care about is you, right here, right now.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she felt as though the weight of her complicated relationships with Joe, Jonathan, and Joseph didn’t matter. In this moment, she belonged to Joshua, and he belonged to her.

She smiled, her fingers threading through his hair. “Right here, right now, it’s just us,” she said softly, her words carrying the weight of truth.

Joshua leaned in and kissed her again, his hands sliding down to her waist as he pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that had been building between them for so long. It was a kiss that spoke of desire, but also of love, trust, and a need for connection that went beyond the physical.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Joshua pressed his lips to her forehead and held her tightly against his chest. “I’ll never let anyone take this from us,” he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction.

Demi nuzzled into him, her heart pounding in her chest. “You don’t have to,” she whispered. “This… what we have… it’s ours.”

As they lay together, the moonlight streaming through the window casting a soft glow over them, it was clear that this moment — this connection — was more than just an escape. It was a foundation, a bond that neither of them wanted to break.

For now, they didn’t need to think about the others, the complexities, or what tomorrow might bring. All that mattered was the here and now, and in each other’s arms, they found a sense of peace that neither had felt in a long time.

Joshua lay beside Demi, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the bare skin of her arm. The room was quiet save for the soft sound of their breathing and the distant crash of ocean waves.

The intimacy between them was palpable, heavy with unspoken words and shared emotions that neither had fully acknowledged until now.

"I wanna take my time with you." Joshua said suddenly, his voice deep and steady, yet tinged with something raw.

Demi turned to look at him, her brows knitting slightly in curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, his thumb swiping through his music library. After a moment, he pressed play, and the opening chords of Unthinkable by Alicia Keys and Drake filled the room, soft and haunting and… beautiful.

Demi's breath hitched as the song's melody washed over them, setting the perfect tone for the moment. Joshua leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache.

The kiss deepened, and Demi felt herself melting into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest. It was as if time had slowed down, the rest of the world fading away until it was just the two of them in their own private universe.

Moment of honesty

Someone's gotta take the lead tonight

Whose it gonna be?

Joshua pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mingled. His eyes searched hers, and there was an intensity in his gaze that made her heart race. "Ask me again," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Demi blinked, her lips parting as she tried to process his words. "Ask you what?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

I'm gonna sit right here

And tell you all that comes to me

If you have something to say

"Ask me again," he repeated, his tone carrying a quiet urgency.

She swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. "Are you falling in love with me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

You should say it right now

(You should say it right now)

Joshua smiled, a slow, almost shy curve of his lips that made her stomach flutter. "Yes," he said simply, his voice steady and full of certainty.

Demi's breath caught, her eyes widening slightly as his words sank in. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, he kissed her again, silencing any doubt or hesitation that might have lingered in her mind.

You ready?

You give me a feeling that I never felt before

And I deserve it, I think I deserve it

The song played on in the background, its lyrics and melody perfectly encapsulating the moment.

It's becoming something

That's impossible to ignore

And I can't take it

Joshua's hands roamed her body with a gentleness that spoke of reverence, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've never felt this way before," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with emotion. "Not with anyone. You make me feel... whole."

I was wondering maybe

Could I make you my baby

If we do the unthinkable

Demi's heart swelled at his words, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "You make me feel the same," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

Joshua pulled her closer, holding her as if he never wanted to let go. "Then let's not hold back," he said softly. "Let's just... be."

Demi nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Their bodies and souls became entwined in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just them, their blossoming love, and the unthinkable possibilities of what could be.

They were both gazing into each other's eyes with a passion that was undeniable. Joshua leaned in to kiss Demi, and she eagerly kissed him back, their tongues dancing together as they tasted each other. Joshua's hands roamed over Demi's body, feeling her curves and the heat emanating from her skin.

Joshua's thoughts about Demi were a swirl of intensity, admiration, and longing. She wasn't just a woman to him; she was the woman. Demi had a way of looking at him that made him feel like he was seen, truly seen, in a way that no one else ever had. Her laugh could disarm him in seconds, and the way she moved, so unapologetically herself, captivated him. She wasn't afraid to challenge him, to call him out, to demand better-not just for herself, but for him too.

Demi's hands were equally busy, sliding down Joshua's chest and stomach until she reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. She tugged them down, and Joshua's dick sprang free, already hard and eager for her touch. Demi wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its weight and heat in her hand.

She was beautiful, yes, but it was deeper than that. Her beauty was layered: the fierce determination in her eyes, the vulnerability she allowed him to see when she was tired or overwhelmed, the warmth in her touch when they were alone. Every little thing about her-her sharp wit, her stubborn streak, her quiet moments of reflection-made her more radiant in his eyes.

Joshua groaned at her touch, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. He kicked off his boxer briefs the rest of the way and then lifted Demi's shirt over her head, revealing her perfect breasts encased in a lacy bra. Joshua reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall and he pushed it off the bed. Demi's breasts were firm and perky, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.

But despite all that he felt for her, there was a weight pressing on him, one that came from the other dynamics he was part of. He didn't resent them-not entirely. Jonathan was his groundkeeper, Joe his leader, and Joseph his quiet anchor.

Why give up before we try?

Feel the lows before the highs

Clip our wings before we fly away

Joshua cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Demi gasped at the sensation, her body flowing with his as Joshua teased her nipple with his tongue. Joshua's hands wandered down Demi's body, sliding her underwear down her legs until she was completely naked.

It was an unspoken connection that silenced the chaos he usually carried in his heart. She felt like a reprieve from the storm that constantly brewed around him, a moment of peace in a life that had always been tangled with complications.

I can't say I came prepared

I'm suspended in the air

Won't you come be in the sky with me?

Demi adjusted herself on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Joshua took the moment and positioned himself between her thighs, his dick throbbing with need. He leaned down to kiss her again, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as Joshua slid his fingers inside her. Demi was already wet, her pussy slick with love & want. Joshua teased her clit with his thumb as he slid his fingers in and out of her, feeling her muscles clench around him.

“Josh..” she moaned, emitting a gasp as Joshua curled his two middle fingers up.

He'd always been the one who couldn't say no. To Joe, to Jonathan, to Joseph-hell, even to Rhea when she made her plays for control. It was easier to go along with their demands, their expectations, than to fight back. It was his way of keeping the peace, of staying relevant in a world that always seemed one step away from fracturing completely.

“You look so beautiful..” Joshua said as he thrusted his fingers in Demi. Demi squirmed in her place as the pleasure was building.

You see… with Demi, things felt different. When she touched him, it wasn't about control or power. Her hands didn't grab at him to claim or demand; they simply explored, as if she was learning him, accepting him for all that he was. When his hand brushed over her arm, it wasn't just skin he felt—it was trust, vulnerability, and a sense of belonging he'd never known before.

Can I, can I save you from you

'Cause you know there's something missing

And that champagne you've been sippin's

Not supposed to make you different all the time

The slow beat of Fall For Your Type by Jamie Foxx played as it engulfed the room slightly as Demi made him feel human again.

His mind flickered to the others, to the dynamics she shared with Joe and Jonathan and Joseph, the pieces of herself she gave to them. It wasn't jealousy he felt— it was something deeper, more personal. He wanted… no.. needed her in a way that wasn't defined by rules or agreements. He didn't want to be one of many, another name on the contract. He wanted her heart, her soul, her everything.

So who am I to judge you on the past, girl

I bet there's a reason for it all

You say that you're nothing like the last girl

I just pray that you don't let me down right now

It's too late, I'm already yours

You just gotta promise me, hearts won't break

And end up like before

Demi moaned, her hips bucking as Joshua's fingers worked their magic. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly as Joshua's fingers moved faster and faster. Joshua could feel it too, the way Demi's pussy clenched around his fingers as she got closer and closer to the edge.

“I need you..” Demi whined.

Her skin under his touch felt like fire and silk, a contradiction that left him breathless. Every inch of her seemed designed to undo him, to peel back the layers of who he thought he was and expose the man he wanted to be.

I swear I, always, fall,

For your type, yeah (for your type)

Tell me why I, always, fall,

For your type (for your type)

Joshua pulled his fingers from her softly, emitting a soft moan from Demi. Joshua, now looking down at Demi with the softest smile that only an angel can produce. "I'm going to make love to you now for the very first time," he said, his voice low and husky. Demi looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire. "Please," she breathed, as she reached a hand to cup his cheek.

He wasn't sure if she knew what she did to him, how she unraveled his insecurities and stitched him back together with her presence. When she looked at him, it felt like she saw him—not the man shaped by Joe's commands or Jonathan's whims or Joseph’s corrections, but the person he had always longed to be.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I am falling in love with you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. Demi smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love. "I am too," she whispered.

Joshua held his dick as he thrusts into her, filling her completely. Demi gasped at the sensation, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. Joshua began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Demi wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. The sounds of love in the air.

“Josh.. yesssss… fuck baby…”

And yet, there was fear. Fear that he couldn't give her enough, that he was too damaged, too used to playing second or third in every relationship.

“You are so wet for me babe… mmphh..”

The inability to say no had made him feel powerless in so many ways, but Demi? She made him want to fight. For her. For himself. For the chance to be something more.

It's not true, tell me I've been lied to

Crying isn't like you

What the hell did I do?

Never been the type to

Let someone see right through

As they continued to see each other at their most vulnerable, Billie Eilish’s soft voice of her iconic song “I love you..” took over, changing the mood.

“Please don’t ever stop..” Demi begged.

“I promise girl I won’t..” Joshua said as he threw his head into the crevice of her neck, Demi’s nails scratching his back.

Joshua's thrusts grew faster and harder, his dick sliding in and out of Demi's pussy with ease. Demi could feel her orgasm building once more, the tension coiling in her belly as Joshua's thrusts grew more and more powerful… almost as if he was making his mark. She moaned, her head thrown back into the pillow, completely riddled with a euphoric feeling of how Joshua felt inside of her.

Joshua had always been careful with his heart.

Real True Love wasn't something he gave away freely-it was something he held back, guarded, afraid of what it could do to him if he let it in. He understood his role in the dynamic. He could be there for the girl, he could talk with her, he could take her on dates but… ever since Rhea… letting that guard down for real love absolutely scared the shit out of him. However… watching Demi now, her eyes soft as they met his, her presence wrapping around him like a balm to his restless soul, he felt the walls he'd built around himself begin to crumble. And that still terrified him.

Joshua's thrusts grew more frantic as he felt Demi's pussy clenching around him. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

Maybe won't you take it back?

Say you were tryna make me laugh

And nothing has to change today

“Almost.. ugh .. fuck…”

“Cum for me.. it’s only about you..”

“Josh.. Josh..”

“Oh fuck..”

“Joshua! Baby fuckkkkk..”

Demi's moans grew louder, his thrusts kept the same speed, her pussy clenching around Joshua's dick as she came hard.

We fall apart as it gets dark

I'm in your arms in Central Park

There's nothing you could do or say

I can't escape the way I love you

I don't want to

But I love you

Joshua groaned, his hips jerking as he came inside Demi. He collapsed on top of her, his dick still buried deep inside her. Demi wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they caught their breath.

He knew how much he needed her, how much he craved the feeling of her warmth next to him, the sound of her voice, the way her touch made him feel alive. It was terrifying, knowing that she had the power to break him in ways no one else ever had.

But the scariest part? The scariest part was that he knew he couldn't stop. Even if it meant risking everything, even if it meant exposing himself to the possibility of pain, he couldn't turn away from her.

Because she was worth it. Even in his fear, even in his hesitation, Joshua knew that loving her would be the most dangerous, yet the most beautiful thing he'd ever do.

They lay there for a few moments, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in their chests. The sounds of the ocean outside their window filled the room, a soothing backdrop to their lovemaking.

—

The private plane hummed softly as it cut through the clouds, the cabin quiet except for the occasional sound of a page turning or a drink being set down. Demi leaned into Joshua’s shoulder, her hand loosely holding his, a small gesture of comfort that she needed after the whirlwind trip to Samoa.

Across from them, Jonathan was scrolling through his phone, occasionally throwing glances their way, his expression unreadable. Joseph, on the other hand, seemed content, sipping on a glass of water as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed like he was meditating.

Joe sat in the back of the plane, separated from the group, his posture rigid as he stared out the window. He hadn’t said much since they’d boarded, and the weight of his silence lingered in the air.

Joshua tilted his head slightly, murmuring low enough so only Demi could hear, “You okay?”

Demi nodded, her thumb brushing over his hand. “I’m just tired. It’s been… a lot.”

He kissed her temple gently, his lips lingering for a moment. “Rest if you need to. I’ve got you.”

She smiled softly, appreciating his steadiness, even as she could feel the undercurrents of unspoken emotions rippling through the cabin.

Jonathan suddenly leaned forward, breaking the silence. “So, Demi, when we land, what’s the plan? Straight home or…?” His tone was light, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that hinted at something more.

“I think I’ll head straight home,” Demi replied, her voice measured. “I need to regroup.”

Jonathan smirked. “Regroup, huh? That what you call it when you run away?”

Joshua’s jaw tightened, his hand squeezing Demi’s protectively. “Leave it, Jon.”

Jonathan shrugged, leaning back in his seat, but the smirk remained. “Just saying. You’re not the only one who had a lot to handle this trip.”

Joseph opened his eyes, cutting in before the tension could escalate. “Jon, let it go. Everyone’s tired. This isn’t the time.”

Joe’s voice cut through the cabin suddenly, low and commanding. “Enough.”

All eyes turned to him. He hadn’t moved from his seat, but the weight of his presence was impossible to ignore. “We’ve got a long flight ahead of us. Keep your shit in check.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes but didn’t push further, turning his attention back to his phone.

Joshua leaned closer to Demi, whispering in her ear, “Don’t let him get to you. He’s just being Jon.”

Demi nodded, but her mind was racing. The dynamics between them all felt heavier than usual, the cracks showing more and more with each passing moment.

As the plane continued its journey, Demi closed her eyes, resting against Joshua, but her thoughts were anything but calm. They’d left Samoa, but the weight of what had happened there was still with them, and she wasn’t sure if they’d left the worst of it behind—or if it was waiting for them when they landed.

—

The night air was crisp as the group stepped onto the tarmac, the quiet hum of the private jet behind them fading into the distance. Demi adjusted her bag on her shoulder, exhaustion evident in her posture. Joshua stood beside her, helping load her bags into the waiting car, his movements deliberate but tense.

Demi glanced at the others—Joe, Jonathan, and Joseph—who were huddled together, speaking in low tones as if plotting their next move. She bit her lip before turning to Joshua, her voice soft but edged with hope. “Where are you going now?”

Joshua sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ve got a red-eye to Pensacola. Figured I’d get back and rest up before the chaos picks up again.”

Demi frowned. “You’re off until next Thursday, right?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, glancing at the others. “When you get slammed through a table, you’re technically supposed to take some time off. Doctor’s orders.”

Demi hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. Finally, she said, “Change your flight. Come stay with me at my cabin.”

Joshua froze, his gaze snapping to hers. For a brief second, there was something like longing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with hesitation. He glanced back at Joe, Jonathan, and Joseph, who were now watching them from a distance.

“They won’t like that,” Joshua said, his voice low.

Demi didn’t respond right away, the weight of his words settling over her like a lead blanket. She knew what he meant—knew the invisible chains that bound him to the others, to the dynamic they’d created, no matter how toxic or complicated it could be. And despite the intimate night they’d shared, despite the connection they’d deepened, nothing had really changed.

She forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s okay,” she said quietly, looking away. “I get it.”

Joshua stepped closer, his voice soft. “Demi—”

“No, it’s fine,” she interrupted, her tone sharper than she intended. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’ll see you when I see you, Josh. Have a safe flight.”

The tension between them was palpable, but Joshua didn’t push. Instead, he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stepped back. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

Demi nodded, not trusting herself to say anything more. She turned and walked toward the car, her steps brisk, determined to keep her emotions in check.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Joe watching her, his expression unreadable. Jonathan and Joseph exchanged a look, smirking like they’d already claimed some silent victory.

As she climbed into the car and closed the door, Demi leaned her head against the cool glass, her chest tightening. She hated how powerless she felt, how no matter what she did, she was always left chasing scraps of attention, of affection, from a group of men who seemed to hold all the cards.

But as the car pulled away from the tarmac, she made a silent promise to herself. She wasn’t going to let this be her story—not entirely. If Joshua couldn’t choose her, if none of them could, she’d eventually have to choose herself.

The car hummed softly as it glided down the darkened roads, the only light coming from the occasional passing streetlamp. Demi sat in the backseat, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold herself together. She stared out the window, watching the blur of the city fade into trees and shadows, but her reflection staring back at her felt like a cruel reminder of her own pain.

Her chest tightened, and tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling over silently. No sobs, no gasps for breath—just silent, hot tears that streaked down her face, carrying the weight of her frustration and heartbreak.

No matter what I do, it’s never going to matter, she thought bitterly. Josh isn’t going to choose me. He’s never going to leave them.

She pressed her lips together to keep herself from making a sound, her nails digging into her palms. It was all bullshit—the moments they shared, the promises he made with his eyes, with his touch. None of it mattered when the reality was that he was still tied to them. To Joe. To Jonathan. To Joseph. They were his world, and no matter how much she tried, she’d never be enough to pull him away from that.

Demi’s head fell back against the seat, her tears still flowing. She hated herself for feeling this way, for letting him in, for believing even for a second that things could be different. That she could be different to him.

He’ll always be theirs first, she realized, the thought cutting deeper than she expected. And I’ll always just be another piece of the game.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his expression concerned but silent. Demi noticed the look and quickly wiped at her face, not wanting to appear weak in front of anyone else.

When the car finally pulled up to her cabin, she forced herself to sit up straight and gather her things. The tears were gone now, replaced by a cold resolve.

As she stepped out into the night, the crisp air hitting her face, she whispered to herself, “Enough.”

But even as she walked up the steps and closed the front door behind her and locked herself inside, the ache in her chest refused to go away.

— Next Day. 2:52 PM.

Demi awoke to the sound of her phone ringing, she glanced at the clock and saw the time, she had slept a little too much.

Demi grabbed her phone and stared at the glowing screen as Joshua’s name disappeared, leaving only the dark void of her lock screen behind. The call went to voicemail, and her phone buzzed quietly in her hand, signaling the inevitable message he would leave. She tossed it onto the nightstand without bothering to check, rolling over and burying her face into the pillow.

She felt heavy, the weight of the previous night still clinging to her. Her chest tightened as she thought about the way she’d broken down in the car. The way she felt so small, so powerless, so… unwanted.

He can wait, she thought bitterly. Let him wonder what it feels like to be ignored for once.

But even as she tried to justify her actions, the ache in her chest only deepened. She hated how much she cared, how much his name flashing on her screen still made her stomach flip, even after everything.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to fall back asleep, to escape the reality of her emotions. But the silence of the cabin felt deafening. Every thought echoed louder, every memory of their time together clawing at her mind.

Her phone buzzed again, the vibration sharp and insistent. She groaned, reaching over to silence it completely. But when she glanced at the screen, she froze.

Another name. Joe.

Her heart raced, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Not right now.

Instead, she turned the phone facedown and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The sunlight streaming through the window only made her feel more exposed, more raw. She rubbed her face, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue and emotional haze.

Get up. Move. Do something, she told herself.

Dragging herself to the kitchen, she brewed a quick cup of coffee and stared out the window at the quiet landscape. The cabin was supposed to be her sanctuary, her escape, but it felt suffocating now.

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. This time, she ignored it completely. No more Joshua. No more Joe. Not today.

For now, she needed to find herself again. To feel something other than this unbearable ache.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

the body language. the fucking body language ?????

[scoliosisgoblin]

Your version of YB is so sweet! I love seeing him being all sweet and protective over Jay / your sona / OC ❤️

hehhe yeahh

Jay and Peter have quite a wholesome relationship for the most part. I don't draw it really nor do I post it, but they do fight a lot. in the beginning it was usually just passive comments from Jay and Peter getting frustrated being unable to satisfy him

I mean, it's cause Jay had a bunch of issues at the time but anyway

[lynpheas]

dunno if anyone has or would catch onto this, but in my fic “all the petals fall,” i lowkey based helia’s reaction to flora using witch magic on a wangxian dynamic !! hehe… oh to transcend the rigidity of your moral scruples through an inciting incident by someone you deeply love… romance.

examples under the cut:

“One against two, Lan WangJi still refused to back off. He gazed at Wei WuXian, “Wei Ying, for cultivating an evil path you would eventually have to pay. Throughout time, there has not been a single exception.” Wei WuXian, “I can pay.” Seeing how unconcerned he seemed to be, Lan WangJi lowered his voice, “The path would not only damage your body, but your heart as well.” Wei WuXian, “Damage or not, how much damage, I know it the most. As for my heart, it’s my heart after all. I know what I’m doing.” Lan WangJi, “Some things you cannot be able to control at all.” Displeasure flashed across Wei WuXian’s face, “Of course I can control it.” Lan WangJi walked a step closer. He seemed to be about to speak again when Wei WuXian closed his eyes, “After all, on the topic of how my heart is, what could other people know about it? Why should other people care about it?” Lan WangJi paused. He had suddenly been angered, “… Wei WuXian!”

excerpt from

grandmaster of demonic cultivation 魔道祖师

mo xiang tong xiu | translation from exiled rebels scanlations

“Lifeblood is dark, Flora,” Helia insists. “You saw how you were out there. You were bloodthirsty. It controlled you.” “I never lost sight of myself,” Flora argues. “I swear to you, I never did. If I had, those wizards would be dead right now. I would’ve ripped their arteries from their bodies and taken their hearts as spoils of war. But I didn’t because I was only using my power to save my friends. My friends and you, Helia, the man I love!” “Do you even hear yourself right now, Flora?” Helia says, bewildered. “All this talk of blood and murder — I never thought you to be capable of such morbid affairs!” He pauses, “No, wait, I did. You and the Winx are strong, you’d be able to do anything for the sake of the universe. I just never thought I’d see you take such joy in it.” “Lifeblood is life, Helia,” Flora says, exasperated. “Dark and light are not as diametrically opposed as you think. They’re codependent. One would not exist without the other. In the end, they’re both morally neutral — what matters is the wielder’s choices.” “Morally neutral by whose standards?” Helia queries, resigned. “Mine? Or yours?”

excerpt from

all the petals fall (of the flowers that bloomed in my heart)

lynpheas | ao3

[solasan]

i’ve had the worst week so im not rly here BUT i did finally read the infamous update n boy howdy let me tell u the forced proximity is hitting so hard

[fushiguho]

Sucking Professor!Kento’s cock during office hours… sorry in advance I’m ovulating :/

“I just wanna see it.” You purr as you’re sinking to your knees before him, two curious hands reaching forward to undo the silver buckle of his belt.

“You just wanna see it?” He echoes incredulously, a laugh of disbelief immediately following his words.

You only hum in response, fiddling with the clasp of his belt, nothing but your feverish urgency guiding you. Nanami does little to stop your advances. In fact, part of him can’t stop himself from helping you as his slender, manicured hands are sliding down to take the belt off for you. Soon, the zipper of his dark gray slacks is being tugged down, eventually revealing the prominent tent beneath the fabric of his Calvin Klein briefs.

Nanami’s breath hitches discernibly when you pull at his waistband, unsheathing his swollen cock. The blushing tip drips with precum, kissing his head in a slick mess. His fruitless protests were long forgotten, somewhere so far gone, never to be seen again. And from the looks of it, Nanami’s body is working against him and he can’t find it within himself to stop it.

You don’t miss the way he sucks in a tight breath, exhaling a shaky whimper as the cool draft of the lecture hall kisses the swollen head of his cock, his chest shuddering with each ensuing breath. Almost instinctively your hand is wrapping around the thick base before languidly dragging your fist up. “You… you said you just wanted to see it– fuck.” He breathes as his lips part, labored breaths falling from his slacked jaw.

“Did I?” You hum, feign confusion dripping from your tone as you loll out your tongue, pretty rivulets of saliva spilling from it, coating the head of his cock in a lewd, glossy sheen. Nanami can only nod slightly, mouth wide as you begin to stroke him again with the slick of your saliva. He’s rolling his hips forward, chasing your fleeting touch.

You smile sweetly, “I must've forgotten.”

With your wide eyes boring holes, you inhale deeply before slowly lowering your head onto him, taking him into your honeyed mouth with a hum of satisfaction. He’s sweet, almost like a bitter honey. Your eyes flutter shut as you swallow around him, gagging sweetly as the tip of his cock brushes the entrance to your throat.

He’s gasping, face contorting in his overwhelming pleasure as you toy with his heavy balls, your other hand tugging at his pretty cock. “Mmph you can’t just—fuck… w-what if someone sees?” Nanami protests while peering down at you through the fallen strands of blonde that adorn his forehead, his scrunched face blushing with crimson.

Your sweet lips drag along the warm skin of his swollen balls, sloppy kisses left in your wake. “No one comes to your office hours anyway.” You gibe, your teasing hand working steadily at his stiff, drooling length. Nanami gapes in response, his head delirously craning back to dangle over his shoulders, a choked whimper on the tip of his tongue.

He hardly even notices the subconscious spread of his thighs as he accommodates to your keening sense of vehemence. Truthfully, he’d only be lying to himself if he said he hasn’t imagined you on your knees for him just like this. How can he not? Maybe it’s the way you saunter around campus in the skimpiest outfits he has ever seen, your pretty tits and plush thighs on display, practically spilling out of the fabric. Or even the way you ‘accidentally’ email him files of the most debauched images of yourself.

But, Professor!Kento isn’t blameless. He definitely shouldn’t have saved those files so that he could slowly construct his own corrupt file of you — a handpicked selection of your most sacred parts, stored away on his work laptop. Between classes he finds himself growing achingly hard at the fleeting thought of you tucked beneath his desk with his cock against your tongue, pathetically stifling his moans as he grades quizzes for his unsuspecting students.

Oh, and there were the videos too...

He can vividly describe them from memory. In fact, the video that made his cock the hardest was the one of you in your dorm room, slouched against your headboard, completely bare with your legs spread as you ran your slick fingers between your swollen lips. The flashback of the camera even caught the subtle gleam of your arousal, gossamers of your essence stretching and snapping between your fingers like shiny, mouthwatering cobwebs.

With your phone propped against a stuffed animal, you huffed out small breaths and moans as you shamelessly groped your tits. Mouth gaped as you tugged at your hardened nipples, rolling them between the pads of your fingers.

Over and over again, Nanami replayed that video, shamelessly zooming into your pretty pussy to get a better view of the way your sloppy hole swallowed your fingers, imagining it was him instead. He even synced his moans with yours as he fucked his hand that night, shiny beads of precum slipping from the angry head of his cock and dribbling down his nimble fingers.

And of course you claimed that you must’ve mistaken the file for your thesis. You’d think after the third time you’d learn not to keep your nudes in the same vicinity as your schoolwork... right?

Whoops.

“I see the way you look at me, Mr. Kento… you’re a smart man but not very discreet” you taunt, twisting your wrist slightly as you near the head, an incredulous gasp tumbling past his lips, “wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew.”

He’s whimpering wantonly as he bucks his hips toward your face, gaunt knuckles turning a pale white as he grips the armrests of his swiveling leather chair. “It’s not my f— fault, y’know that…” he breathes.

The smile that mars your face is almost sick, your slick lips curling into the most bewitched grin he has ever seen. It nearly has him spilling cum all over your pretty face with a guttural groan and a stutter of his hips.

“Guess it’s also not your fault that you lecture a room full of students with this cock hard like that either, right? Don’t even care enough to cover yourself up when you teach… must want everyone to know.” You're not letting up, your fist tightening slightly as you force precum from the swollen head of his cock. Warm, pearlescent beads drip in rivulets down your slick fingers.

You lean forward, darting your tongue out to chase his seed as he runs down your knuckles. The wet, hot muscle drags along your fist as you collect his arousal. “Mmm my professor’s gettin’ soo wet for me… look at the mess you’re making,” you observe as you smear the remaining precum along his cock. “wonder what my friends’ll think when I tell them… they’ll be so mad at me. M’always talkin’ about you y’know.” You giggle girlishly, admitting to your slight infatuation.

He throbs in your hand at your honeyed words, the vein that runs along the underside of his of his cock swollen and pulsating as you beckon him toward an inevitable orgasm. “Oh, fuuuck…” Nanami gasps, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to engage in your repartee, “m’gonna cum if you keep talkin’ to me like that… knew you had a nasty little mouth.” He admits.

You can’t help the fruitless clamp of your thighs at his comment, arousal seeping from your cunt, ruining your pretty laced panties. As you take him back into your mouth with a soft moan, swallowing around him like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have, the subtle roll of your hips as you attempt to relieve yourself doesn't go unnoticed.

Nanami thinks you’re the prettiest thing ever, like nothing he’s ever seen. He’s not entirely sure what it is about you that makes all the blood in his body rush for the head of his cock. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so bright, sharp-witted, and unlike many of his other students, you care about your life beyond university. Or it could even be the simple fact that he’s so deeply infatuated with you. Almost to the point it physically pains him.

More often than not, he’ll catch himself scanning the classroom for you before his lessons, hoping to find you in a row close to the front. When he eventually spots you, shamelessly, his gaze envelops you, mind racing as he imagines all the depraved things he’d do if given half the chance. God, especially the days you come to class repping your school’s apparel in those godforsaken athletic shorts from the university bookstore, the curve of your ass peeking from beneath.

You don’t ever mind when he keeps you well after class is over, commending you for your hard work and impressive grades, accompanied by lingering glances and fleeting touches. It’s hard to ignore the sickening sense of attraction you feel toward him. Maybe because he’s the answer to your most impure fantasies.

Nanami’s stomach knots when you peer up at him from between his legs, your sweet eyes like daggers. “Want you to cum in my mouth… on my tongue,” you’re humming sweetly as you loll out you tongue, his leaking head resting snuggly against it, “I’ll swallow it all.” You’re gently tapping him on the plush center of your tongue now, encouraging his looming orgasm.

His hips stutter as you jerk his cock against your tongue, all of his pretty boy moans and sighs of pleasure like kindle to a flame. “Yeah, f— fuck, yes… want me to cum in that p-pretty mouth?” He groans.

You nod eagerly before sitting higher up on your knees, preparing yourself to swallow everything he has to offer. Nanami gasps when his cock begins to twitch against your tongue. The vibration of your pleasured hums and coos is what's forcing several warm, translucent spurts of cum down the back of your slutty little throat.

His mouth gapes as you swallow it all just like you promised. You even stick out your clean tongue afterwards as proof. Nanami is bewildered as his chest heaves. “What the fuck.” He whispers more to himself than anything.

He watches intently as you clean yourself up, readjusting your disheveled hair and clothes before gathering your scattered textbooks and belongings. You sling your backpack over your shoulders before awkwardly looking down at your feet, “Uh, I’ll be late for physics… see you tomorrow?” You question.

He nods understandably. “What time are you done with classes today?”

“4:30.”

He grins wickedly. “Meet me back here at 4:45… wanna show you somethin’ else.”

Part 2

[shidoukanae]

Paris Valerian but i redesign his dragon form for funsies based on how i see him=. Not sure if I like this design bc im not a fan of bulkier looking dragons but for Paris I think this works??

Some headcanons about this design:

has a bit of a bull-like look bc I associate bulls with persistence and madness and idk that fits Paris well so if Fian has a “fox” motif Paris gets a “bull” one for his dragon form 

His design is based a lot on how a stereotypically evil dragon would look???? Because imo OG!Paris reads as a massive antagonist and I think giving him a look that fits that vibe in his dragon form works!! Especially because he still is an antagonist in a way (though god does he not read that way lmao)

he’s stronger in his dragon form than Fian is and he uses this to his advantage to bully Fian around whenever they playfight as dragons. That said, it seems Paris is surprisingly gentle towards Fian in this form and never hurts him.

he uses this form to intimidate people into getting what he wants. He’s not used to getting retaliated against while in this form and quickly respects anyone who does so (read: Fian, Lyla and Helene)

the silver scales on his body can glow in the same way his eyes do. Typically, he keeps them dull-colored (see above) but if he feels a strong emotion of any sorts they’ll glow brightly without him meaning to (noticeably: they glow constantly whenever Helene is around for obvious reasons~).

[cathnospam]

Content Warning: College MHA AU, Oral (F! Receiving), Bakugo being Bakugo, Reassurance, SoftDom!Bakugo

You cried during sex and it freaked Bakugo out…

“B-bab—-y/n?!” The soft concerned look on his face in contrast on what he was just doing between your thighs was almost enough to make you break into a chuckle.

Not knowing what personal space is he cupped your chubby tear stained cheeks with his warm sweaty palm and rubbed the wetness away the best he could, “Why didn’t you use the safe word?!”

You blink, you could feel your high slowly wearing off if it wasn’t for his knee rubbing up against your clit. He didn’t even realize he was so close. “Huh?”

“Did I hurt you? Why —why didn’t—“

The tears just flowed naturally from your face, this was your first time with him and this new feeling of passion left you overwhelmed, his kissed, his curious touches, the groans and pants coming from you both as you rolled around in the messed up sheets of his bed.

His mouth was just as curious and intense as his hands, and in Bakugo fashion he gave it his all, looking up over the valley of your pretty breast to take notes of your reactions; to watch your face change when his tongue flicks in a new area, his lips practically made out with your lower ones which drew out a slurry “Katsuki~” and whine, which turned him on so much he kept doing so until he slid his thick muscle inside you, his ego inflated in ways he didn’t think could hearing you whine and moan for him, he grew confident, shaking his head back and fourth, in circles softly groaning while the slick mixture of his drool and your arousal. His forearm holding down your thighs to get a wider view of your his pretty pussy.

Who knew he was such a messy eater.

But he stopped, you started crying.

The blonde would first hurt himself before he ever hurts you, especially after giving him the chance to share such an intimate moment . He panicked.

“Katsuki, it’s okay.” You cut off his stammers, his voice was already cracking, you tend to forget how sensitive he really is under that hard exterior. You rose your back up on the headboard and pulled him down, his arms changing you in on the side of you, “I wasn’t in pain. It was the opposite.”

“How, dumbass you fucking—“

“Shut up.” You try to keep a deadpanned face, but the scent of your pussy on his breath made you subtly bite your lip, it was hot. “Well first off you were overstimulating me. Secondly, sometimes we can instinctively cry when something feels good or overwhelming, kinda like when you see people cry during weddings. They’re…happy tears.”

His face was pouted, small beads of sweats trickling down his forehead, and cheeks so warm and squishy you pinch ‘em to get a reaction out of him, “Tch….i knew that.”

“….I was really making you feel good?”

You smile, landing a slow kiss on his slightly thinner ones and tugging his fattier lower lip, you nod, “You made me feel really good. So good I cried. It’s a compliment.”

Bakugo ponded for a few seconds,finally relaxing his body to let you hold him for a moment, your heart beats laid in sync with each other, enjoying the quiet ambiance of his dorm , naked and comfortable.

“Do you still wanna keep going or wanna try again later?”

“Only…only if you want to—-I mean I do obviously, but I don’t wanna make it weird.”

“You couldn’t make it weird if you tried I wanna keep going….i was close.” You fake pouted at him, a crack of the smile came from Bakugo, he sighed in fake annoyance rising up,

“Then lay back,” He says as he pulls you by your thighs so you can lie flat on your back, “this time don’t cover your mouth when I eat you, okay? ….You sound hot.”

“We won’t hear the end of it in class tomorrow…”

“I don’t give a fuck.” His last words were muffed by his lips pressing against your sticky gooey pussy.

[tobiasdrake]

Like, getting political for a moment. A thing a lot of people need to understand is that, ultimately, rules only exist if they are enforceable. The mechanism of enforcement is what determines the realness of a rule.

If you're playing Monopoly and you decide that being in Jail sucks so you move your piece to Go and call it a tunneling loophole, there's nothing built into the game to actually stop you from doing that. Other players yelling at you and banishing you from the table is how the rule is enforced. But if they don't, if they let you do that, then I'm sorry but that's just how the game is played now. If you're allowed to do it then it's not against the rules.

We all instinctively understand that when you're running track, you're not supposed to cross the lines into someone else's lane. But the lines are not a wall. They're not physically preventing you from doing anything. If you decide you want to run into the lane to your right and jump-kick the other racer, you physically can do that.

The line on the ground is a social construct. It's part of the magic circle; A thing that takes on special meaning, even psychological power, so long as we exist within its play space. But it's not real, and it only has power if somebody comes over and drags you off the field for striking that other racer.

At the highest echelons of power, a lot of what "can" and "can't" be done are actually just the boundaries of a magic circle with few real enforcement mechanisms. The President can't do that. But. Like. Who's going to stop him if he does?

The biggest thing we learned during the Trump Presidency was just how many restrictions on government power are illusory. Trump spent his four years in office testing the limits of what he can and can't do. Stepping over the lines of the magic circle to see which ones had enforcement mechanisms and which were merely decorative. And revealing that an alarming number were decorative.

Because the thing about the highest offices, about POTUS and SCOTUS and Congress, is that they're the highest offices. There's nobody above them. The only check on their power is each other and, contrary to what high school social studies might tell you, those checks aren't very strong at all.

Trump wants to redefine the game rules to be dictatorial. The magic circle says he can't do that. But the only factor that truly decides whether he can or can't is whether the other players at the table will let him do it. And if you listen to the way Republican Congressmen talk, it's not reassuring.

There are no executive super-cops who will arrest Trump if he breaks the rules. The Avengers are not going to show up and stop him from continuing to reconfigure the magic circle to his liking. The only thing, the only true restriction on his power, is the vote. It's the fact that we, as a population, get to make a choice as to whether or not he even gets to sit back down at the table to play again at all.

In a democracy, voters are the enforcement mechanism. Let's try and remember that when November comes around.