#this started on discord but it's too good to leave there

[sandcheeze13]

update 7 (1/7/25):

well, news has came out that there's a good chance that the big, beautiful bill might pass, because of the gop. while that may sound disappointing, and would make you feel hopeless, you can still call the following numbers, and still use the link in update 5. plus, even if it passes, people can still take this to court. while it may be harder now, that option's still there.

plus, while this isn't about medicaid (because as far as i know, that's still there unfortunately), the us won't ban ai laws from existing, which is good, if anybody's wondering. we won't have to worry about ai going overboard, and only making more of its issues worse. so, there's that.

here's me just rambling a bit, plus something important that i feel like i might have to share (just in case)

again, as i said in this post, after this "event" ends, i'll be going m.i.a. on this blog for the time being. i'm not sure when i'll be back, but i will do come back eventually. i just need some time to recharge after what the hell's been going on in this administration. please don't back down, because of them. they might be scary now, but do recognize that they're just some man-children who complain about a lot of things. that might be scratching the surface a bit, i'll admit, but that's the kind of people they are to me.

i know this is easier said, than done, but small victories should be just as appreciated.

until then, tumblr, let's not get all doomerist here, alright? i understand if that's how you feel currently. trust me, i would know that feeling all too well. but eventually, you'll start thinking that fighting just isn't worth it, but i promise you, we wouldn't be here today, if it weren't for so many people that still fought, despite the odds. the same can be said for the discord server that i had plugged a couple of times. (i'm referring to the stop internet censorship discord)

now, i'll just say this: i've not been the best member on there. i gave in to doomer behavior quite a lot, and that made a lot of people upset there, and rightfully so. it was against the rules, and yet, i broke it anyway. that was until recently, where i started to bit my tongue whenever moments like that arise. that certainly made it better on my end, as i'm not causing further issues, but that didn't stop the rest of the server from falling into those same traps like i did. that made a lot of people stop being positive, and leave that server for good. honestly, i don't really blame them for that.

with the way that i acted, i also don't blame anyone on there, if they didn't like me because of that. it is entirely valid that they think like that. and as a result, this made me reflect on who i am as a person: someone who's usually so cynical, and would always think that nothing is enough, or that it doesn't matter. which makes no sense, as i also have some sort of hope that things will get better. tell me how that makes any sense, cuz at the moment, i don't seem to have an answer.

since i'm able to think clearly, and without any sort of negative thought currently plaguing me, i can confidently say that going into the political space has fucked me up more than i realized. as a result, i've became a lot more anxious, and scared of the world. i had stopped eating, and i'm currently getting more thin by the day. my depression, and suicidal thoughts have only gotten worse. and i need to thank those in that server who had to slap some sense into me, because at some point, i have to realize the kind of shitty person i was.

i would also like to apologize for making quite a lot of mistakes during this time as well. none of them were intentional, but i just felt the need to make that statement, just in case.

so hopefully, i have said everything i needed to say. and with that, hopefully you'll understand why this blog will be m.i.a. for a while. however, i know that i'll be back here soon. and also, i will keep my promise that it'll happen.

for any palestinian who's been sending me messages about your campaigns, don't worry, i can still see them, and i'll try my best to support you however i can. it's unfortunate that i might not be able to financially support you during this time. again, i do heavily apologize for that, and i hope that you all can forgive me.

i would like for this break to hopefully last maybe 2-3 months, but only time will tell. the next update will be reblogging update 6, as i don't want to clog up this reply chain.

update (29/6/25)

sorry for being all quiet about bbb (big "beautiful" bill)

so, for updates:

it did pass the first vote in senate (51 yeas-49 nays). however, the bill is currently being read all the way through, as requested.

as of writing this, they're still reading through all 900+ pages, which surprised me, cuz i could've sworn that it was like 1100+ pages. idk, but still, they're reading it all the way through, and they'll start talking about it for like maybe another day, or so.

also yes, i did stay up all night just to tune in. it's boring, but yeah.

for now, do not panic. if anything, this should buy you all time. so, if you can, please call your senators.

more updates will come whenever more info arrives.

[viridiansilverwing]

Silverwing had sort of figured out that there was going to be a fight because the Aerialbots had just started having one of the stupidest arguments she had ever heard in her life. And when people argued about stuff and were not using any form of logic whatsoever, it was impossible for anything to get resolved, and that was when people--especially older people, people who'd actually fought in the war--started hitting each other.

"Come on, Skydive, let's go up to my lab, you wanted to see it?" As they walked through the halls, she sighed. "I'm so not here for them yelling at each other about whether or not they should stay in a place where there's nothing to do because somebody else just left them there and told them to stay." She thought about referencing the Steven Universe movie she'd downloaded but of course they wouldn't know about it--even though they were from Earth. Skydive sighed. "There's so much we don't know. And.... Please don't be mad at 'Bolt. He's just scared. Air Raid likes poking at him when he's already upset. And Raid started the fight." He could tell that Silverwing was annoyed, and he knew they all liked her.

"Yeah, he does that, doesn't he? But he's actually right this time. You should come here! This place is growing and you can do anything here. Rubber chickens are silly and fun but there's way more exciting stuff happening out here."

She glanced over her shoulder; she'd expected Viridian to follow. Why had she stayed behind?

Whatever. She was not going to be in the middle of a bunch of Autobots fighting. Viridian had been an Autobot, briefly and illegally, so maybe she got it, and that was okay--she could explain it to her later.

[buckynats]

How do people make friends. Irl

[jichanxo]

sooooo... *twirls her hair* how many asks should i send until kuwagami art. jk as well. the real question will be: does it happen often that someone else’s art inspires you? in fandom spaces specifically

well you see it’s like a loyalty card program, every 10 asks or so you get a complimentary kuwagami

just kidding you can just breathe in my direction and I’ll be tempted to draw them. kuwagami blast! (you've caught me on a... just okay art day lol)

(people still like kabedons, right?)

anyway for my actual answer: in terms of direct inspiration, it doesn't really happen much? the last two times i did art directly based on someone else's work is probably this one from this fic, and also that time i drew art of someone else's judgment au. oh! and there's that moriohpsycho art based on this comic! (filthyguts' work is so very. hgngngghh. very good.) nothing else really comes to mind, and when i think of the other things i've been into recently there hasn't been as much opportunity for that to happen...

flex and herds = strong fixation but lmao. almost nobody else made stuff about them. nobody is surprised umineko = surprisingly i don't read much umineko fanfiction? and in terms of illustration, i certainly picked up imagery and indirect inspiration but nothing concrete enough for me to give an example... now that i think about it, i did once draw andromalius from redaction/sunny, but that was years ago, and also mostly because i was acquainted with the writer. ...i don't have that artwork on hand right now death note = didn't really get involved with the fandom + i enjoyed my own ideas well enough! ...i can't recall if i drew long-hair-L art before or after seeing other artists do it. and as for everything else the same kind of reasoning applies. didn't really get involved with the fandom or wasn't really compelled to make art in response to stuff i saw, or i just don't remember anymore.

buuuuuuut if we're opening this up to just... pulling ideas from other people? then yeah, all the time, though that kind of goes without saying when you have a creative hobby. ...it's probably going to be hard to come up with examples of this since it's more ambiguous.

there's uhhhhhh... kuwana listens to nickelback which was a @/four-white-trees invention, wasn't it? (EDIT: and @/overdevelopedglasses!) (not tagging in this post so he doesn't feel obligated to read my big ass ask responses 💀) as of writing this, it's not posted but i did end up making kuwagami art based on a nickelback song so. yknow. there's that LMAO

for sawashiro and arakawa, i do sometimes go reference @/todayisafridaynight 's art to help me with my own. ("how did he draw this part of the suit? oh, like that huh? hmm" <- this kind of thing)

and um. i'm not trying to pander to you (at least not this time), but genuinely it's one of the few examples that come to mind at this moment. but when i was writing my first kuwagami fic, i could feel the influence of the ever-changing on my brain... was turning over some of your ideas there...

you remember this? (you even pointed it out in your comment on my fic, and i should've said something then, but whatever i'm saying it now)

that was absolutely because of this

(obligatory poke at anybody else reading this post that you can read passthroughtime's fic here.)

so, um. yeah. not really sure what else to add to that. pretty self evident i think. (i'm always talking about the ever-changing but i don't think i can overstate the impression it left on me at the time)

anyhow there aren't really any other examples off the top of my head! these are all recent examples so they're not so difficult to recall, but there are probably others i've forgotten...

[decidentia]

Had a fucking abysmal day at work on Thursday. Started my hunt for something new yesterday, and I already have an interview scheduled for Tuesday. The recruiter phoned me within minutes of receiving my CV and called me ‘heaven sent’ so I’m hopeful. To my current boss – you think you can do my job? Do it, then.

[goatgoesmbe]

tw : sexual theme, stalking, 141 being a creep

A series : part 2 of Discord shenanigans

AO3

Word count: 2031

rated: E

Poly!141 x f!reader

The New Member

The server wasn’t meant for public in the first place.

It was just something quick Johnny made just to have a little corner to hang out when they were on leave.

They rarely used it at first, finding no reason to communicate outside of work, they were busy with their own life anyway.

That was, until Johnny started sending pictures of literally anything in his daily life. It started with scenery, dogs he saw during walks, and selfies. Soon enough, Simon joined in with his own blurry pictures, then Kyle’s award-worthy photography, and John who sent the most normal pictures of some nice views worth sharing.

Eventually, interacting through the server became so regular that they started using it when they got back on base too– They never talk about something confidential in it of course, they were still professionals after all.

The gaming session was Kyle’s idea (Well, actually it was Johnny but he couldn’t convince them to play among us), they started playing various FPS games before settling for the popular one.

Kyle played casually, Johnny played competitively (and sucked at it compared to the others), John played it rarely but was pretty decent at it, while Simon was effortlessly good at it (Which he was so smug about).

The members consisted of people they knew from their jobs, so imagine their surprise when there was a notification about a new member.

You.

They welcomed you in a friendly manner, showing no suspicion despite John telling Kyle to do a background check immediately. And oh do they like what they see.

Pretty thing that you are, messy hair, pouty lips, dark bags under your eyes that only made you look more adorable rather than off-putting, like a sleepy panda. You always wore comfortable clothes oversized shirts or hoodies on colder days while your legs were bare, sitting crosslegged in your gaming chair with a big plushie in your lap. Johnny wondered if you wore anything underneath which made them go silent. made them think.

Fuck.

It was illegal and immoral, but really– everything they had ever done was all of those things and more, so what’s a bit of hacking into the webcam of a bonnie thing like you? It was done for their own safety after all, keeping their secrets as members of a highly classified military task force. It was only normal for them to check for any individuals that got into their space. Just in case.

Sure, they could just drop it when they found out that you were just a harmless civilian, but they also learned that you were just a sweet thing.. they immediately took a liking to you, adored you, so of course they had to keep an eye on you because they wanted to make sure you were alright. Keeping a civilians safe was part of their job, right?

You live alone, which made sense as to why you have CCTVs around your place. Smart girl, looking after your security seriously. Adorable.

Was it creepy for them to have access to those CCTVs? They just cared about your safety is all, was it wrong?

Well, they didn’t really care if it was, they were in too deep already, addicted to watching you in your own world, from your pretty face looking adorable as you focused on the game you were playing, the chime of your giggle when Johnny sent something stupid, to the way those innocent eyes showed no suspicion when one of them slipped up.

“Not as bonnie as you ;)” Johnny sent one time.

“You don’t even know what i look like XD”

Fortunately, you were oblivious. But still, they need to be more careful in the future. Johnny had a limp the next day and his body was covered in marks that peeked from the t-shirt he wore. But from how he barely covered them and how he still had that smirk on his face, it looked like he would definitely do it again if it would have John sending Simon to punish him.

Watching you had become a group routine. When they weren’t in the same room, they just hopped on the hidden channel Johnny made just to ping each other whenever you were doing something that would pique their interest.

Kyle enjoyed watching you go about with your routine, waking up at noon, cooking up something simple for yourself before you lock into your PC to do your freelance job then hopped into video games. His favorite was when you did your skincare, hand went down to cup the bulge in his pants as he watched you putting on lotion all over your body. His eyes darkened at the thought of him doing it instead, sliding his hand up your legs, lathering them nicely, and perhaps sneaking an opportunity for a feel of your clothed pussy when he reached your inner thighs.

Johnny likes to watch your reaction whenever you two interact, relishing your flustered expression from his relentless flirting. He wondered if you would also be shy under him, squirming as you tried to hide your face while he took off your clothes. He would click his tongue as he pried your hands off your face and gripped both of your wrists in one hand before pinning them above your head, one knee lodged between your legs to prevent you from closing them.

John’s favorite part of your day was when you were working. Tongue peeking out slightly in concentration, your doe eyes shifted and looked sharper when you were focused. He was there when you were in an online meeting with your employer, even though noone noticed. As he watched you talk, he liked to imagine that you were working for him instead. Talking formally unlike how you usually were when you were talking to them, he imagined you calling him sir like how you called your current boss. The bastard that made you uncomfortable with the way he leered at you, making innuendos while you tried your best to keep the conversation professional. You poor thing, don’t worry, John will teach him a lesson or two about respecting you. And yes, he was a hypocrite since he was lazily pumping his shaft under the desk as he watched you doing your job.

Simon rarely said anything about it, but out of everyone in the server, he was a constant presence with how the view count never went below one. He wasn’t picky, he liked watching you doing anything, even when you were just sleeping, he’d fuck his fist messily at the view of you being so vulnerable and oblivious before shooting his cum all over the screen with your face displayed on it. He was the one who would ping the others to notify them when you were doing something he knew they would be interested in.

Like right now.

It had been a long week, you barely had time to do your hobby. Projects after project that got you awake until two am before a quick wink of rest until you had to wake up again at five. When you were looking forward to doing something fun but then finding yourself too tired to even play your favorite game. And then you’d feel bad for neglecting your hobby as you continued to be enslaved under capitalism.

You were tired, sleep-deprived, stressed, and pent-up. At times like this, you were glad that you worked from home. You couldn’t imagine yourself not snapping at people if you work in an office with coworkers. Couldn’t even find the energy to open the server these past few days since you didn’t want to interact with anyone.

So naturally, they would miss you. Naturally, they were very excited when Simon pinged all of them in the hidden channel.

The light in your room was dimmed, but they could see your figure just fine. Panting on the bed on your back, legs spread wide with your hand between them while your other hand was clutching a pillow which you use to hide your face. 

John growled, fingers twitching as he thought of taking it off you so he could see what kind of expression you were making. Instead, he gripped Kyle’s dick as the younger man rolled his hips with the Captain bottoming out in his ass as they were both settled on the couch.

Johnny pulled away from Simon’s cock with a lewd pop. “She could fit mair than that..” he panted before Simon shoved his dick back in the scot’s mouth, gloved hand gripping at his mohawk.

His words got them zeroed in on your cunt which was stuffed with your fingers deep to your knuckles. Wet squelching noises combined with your needy whines echoed around the rec room from the cheap speakers as the stream was displayed on the wall from the projector. Johnny was right, you could take more than that. And from the way you desperately bucked your hips as you moved your fingers that fast, they could tell that you wanted to take more either.

“Does she not have a fucking toy?” Kyle groaned as he jacked off with the same tempo as your fingers as he continued to move in John’s lap.

“No” Simon responded curtly. He would know, he was the one who always kept an eye on you more than anyone else after all.

He knew you didn’t have a partner and never brought anyone home. You rarely go out and when you do, you’ll be back soon enough. A quick trip to the grocery stores or some shops, as shown by the trackers he put in your phone. Low possibility of you seeking out to anyone. Perhaps it was odd for some people but he wasn’t complaining, because he was only willing to share you with the men he trusted his life with.

You rarely pleasure yourself either, which made a moment like this more special. At first, he expected you to whimper out someone’s name, a crush they didn’t know about perhaps. Fortunately, that never happened. You seem content with yourself like this, eyes closed as you focus on the way you curl your fingers and grind your palm against your clit.

But they could tell you wanted more. They agreed that you deserved more. They could give you more.

Your whole body tensed, a shudder rippled through your body as heat built in waves. Breath hitching as you gasped, soft at first before breaking into a moan, raw and unrestrained. Fingers clutching at your pillow, muscles tightening as pleasure peaked, your back arching instinctively.

A flush spread across your skin, a sheen of sweat caught the light. Eyes fluttered to a close, lips parted, as a final tremor coursed through your body before you melted into the afterglow, breathless and trembling.

Yet, your cunt still clenched around your fingers as you pulled them out, like it didn’t want to let them go, because you still wanted more. You whined, and they groaned at the expression on your face. Unsatisfied, but too tired to do anything about it.

After a moment of gathering your jumbled mind, you got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. And while they knew it was impossible, they wished you had a camera there too.

As the men chased their own pleasures, they thought to themselves about how they could help. You were physically nowhere near them at the moment, and they didn’t want to scare you by being too upfront in the server. Didn’t want you to know what they had been doing behind your back.

The next day, an onslaught of sex toy ads kept popping up when you turned on your PC. It obviously pissed you off at first (especially with how one appeared when you share your screen during a work meeting), but eventually it made you consider getting one. And if you got a transfer to your bank account in the same amount you spent on it right after, if you received four dildos instead of one, they totally had nothing to do with it. Nope, they totally didn’t send you the exact copies of their cocks.

Next (soon)

A/N: I remember someone saying 'How are you gonna get a guy if you never leave your house' and this is my answer to that also, this series was supposed to be fun silly online friends story, so idk what happened here, I swear the story wrote itself I had nothing to do with it

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[softnsquishable]

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[simplygojo]

Under the Desk ⸺ Nanami

author's note ⸺ I may or may not have a crush on the handsome senior consultant on my team...so what. pairing ⸺ Kento Nanami x reader teaser ⸺ "It should have told you that eventually, you’d end up here: bent over his desk, legs spread wide for your mentor, who was more than happy to show you the ropes in a way that had nothing to do with consulting." content ⸺ 18+ SMUT, MDNI, hot office nanami, age gap implied, lowkey perv nanami, office siren vibessss, oral sex (reader recv.), reader got that WAP, reader has a vagina, reader uses female pronouns

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Kento Nanami didn’t particularly enjoy training new hires—especially the ones who were on a short contract like you were. They were often overzealous, unpolished, and too eager to prove themselves. But when you walked in on your first day, something in him shifted.

Nanami wasn’t proud of the thoughts that crossed his mind when you walked into the office on your first day—He blamed that little skirt. Too tight, too short, hugging your hips in a way that wasn’t at all appropriate for a junior consultant. And yet, it wasn’t the skirt’s fault he couldn’t stop staring.

He cleared his throat and looked away. 

This wasn’t him. He wasn’t that guy—the type to ogle a junior or let his mind wander to places it had no business going. 

You were new, eager to learn, and assigned to him as your mentor because of his reputation for professionalism. And so, despite his initial lapse in judgment, he resolved to keep his thoughts in check.

But you didn’t make it easy.

You had this way about you—bright-eyed and ambitious, always so eager to please. Every time you asked him a question, you’d lean in, wide-eyed and genuinely curious, your voice sweet and lilting. When you listened, you bit your lip in concentration, nodding along like his every word was gospel.

Nanami told himself he was imagining it, that you weren’t actually flirting with him. You were just... enthusiastic. 

But then there were the moments that felt too deliberate to ignore. Like the time you stayed after hours, your blazer draped over the back of your chair, leaving only the silky blouse underneath. It wasn’t see-through exactly, but in the low light of the office, he could see the faint outline of your bra.

He forced himself to look at his monitor, jaw tight, and tried to focus on the report in front of him. “Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath. This was a slippery slope, and he wasn’t about to fall.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Things escalated when you suggested the coffee chats. You’d said it so innocently, wanting to hear more about the job and his career path, but Nanami hesitated. 

Alone. With you. Outside of the office. It wasn’t a good idea.

Still, he agreed. He convinced himself it was harmless, part of his role as a mentor.

The first coffee chat was fine. He kept things strictly professional, answering your questions about client strategies and work-life balance. But then you started showing up in skirts shorter than usual, leaning forward a little too much when you laughed.

Your questions turned more personal—how he handled stress, what he did to unwind, if he’d always been this... dedicated.

He noticed your eyes drifting, lingering on his hands as he stirred his coffee, on the way his shirt sleeves strained against his forearms. And you—you—must have noticed the way his gaze followed the curve of your legs as you crossed them.

By the third ‘coffee chat’, Nanami couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He wanted you. Desperately.

He told himself it was harmless, that he could keep it professional even as his thoughts grew more explicit. But then came the late nights in his office. You’d stay back, asking for feedback on your work, standing close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off you.

“Thank you for your help, Nanami,” you said one night, looking up at him through your lashes.

He nodded stiffly, stepping back to create space between you. “It’s my job,” he replied, his voice gruffer than he intended.

He should have stopped it there. Should have set boundaries. But he didn’t.

All of this—the coffee chats, the lingering looks, the late nights—should have been a warning. 

It should have told you that eventually, you’d end up here: bent over his desk, legs spread wide for your mentor, who was more than happy to show you the ropes in a way that had nothing to do with consulting.

Nanami hadn’t intended to go this far. Truly, he hadn’t. But the moment your trembling voice broke into soft, pleading whimpers, any sense of guilt burst.

His mouth found its way to places he’d only imagined in quiet, shameful moments—places that had haunted his late nights and unguarded thoughts.

The slickness of your pretty pink folds coated his lips and chin, shining faintly in the dim light of his office. His name spilled from your mouth like a prayer, broken and reverent, as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Nanami knew he was losing control. Knew he’d already crossed every line imaginable. But when he felt your thighs quiver on either side of his head, your fingers tugging helplessly at his hair, he could not have cared any less.

All of this—the coffee chats, the late nights, the way your body had grown so eager for his attention—should have given you an indicator—should have told you that you'd end up like this…breathless and undone in his office, his mouth working you open, claiming you in ways you couldn't have imagined.

And that, dear reader, is the story of how you were secured a permanent contract.

[lemonlover1110]

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji loves the cookie dough a little too much.

Warnings: Fluff

*This is for my secret santa in my server🫶 they specifically put down toji for the character they'd like so i was in luck🙂‍↕️

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“Stop eating the cookie dough!” You scold Toji as he sneaks some of the dough. It wouldn’t matter if it was only a little bit, but you’re not sure that you’ll end up with cookies at this rate. 

“You can’t blame me– Itssogood.” He responds with a mouthful of cookie dough, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known Toji had something up his sleeve when he offered to do something– Toji never offers to help out.

“They’re for Santa! Megumi is going to be upset if he only sees one cookie for Santa.” You slap his hand away when Toji reaches for more. Toji whines, rubbing the spot that your hand just hit as if it actually hurt. 

“I’m Santa anyway. If I want to eat them now then–” He begins but you shush him before he can say another word. You know that Megumi has very big ears whenever it’s convenient. The last thing you need is to explain to him that Santa is not in fact some random guy that leaves presents, but his father.

You’re looking around the place, looking for traces of the little guy, and Toji takes the opportunity to sneak some of the dough. You look back at Toji, seeing a devilish smirk on his face as he slowly chews.

“I hope you get salmonella.” You tell him, and a frown comes to his face. He sticks his tongue out at you before walking away.

“Guess my help is not needed then.” He says, as if you were in dire need of him. He joined you in the kitchen unprompted, and started eating your hard work as if it were nothing.

“It never was.” You respond, and he scoffs. You decide to not tell him anything else, opting out of some more bickering. Instead, you’ll just make some more cookie dough. 

You turn your back to the bowl, going to the pantry to grab the sugars and flours again. You should’ve known better than to do that when Toji’s nearby. When you turn around, the bowl is gone, and so is Toji.

“Toji, this isn’t funny!” You yell before sighing. You dust off your hands on your apron before walking away from the kitchen and beginning the search for your husband. How can a man his size be so sneaky?

You begin in the living room, then go to your bedroom, until you end up in Megumi’s bedroom. The child is guarding the closet, immediately giving away his father’s hiding spot.

“Come here, Toji, Toji, Toji.” You call out as you walk to the closet. You take slow steps that make Megumi tremble in fear. You smile at the child when you’re in front of him, telling him, “Move out of the way.”

“Santa’s not coming if you open the closet.” Megumi repeats the threat that his father used, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, Megumi, Santa’s not coming if your daddy eats all the cookie dough.” You respond, which makes the child’s eyes well up with tears. He isn’t sure what to do, he’s only five… This is a hard decision to make. Should he listen to you or his father? He just wants new toys, he shouldn’t be put through this.

In the end, Megumi steps aside, letting you open the closet. You slowly open the door that makes you see Toji in a completely different light.

“It’s not that good.” You say as you snatch the bowl out of the man’s strong hands. Toji glares at the little snitch that’s next to you before looking at you.

“Leavemealone!” He has a mouthful of it in his mouth. Toji is not the type to care for sweets, so this is weird for you.

“Get out of there, Toji. How the hell did you even fit in there?” You question, and Toji rolls his eyes. 

“Life finds a way.” Toji responds as he attempts to get out of the tiny closet. He won’t lie, getting in was much easier than pulling out– It’s not the first time in his life it happens, it’s how he ended up with Megumi and how you had a pregnancy scare last week. But he’ll find a way.

“Do you want a batch, baby?” You question, and Toji nods as he struggles to get out. “See, all you had to do was ask.”

“Why didn’t you offer since the beginning?”

“Why would I?” You respond, and he clicks his tongue. He falls on his ass in the closet, and he can almost cry. He’s hit rock bottom, and all because of some cookie dough. You’re trying not to laugh as you watch him. Instead, you choose to be helpful by asking, “You need me to call the fire department?”

“Life finds a way.” He repeats.

“Yeah, let me call the fire department.”

[yanadolls]

PASSIONATE FROM MILES AWAY ⊹ ࣪ ˖

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM READER

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ exchanged nudes, phone sex, video sex, petnames (good girl, angel, sweet girl), cursing, praising, fingering

||| SUMMARY: you've been in an online relationship with nagi for two years, and after today's long soccer game, what better way to spend his night then calling with his cute girlfriend?

you groaned as you curled up in your bed, alone in your apartment. you kept checking discord to see if your boyfriend nagi had come online yet, and checking imessages to see if he read any of your texts.

nothing.

"ugh!"

just as you were about to send a complaint to your best friend about how long your boyfriend was taking to come back from his game, which ended an hour and a half ago, a sudden notification that lit up your screen had your heart leaping with joy.

sei: hi baby :x

excitedly, you immediately clicked on the notification, happy that your lover was finally back. once you were in chat, you clicked on the phone icon and started up a call with nagi, to which he accepted within the first ring. his sleepy yet slightly rough voice made a smile come to your lips, falling back against your mattress as your phone laid in your hand idly. it was difficult sometimes for the both of you since you had been dating online when you both were reliant on touch, but the hope of someday meeting up and living together made it all the more worth it. after all, you both were in your 20s, so soon enough you would be in a physical relationship, right?

"hi baby!" you said with an obvious amount of elation in your voice. it made even the nonchalant nagi smile- you were so cute.

"hi, sweet girl." he yawned, "did you watch my game? i scored a goal for you even though it was kind of a hassle showing off.."

so lazy all the time, wasnt he? it only added to his charm, you thought. of course you had seen his game, and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot running around the field, sweat clinging to his forehead and muscles.

"of course i did. you played amazing, sei... missed you so much while you were gone, though."

"missed you, too."

there was a silence over the phone for a moment, before shuffling could be heard on nagi's side, and a sigh leaving his lips. his voice was a bit more lower as he spoke.

"can you send me nudes?"

the sudden question had you almost choking on air, a heat rushing to both your cheeks and in between your legs. he was as blunt as ever, and it flustered you.

"s-seishiro! you can't just..ask that so suddenly!"

the pout on his face could practically be heard through the microphone.

"can't i? we're dating and it's not like i haven't seen you naked before.."

"that's not the point!"

"please, angel...need to see your pretty pussy so badly. won't you reward me for winning my game today?"

a tension started forming over the phone as you felt your breathing labor a bit, plushy thighs clenching together at what thoughts could be going through your sweet boyfriend's mind. his words made a knot form in your stomach, and your decision was easily made.

"fine..okay. i'll send you something.. as long as you send something in return?"

"good girl." he hummed, "and anything for you."

you opened up your private snaps that you had taken a couple days ago for nagi, cringing a bit at the lewd photos. in one of them it was a mirror selfie of you sitting on the edge of your bed in a cute pair of lingerie, while the other two photos were your fingers playing with your clit. you saved the three photos again before selecting them to send to nagi, a shaky sigh of embarrassment leaving your lips before you hit sent. when the photos loaded, a groan was picked up on your boyfriend's end.

"fuck.. you're so sexy, baby. why do you have to be so far from me? 's such a hassle beating my dick when you could be here doing it for me."

your lip trembled at his words, hand snaking down to gently rub your clit through your already dampening panties. you could hear nagi breathing heavily on his side, his large hand fumbling to tug down his shorts and pull out his hardening cock, giving it lazy tugs.

"too lazy to send a pic..lemme just turn on my camera."

as promised, only a couple seconds later his camera began loading, and you were greeted with the delicious sight of his thick cock being stroked slowly up and down. it made your mouth and pussy water. it simply wasn't fair how fucking huge nagi was, and he didn't even realize how much of a flex it was either!

"s-shit, sei.. y'so big.."

you could see his dick twitch a bit at your words, his hand pumping his huge dick a bit faster. being an egoist at the end of the day, your words did wonders to his pride.

"turn on your camera, please. wanna see your pretty face and body in real time."

forgetting your initial embarrassment, you tapped the button to turn on your camera, giving him a small flustered smile before flipping the camera to aim at your bare thighs, cute lacey panties tugged to the side. nagi moaned lowly at the sight.

"take it off fully. be a good girl and fuck yourself for me."

only you got to see this side of nagi- horny, passionate, and needy. your eyes stayed glued on his own camera as your thighs trembled, sliding your panties off before parting more for him to see. your free hand went down to rub your nub, then you slid your dainty fingers between your pussy's lips, collecting your own juices. nagi hummed.

"such a beautiful girl you are. wish you were here right now, would fuck you so good.."

"s-sei.. please.. want that so bad. need you to fuck me.."

two fingers dipped into your hole as a soft moan left your lips, focus faltering for a moment before bringing your attention back to see that nagi was already leaking with precum.

"fuuuck.. such a hassle being online.. m'gonna fly you out next week. give you the time of your life."

you couldn't tell if the lazy soccer player was just saying that in a moment of heat, or if he genuinely meant it. either way, your fingers moved faster, walls clenching around them at the mere thought of being pounded by your taller, stronger boyfriend. as nagi continued whispering more praises and dirty things, you felt yourself nearing release and with the way the white haired boy was breathing a bit faster, it was obvious he was gonna cum soon as well.

"ah..sei! gonna, ahh.. gonna cum!"

"me too, angel. ugh..gimme a show, baby. cum for me."

you didn't need to be told twice. at his desperate, low words, the knot in your stomach tightened, and with a loud moan you came down on your fingers, gushing all over them. nagi quickly followed after, nutting in a tissue he lazily reached out and grabbed. after a moment of catching your breathes, your cameras came off and nagi spoke softly, out of breath.

"..mean it, baby. i'm gonna fly you out next week. need you by my side too badly.. wanna cuddle and kiss you."

a tired smile came to your lips as your highs wore out.

"i'm so excited to finally see you, love. it'll be the best day of my life."

despite what others may say about nagi seishiro, he was a sweet boyfriend to you and always stuck by his word. after a bit of cleaning up and a small conversation, you both fell asleep easy on the phone. you made sure to set a reminder to pack your bags in the next couple days, as well <3

AN: first time writing LOL i couldn't stop giggling, hope u enjoy though ♡ edit: part 2 is up! check my page for it

[askagamedev]

Thoughts on the Bioware restructuration/lay-offs?

I've long said that any AAA game studio, no matter how strong, is always 2-3 flops in a row away from closure. Bioware did very well with Inquisition, but Mass Effect Andromeda and Anthem's sequential failures resulted in DA4 being their make-or-break release.

One factor was that 2024 was the first full year since 2012 that Bioware didn't have SWTOR on their books anymore - SWTOR went over to Broadsword in late 2023. For the past decade, all of the money earned by SWTOR (which is significant, the game isn't growing but it does more than earn its keep) was considered in Bioware's accounting. That sizable income helps offset the money being burned in other areas like ME:A, Anthem, ongoing DA4 efforts, and other internal projects (like the many failed KOTOR 3 pitches) to the accountants and executives. Without SWTOR to inject additional cash over the year, the Veilguard costs look a lot worse to the money people.

DA4 itself was a bit of a mess during development too. The development of the project that eventually became Veilguard was actually restarted at least twice - they were already working on preproduction for DA4 as of late 2015. The process was long and arduous, and the finished game was... mid? It wasn't underwhelming, it wasn't overwhelming, it was just... whelming. Veilguard also made the somewhat controversial choice to hang everything on sales and not go with post-launch DLC to help monetize further. This gamble really did not pay off. Veilguard missed its sales target by 50%, which was the third nail in the coffin. Each of these failures seems to follow the same pattern - significant dev time spent going in circles because the leadership can't commit to core elements of the game, resulting in something thrown together at the end in order to ship something.

As a result of these issues, the Sword of Damocles that dangles above every studio fell on Bioware. While Bioware remains as a label and the next Mass Effect game continues development, Bioware as a studio is no longer a stand-alone entity capable of building a full game from start to finish like it used to be. Bioware is likely no longer going to have as much of a cohesive identity like it used to - it will be a label more than anything else. If Mass Effect gets a green light for full production, they'll likely have to "borrow" a bunch of floating developers from EA's other studios to build it out, then disperse those borrowed devs to other EA projects once it ships and leave a small team to incubate the next "Bioware" project, at least until they can get two sequential big hits again and warrant a larger injection of funding to start growing again.

My heart really goes out to all of those who are affected by this - the Veilguard devs were really behind the 8 ball when they started and the current economic situation in video games isn't good. I hope that they're able to find something soon, hopefully at a studio that makes better high level leadership decisions.

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Hii!! I loved your fics !! Can you do a jealousy plot?lando saw a hickey on reader’s neck and can’t wait to mark her his ?? Idk you’re the expert .

A thin crust pizza with red sauce. basil, ham, broccoli, roasted mashroom buratta and shallots for toppings and sparkling water and red bull on the side !!! Served by lando

This is my order. Hope it’s not too big. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" sparkling water spitting red bull hickeys dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Verstappen! reader

TW - multiple orgasms, jealous! lando, rough sex, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, spitting, hickeys, bite marks, cream pie

WC 1700+

Y/N POV

"Y/N," Lando calls my name with a boyish giddiness laced in his voice making me whip my head towards him with a smile. I was walking the streets of Monaco wasting time until my date later when Lando saw me.

"Hi Lando! How have you been?" I ask with the same joy in my voice.

"Good, and you?" Lando asks while pulling me in for a hug.

Lando and I had met when he got into Formula 1, and have been close since than.

"Good! Officially done with all of my schooling so I'm taking a break for a bit and gonna travel with Max the rest of the season" I tell him softly with a smile.

"Good to know I'll have someone to bother," Lando says with a smirk making me laugh and shake my head.

"I have to go but it was good to see you! We'll plan something before Austin," I tell him before starting to walk away.

I spend the rest of my night on a date with a guy who was completely a dud. The date itself went really well I even going back with him to his place. I quickly realized I hated everything about him leaving shortly after arriving.

I didn't realize grown men could still be terrible kissers.

When I get back to Max's apartment I find Max on the sim making me walk towards it and watch him from over his shoulder.

"How was your date?" Max asks softly when he hears me behind him.

"absolutely terrible," I reply back quickly before adding, "Okay the date was okay but he was the worst fucking kisser ever. I just came from his apartment."

I watch Max's face upturn at the mention of me going home with a man making me laugh softly.

"Are you streaming?" I ask Max softly making him shake his head.

"No, I'm on a discord call with a few of the boys," Max tells me making me nod my head and smile.

"Hi guys," I say while waving before leaving the room and into my room Max is letting me stay in while I figure out what I want to do next.

When I get into my room I open my phone to see that Lando had texted me.

Once I finish texting Lando I slowly climb out of bed and change into a different sun dress before heading out of my room and slowly passing Max making him look at me with a raised brow.

"Where are you going?" Max asks softly making me look up at him.

"I'm gonna go see Lando, he didn't realize I was back in town," I tell Max softly lying through my teeth before heading out the door and up the elevator to where Lando's apartment was.

When I got there I knocked softly making Lando open the door he instantly pulled me into his arms and placed his mouth on mine before the door was even closed behind us.

With the door now closed Lando pushes me against the door before he starts grabbing at my tits with his large hands making me moan out softly.

"I see you changed just for me," Lando says while pulling back and smirking at the dress before his face twists in disgust when he spots the soft purple mark forming on my skin.

"Couldn't even give you a mark worth sporting," Lando says while leaning down and sucking a darker mark in the same spot making me gasp at the feeling.

"Had to replace his with mine," Lando says with a smirk making me roll my eyes at the petty man in front of me.

"You're quite possessive for someone who has always claimed we are nothing more than friends," I say with a smirk making Lando roll his eyes.

"Whatever, you know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly," Lando says before leaning back down to my neck and placing soft wet kisses along my skin before he starts biting down with his teeth leaving teeth marks all along my skin before he starts sucking more hickeys along my skin marking me up for him.

"Fuck you look pretty like this," Lando groaned while tracing one of the marks he had just left on me.

"Lando," I whine out needing more than just us standing in the doorway letting Lando mark up my skin.

Lando takes the hint and easily picks me up into his arms letting my legs wrap around his waist as I pull him in for a kiss while he brings us into his bedroom where he gently drops me onto the bed and pushes my dress up to reveal the pathetic piece of cloth I called a thong.

"Fucking hell, how are you already drenched?" Lando groans while tracing the little wet spot that had formed from how soaked pussy.

"You, Lan," I gasp out when Lando used a bit more pleasure on my clit making me whimper slightly at the feeling. Lando leans down close to my pussy before spitting directly onto where my clit is before he smears his spit into my thong adding to the wetness.

"Fuck," I gasp finally registering what Lando was doing. I can feel his spit mixing with my slick making me whimper at the feeling.

Lando leans down and I assume he's finally gonna give me what I need but instead he starts kissing my thighs before biting down and leaving some of his harsh teeth marks all around my inner thighs making me whimper at the feeling.

I can feel Lando start sucking leaving some hickeys on my inner thighs.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you," Lando says groaning making me look down to see the deep purple marks littering my skin while also noticing some teeeth marks making me look up at Lando with a raised brow. He only smirked back before he's gripping at my panties and pulled them down my thighs leaving the cool air to graze my soaked pussy.

"lan, please," I beg while lifting my hips up trying to get some kind of stimulation.

"Needy little thing," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and finally licking a strip up from my drenched hole to my throbbing clit making me whimper when Lando sits back up and leans over my face before roughly gripping onto my jaw opening my mouth before he spits dirrectly into my mouth letting the taste of my pussy and Lando's spit mingle in my mouth a bit before swallowing with a moan.

"Fuck, you're a perfect little whore," lando says leaning back down to place a kiss on my lips before moving down to my pussy once again where he starts eating me out like a starved man.

"Oh Lan!" I whimper feeling Lando roughly shove two fingers deep into my pussy.

I knew I wasn't gonna l;ast long with the way that Lando was attacking my pussy making me whim per when my orgasm starts building almost instant;ly.

"Fuck, I always forget how easy it is for me to make you cum. Made just for me huh?" Lando groans against my pussy making me scream out and start cumming all over Lando's face and fingers. Lando helps me ride my orgasm out but never once slows down making me whimper when the overstimulation takes affect.

"You can take it," Lando roughly tells me while speeding his fingers up faster knowing he could easily throw me into another orgasm.

"Lan," I cry out again when I can feel myself building to another orgasm making me whimper loudly.

"Come on. Cum for me," Lando groans against my pussy while focussing his fingers on my G-spot making me scream out as I fall over the edge into another overwhelming orgasm.

"Fuck, such a good girl," Lando groans still attacking my pussy with his fingers before slipping them out and quickly stripping his clothes off before quickly shoving his large cock into my overstimulated pussy making me cum almost instantly on his cock.

"Oh wow," Lando teases when he feels my pussy clenching in another orgasm.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another," Lando teases making me whimper at his teasing. Lando hold still while I relax around him before he starts rocking his hips letting me get used to the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck, my favorite pussy to be buried in," Lando groans when he starts picking up his thrusts so he's fucking into my pussy at a brutal pace.

"Oh my God," I groan out feeling tears start to brim my eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure is becoming.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Lando groans making me look down to see the bulge that keeps reappearing every time Lando fucks into my pussy.

"Fuck," I moan out while I bring my hand down to feel the bump keep reappearing.

"Push down on it," Lando grunts out making me slightly press down gasping almost instantly with wide eyes.

"Oh Lan," I moan making Lando smirk while still fucking into my abused pussy.

"Fuck, I'm close," Lando groans speeding up making me feel my fourth orgasm of the night start to build rapidly.

"Cum for me," Lando groans making me scream and grip onto Lando's back digging my nails into his skin sure to leave marks in the morning as I start summing all over Lando's cock as he follows closely behind cumming deep into my pussy. I can feel Lando's cum splashing my walls making me whimper at the feeling.

When Lando slips out of my pussy he groans when he spots his cum leaking from ym gaping pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and kissing my forehead as he lays next to me pussy me into his chest for a cuddle.

"Can't believe you were jealous," I saw with a smirk making Lando scoff and pull me in tighter.

"Just let me make you mine," Lando says making me smile.

"Deal, but you get to break the news to Max," I say with a smirk making Lando groan.

"If it means I get you all to myself, then fine," Lando says before pulling me in for a quick kiss, before getting out of bed and grabbing a rag to clean us up.

[jichanxo]

how it started:

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“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫”

“Babe, you want a sandwich?” You asked your boyfriend, 𝐑𝐢𝐧, who was too engrossed in watching playbacks of his last game; going over what he could’ve done better, etc. You peeked your head to the side, “Babe?”

Nothing.

You sighed and made him a sandwich anyways, leaving it on the counter. You walked over and sat next to him on the couch; your eyes moving back and forth from him, to the tv, then back to him. “That was a good shot.” You said, hoping to at least get him to say something. “Mhm.” Was all he said. Better than nothing, but still. You sat there for another minute or so, before deciding to get up. “Where are you going?” He suddenly asked, eyes still glued to the tv. “You’re busy.” “Shut up. Sit.” He said in his usual cold tone. You raised a brow, but did as he said and sat back down. “Closer.” He ordered, patting his lap. You didn’t protest, scooting closer and slinging your legs over his lap. He placed his hands on your thighs, his focus still on the tv. You leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, then moved to rest your arm on the back of the couch; casually playing with the ends of his hair and turning to watch the game. Rin finally glanced at you, “Now you’re just being clingy.” He said, a hint of a playful tone laced within his cold demeanor. Your eye twitched at his words. “Ha?!?! You literally just told me to sit closer???” He lets out a sliver of a chuckle in response to your reaction. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to… do all that.” He waves his hand around, leaning a bit closer to you. Rin squeezed your thigh ever so slightly; not enough for you to notice. You scoffed, frowning. “Fine then. No more kisses for you I guess.” Rin blinked a few times at your statement. “Oh really? No more kisses? That’s fine, I’ll live.”

Asdfghjkl you’re gonna choke this guy.

Even though he’s saying these things, Rin’s grip on your thigh had tightened more than before. He then leaned in even closer and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his breath slightly tickling your skin. “Tch. Clingy my ass.” You grumbled, turning to look back at the tv. He pressed his face a bit more into your neck before he spoke once again, his voice muffled. “You know damn well that… I am… with you...” If only you could see the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks right now. He then took a deep inhale, savoring the scent of your hair. “Hmph. I guess you do love me.” You said sarcastically. “Unfortunately, I do.” He muttered, tilting his head back to look at you with a cold, hard stare for a moment before it softened up. “Of course I love you, dumbass.” He said, his voice low. He sat back up straight and wrapped an arm around you. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you returned your attention to the tv.

Rin wasn’t really the best at expressing his feelings, and you made your peace with that. Asking you to be his girlfriend was a complete shock to you and everyone else that knew him. To be frank, you didn’t even know he liked you like that. No one would’ve ever guessed. What more, when a few months into the relationship, he practically demanded that you keep a toothbrush and a few clothes at his apartment. “Just so you don’t waste anymore of our time going back and forth.” He used as an excuse.

“Hey… you said something about a sandwich earlier, right?” He asks, breaking the silence a couple minutes later. “Yeah.” “Did you toast it? To melt the cheese and shit.” He asks, running his hand up and down your back.

“Yeah… but it’s probably lukewarm now.”

“Don’t you fucking start.”

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The Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424

CLC/Kep1er Choi Yujin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, older girl, undisclosed age gap (nothing creepy tho), soft dom Yujin, titsucking, nursing handjob, cowgirl, creampie, breeding, overstimulation a lil bit

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: discordant waltz chapter alr planned out dw i just wanted to switch things up a lil, this was a blast to write :D 

“Hey, so good to see you! Come in!” 

You take off your shoes and Yujin pulls you in for a hug. The aroma of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies fills your nostrils and sends your stomach growling. 

“Hi, Noona. It's great to see you again.” You back away from the hug, but Yujin keeps you within arm's length with her dainty hands on your shoulders. You admire her simple yet adorable outfit, which only compliments her bright personality.

“Take a seat, cookies are still cooling down but dinner is ready!” 

She plops you down at the dining table and sets your plate and silverware. While she buzzes from cupboard to table and back, you draw your eyes from one tiny dish to the next. Kimchi, lettuce leaves, cheese cubes, the works. At the center of the table is a small grill, with a pan sitting on top and evidently expensive cuts of beef like what they go crazy for in variety shows sizzling enticingly. 

You keep from drooling at the last second at the feast before you, and you manage to choke out, “Wow, are we expecting more people, Noona? This looks delicious.”

“No, just the two of us,” Yujin says cheerfully as she places your chopsticks at the right side of your plate. “Too much?”

“Way too much! You really pamper me whenever I come by. Thanks, Yujin-noona.” 

She chuckles cutely while covering her mouth with a finger. “You visit too rarely for a neighbor. Come by more often and I can tone down the food, okay?” 

She takes her seat next to you and squeezes your hand. Skillfully and quickly, she picks up a piece of beef from the pan, a leaf of lettuce, just the right amount of kimchi, a leaf of perilla, and finally a cube of cheese. She presents you with the expertly made wrap and brings it to your mouth, saying “Ahhh.”

~~~

She sets the plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of you as you offer her the other half of the blanket. She joins you on the couch and shuffles right up to you, placing her head on your shoulder and bringing your arm around her. 

The movie starts playing and the necessary studio intro clips crescendo onto the screen. “This is one of my favorites. You'll love it too.” She snuggles more comfortably into your side and sighs a breath of relaxation. Squeeze her shoulder, tell her wordlessly that you're excited to love this movie as well.

~~~

You come to, and groggily you look around. It's of little help, as the TV shut itself off sometime ago and the lights are all out. You feel a shifting weight beside you and your face suddenly fills with a scratchy texture and the sweetest scent you've probably ever smelled in your life, no doubt a faceful of your neighbor’s hair. 

“Yujin-noona, wake up. We fell asleep and the movie's over.” 

You try to shake her awake gently, and it works. Yujin sits up slowly and tries checking the time on her phone. After the initial short-lived blindness, she sets it down and rubs her eyes. 

“It's late. Sleep over. No buts.” Knowing you had no choice, you submit and help her help you walk and stumble yourselves up the stairs and to her bedroom. 

She plugs a star-shaped night light into a low wall socket and the pair of you fall into the bed. You cuddle into her side this time and she graciously wraps you in her arms. The smell of her hair and her bedsheets fill your nostrils again with a calming fragrance.

However, in an act of dastardly betrayal, your brain for whatever reason thinks your sweet beloved neighbor Yujin-noona is… something more. As you take in more and more of her scent, and gaze up from her side to see the way her eyes are shut lighty and her lips are slightly parted as light snores slip through, your heart beats a different rhythm as if just now realizing and admiring the beauty that is Choi Yujin. 

“This can’t possibly be,” you think to yourself, “she’s my neighbor and very close friend. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.” You continue to fight down your subconscious feelings from bubbling up into your conscious mind, but the fullness of your tummy and the comfiness of the way you’re in bed with her prove it a challenge. 

“Something wrong? What are you thinking about?” You’re taken aback by Yujin’s sudden words. “Are you okay? Tell Yujin-noona what you need.” She rubs her eyes again and meets your gaze. In possibly the worst stroke of luck you could ever have had in this life, as she negotiates her hand back under the covers, she comes into light contact with you in the middle of you pitching a tent in your pants.

“... Oh.” is all Yujin could get out before you turn beet-red and stutter your apologies. 

“Shit, Noona, I’m so sorry! I- I should go- I’m sorry.” Your mind fills with shame at how you’ve ruined such a nice and pure friendship with your lovely neighbor. You try to stumble out from under the blanket, pushing Yujin away, but once again she places her dainty hand on your shoulder.

“Stop that right now. Come here.” Her command is mild but assertive. She lifts up the blanket to welcome you back, patting the space beside her in her bed. You sheepishly rejoin her under the fluffy covers, but before you settle, she makes another set of commands.

“This is my house, so for me to be a good host, you will tell me anything and everything you need. That includes this,” she whispers breathily, palming the growing bulge in your pants, “Most. Of. All.”

You can do nothing but whimper at her unrelenting touch. It doesn’t help that she’s already fiddling with the waistband of your underwear and wrestling it out of her way. What’s worse, your position in bed with her makes it impossible for you to look anywhere but to meet her eyes, or maybe…

“Use your words, baby boy, tell Noona exactly what you need.” An evil grin forms across her mouth, painting her features with a sinister shade of lust. 

“Noona… Could you please…” The words barely struggle out of your mouth, and even then you’re not saying anything of value. Yujin only chuckles more, covering her mouth with one finger, before prodding you incrementally yet ever closer to the edge.

“I can’t read minds, baby boy. You’re going to have to do better than that.” 

“Noona, your… your top, please. Take it off.” Wide-eyed, you watch as she grabs the piece of clothing by the hem and starts pulling up. Her belly button comes into your view as she goes on tantalizingly slowly revealing more of her creamy skin to your hungry eyes. 

The top then clears past her ribs, and she slows down ever so slightly, keeping you on the edge. You choose to relieve some of the pressure in your crotch yourself by stroking your dick to the unbelievably lewd sight, but Yujin has other plans.

“No, bad boy. Only Noona gets to play with that tonight.” In saying so, she lets go of her top, covering everything she showed you so far, to swat your hands away from masturbating. A deep sense of regret fills you, knowing that only you could be blamed for delaying your pleasure. However, Yujin seems satisfied that you learned your lesson and resumes her striptease.

She reaches a critical point in her teasing, bunching up all of the fabric so far right under her boobs. Her nipples poke through the thin fabric, and you fight the urge to just dive into her tits and ravage them to your heart’s desire. She relishes in the burning gaze you’re subjecting her to, as if getting off to being ogled by her neighbor and best friend. She grows a few shades redder in the face to match yours, but ultimately she pulls her top up past her breasts, freeing them and letting them bounce. With the top now only covering her neck and shoulders, she opts to tease you more:

“Like what you see?” she asks sultrily while winking at you. She cups each of her tits with her hands, presenting them to you, and tweaking her nipples to get them hard for you. Yujin takes her lower lip between her teeth, obviously growing more and more aroused at the thought of letting you take her right then and there.

You try to find some spit in your mouth to swallow, but it’s dry as a desert and you’re left breathless instead. You swear that you could just die right there and be happy with the life you’ve lived so far, and with how your noona is treating you, you just might actually pass.

“Baby boy, I’ll say again: Tell Noona exactly what you need.” Her top finally leaves her body and she shows herself off to you. Her fingers snake through her hair and you’re blessed with an unobstructed view of the most luscious tits you’ve ever seen. 

“I want…” You try forcing words out of your mouth again, but Yujin makes the job (and you) so extremely hard. “I want to suck your tits.”

“Not with that attitude, mister. I am your Noona and you will speak to me with respect.” She’s got you now, her deadly scold wringing your neck and cutting off what little airflow your lungs had. You’re left with no choice; submit to her will.

“Yujin-noona, please let me suck your tits, please…” Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, anticipating the imminent pleasure of her boobs on your face. It means the world to you when she places a hand behind your head and pulls you closer.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, baby boy? Say ahhh…” You follow her command and she gently pushes her left breast into your mouth. Her skin tastes delicious, and her nipple is just the right stiffness to lick and nibble and worship.

She guides you to a more comfortable position, and you find yourself laying down while Yujin is on her side, still with her boob in your mouth, while she pulls your arm towards her right boob to fondle and grope as you please. 

“Is my precious baby boy comfy?” she asks much too cutely for what she’s making you do to her. “Yesh noona, ahm conhfy…” you mutter out with your tongue still wrapped around her nipple. 

“Good boy…” she moans breathily. While you’re taking your fill of her perfect body, she makes her desires known: she wants you too. 

Yujin finds your cock again and strokes it through your pants. “Baby boy, do me a favor, would you?” Her request makes itself apparent with the way she’s reaching under your waistband, and you could do nothing but oblige and strip yourself as quickly as possible of both pants and underwear.

“My perfect baby boy…” Her tone is laced with venom as your musk reaches her nostrils. She places a fingertip on the slit of your cock and spreads your precum all over the head. “What I’d give to do to your cock what you’re doing to my tits right now…”

Her pace speeds up, and while you have half a mind to ask her to slow down, you know you have no right to ask her of that. Instead, you go for the next best thing.

“Yujin-noona,” you surrender, her breast falling out of your mouth and onto your cheek, “could you please let me fuck your pussy?”

She chuckles again, but more evilly this time. “Of course, my sweet baby boy, but you’re gonna have to follow my lead.” 

“Anything for you, Noona.”

She places you properly down onto the bed, making sure you’re comfy, and plants a kiss on your cheek. She forces you to watch, with a hand on your cheek guiding your face, as she peels off her shorts to show you more of her skin: her smooth legs, creamy thighs, and plump ass you now have the pleasure to grope as much as she’s willing to let you. She climbs on top of and straddles you, the large wet spot on her pink-and-white striped panties nearly leaking her juices onto her thighs, before she takes your hard and throbbing cock into her hands again. 

“Will you be my good baby boy, sweetheart?” She spits into her hand and rubs it all over your dick, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yes…” “Yes, what, hmm?”

“... Yes, noona, I’ll be your good baby boy…”

“Perfect, just what I wanted to hear.” She pulls her panties to the side and rubs the head of your cock against her soaked folds. The heat radiating from her sex spurs you on even more, the delayed gratification of slipping into her causing your breaths to heave. Yujin takes on sharp inhales and slow exhales as well each time she teases her clit with your head.

Deciding to finish teasing you, Yujin finally gives you what you’re craving. She sinks down slowly onto your cock, making sure to feel every single vein inside her. Her descent is slow and deliberate and you watch as more and more of your length slips past her pussy lips and into her tight cunt.

“Ffffuck, baby boy, you’re going to split me in half with a cock like this…” 

It starts to overwhelm you: the warmth from her slick, the tightness of her cunt, the clenching of her walls against your cock as if desperate for a climax as early as this. You surely want your noona like this for much longer than just a few seconds more, but you’re in absolutely no control at all.

“Baby boy, tell me if you’re close, okay?” You nod furiously, and Yujin drops herself violently onto your crotch, pushing every last inch of your cock into her cunt. “Ah, fuck! Yes, baby boy, fuck me with this thick cock of yours!”

Grab her tiny waist, feel her smooth skin, pull her up ever so slightly. Then, pull her back down onto your dick, feeling her walls clench around you so needily again. The pair of you find a rhythm, and not long after, Yujin herself bounces up and down on your shaft like a pogo stick.

“Shit, baby boy, you feel so fucking good!” She somehow finds little adjustments that push you deeper and deeper into her cunt, and in turn you hit her good spots more and more. It gets progressively more difficult to keep from creampie-ing her right then and there, but you fight for more time to receive her love.

With every thrust into her core, Yujin falters ever so slightly. You notice between her lewd moans and grunts that she’s arching forward, slowly but surely bringing her closer and closer to you. Eventually she gives up trying to stay upright, and she falls forward only to catch herself with her elbows planting deep into the mattress on either side of your head. 

“Tempting, no? Hah, hah, come on, my sweet, good baby boy, give ‘em a little suck.” Barely registering the lewd words coming out of her mouth, you take her right nipple in between your teeth. Tug respectfully, but tug hard. The sensation of your teeth on her sensitive nub drives her insane, bringing her to the heights of her pleasure, and somehow even higher still. She lets you know just how blissful she is with groans and pleas you can’t help but indulge.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me! My god, yes, please, harder,” and many more nonsense filler words spill from her mouth while you fill her cunt again and again and again. The more she rides you, the more her sweet and tight cunt leaks her juices all over her bed, causing the wet spot to make itself known to you once it grew big enough under her. At the same time, you struggle harder and harder to get your own body under control, fighting back your orgasm for just a bit more time with her like this, just a bit more.

“N- Noona, it feels so good, you feel so fucking good on my cock, Yujin-noona…” You’re completely at her mercy, and her mercy is heaven. With every bounce she makes on your cock you grow harder and hornier for her, only to be welcomed into what might be the wettest, neediest, fullest pussy in the world. You can’t get enough of her: not your cock pistoning into her cunt and poking at the entrance to her womb, not your mouth sucking and biting desperately at the flesh of her perky tits, not your hands roaming all over her body and groping every part of her you can. 

“Baby boy, you’re making Noona feel so fucking good too,” she confesses hazily, and only then you notice that her eyes are falling half–shut and her straining to keep riding you. Her thighs are jiggling with her trembling core, and you figure out that she’s been spraying her girlcum all over your crotch for who knows how long now. 

Her pussy only serves your cock so much better now, wetter and slicker and definitely tighter with how her pussy refuses to let you go. The feeling of her hips convulsing against you almost nearly pushes you over the edge yourself, you’re trying so hard to hold off, but she’s so cute and caring, and she’s so fucking hot…

“Noona, I- I’m so fucking close, Noona!” But Yujin is long gone, lost in her continuous orgasm, doomed to keep leaking from her cunt and mouth and riding you without her better judgment to stop. Wherever Yujin is in the confines of her mind must be drowning in pleasure to keep fucking herself on you like this.

You’re gone too, as even though you know it wouldn’t be that hard to pull her tight body off you yourself, you’re completely in love with the idea of cumming just like this. Your cock buried deep inside your friendly neighbor Choi Yujin, who fed you, hung out with you, treated you like a real brother, only to take advantage of her dazed state of mind to paint her velvet walls white with your cum, filling her to the brim with your baby-making seed, subjecting her to the motherhood of your child…

“Baby boy, do it, shoot all of it inside, sweetheart. Fill Noona up. It’s okay.” On primal instinct, you let out a low growl and grip her ass roughly. Only now do you notice how much she was moaning loudly right into your ear, tinnitus ringing a high-pitched and dizzying tone that wouldn’t stop. Your arms and legs burn with how hard and fast you’re manhandling Yujin’s body, fucking her like a wild animal that knew nothing but sex. She hasn’t stopped orgasming, you feel her slick spread more over your crotch. Her elbows finally give out and she collapses onto you, fully vulnerable to you.

“I’m Noona’s good baby boy” is your last thought before your orgasm takes over your mind. Thrust deeper than ever into her core, shoot your seed straight into her womb. Her strained voice makes one final effort to scream her earth-shattering ecstasy as each spurt of your spunk shoves itself into her, eventually forcing her cunt to leak both her and your cum out in globs. You even lose yourself in the throes of pleasure and forget that you might be hurting her; all you need to know is that her body is yours to use and breed as you like. Keep pistoning into her all the while your cock sprays your love deep into her fertile body, one spurt, two, three, five, eight, eleven, before you lose count and just focus on feeling good with your cute and caring noona. 

Once the world stops spinning and calms down, you find yourself dizzy and gasping for air through a dry-as-a-desert mouth. With fatigue plaguing every part of your body, you can’t even find the strength to get into a less uncomfortable position. Your eyes try to drift lazily across the ceiling, getting your bearings, but Yujin has one last command for you.

“My sweet baby boy, you did so well for Noona. Get your rest, baby.” She places her hand on your eyes, pushing them shut. She keeps her hand there, making sure you don’t open your eyes again while you feel her lips planting kisses on your face, trailing a line from your cheek to your neck. Finally, she licks and then nibbles your lower lip lightly, rewarding you for doing such a good job. 

“B-but what about the mess? And you might get preg–” “Shush now, let Noona worry about that, okay? Sweet dreams, baby boy.”

You stand no chance against her; your fatigue takes over your body and the calmness of the air lulls you into a sense of serenity. As the final nail in the coffin, Yujin refuses to get off of you despite your best attempts at pulling out and pushing her off. Without even realizing it, you fall deep asleep amidst her comforting weight, tender kisses, and soft coos.

~~~

a/n: i went into this fic blind actually. only when I was about half done did I think to check if yujin was actually good at cooking at all but turns out shes not :/

[moonsaver]

You were his sister's enemy.

Well, he rather assumes it.

Robin defends you whenever he scorns at you, and simply mentions you as someone who just has trouble communicating. Sunday, on the other hand, does not take to your mannerisms politely. Although distance and discord within branches of The Family have long shifted his attention from his sister and their once joint dream, it doesn't mean his protectiveness of it has vanished.

Your singing was nowhere near as perfect as his sister's, he believes. Robin defends you, saying you're great in your own way, and both of you have different styles of singing. He comments on your more mature look with disdain, thinly admonishing it as vulgar, while Robin tries to convince him you just work under a sultry concept. Everything you did, it was never as good as Robin's, and whenever even a single track of yours threatened Robin's on the chart, Sunday would be displeased. According to him, you were competing for fame with Robin, and even the audacity of you to go such lengths was disdainful.

Robin, however, has been trying to convince Sunday to be on better terms with her lover.

He isn't exactly unnoticing of Robin's new lipstick that's in a different shade than what she'd normally wear. A new perfume that's oddly charming, but expensive, not exactly what he sees her picking out. Hair accessories that he's never seen in her drawers, nail polish he's never seen her wear before, a new fresh change to her voice that's making it livelier as of late, which is suspicious, considering all of this takes place simultaneously after she leaves your room.

It's not long until Sunday manages to get a quiet moment with you. Confrontation isn't foreign to him, and neither are implied, cordial threats that are already schemed within the front of his mind as he gently turns the handle to your door.

You greet him politely, as expected, and both of you get talking. He gauges you out, asking you specific and roundabout questions, eyes scrutinizing the familiar color of nail polish on your fingers that were once on Robin's, the half-used bottle of perfume thats slightly peeking out of the poorly hidden drawer which he's sure is something Robin would pick, the glossy, sticky tissue which he assumes you used to wipe off some sheer gloss, which you obviously don't wear.

He's hostile, and he doesn't quite hide it. Warning, teetering on edge, observing and calculating his next question and your responses with every second. But alas, he finally leaves you alone, and silently takes his leave.

-

Sunday hates you. And that is a hill he will surely die on.

Or rather.. what else would you call this ugly, seething feeling inside his chest?

Seeing your eyes soften, your smile quirk up on your usually stoic face, your lazy, languid hands finding their usually hiding spot, tucked onto Robin's waist.

It makes him seethe seeing you do those things with his sister.

Or really, anything you do.

The laugh you share with an overly friendly employee, the side glance, silent communication with some of your audio-managing team, the playful pinching of your cheeks by another singer that's far too comfortable with you.

Your actions are.. despicable. Sure they are. And he starts questioning just why. He deludes himself with any reason that is clearly beyond rationale, and barely constrains a scoff when you try and ask him about his dampened mood.

Of course, he should find them despicable when they're done to him, too. But he doesn't.

And it's even more infuriating. He smiles softly and laughs at some of your words, playfully bumps you from time to time, and chuckles when you return the favor. He feels special when you make certain eye gestures, remember a few inside jokes, and wink at him to keep them a secret. And once he returns to his solitary confinement, it dawns on him, and he should be grinding his teeth to dust from the absolute fury you supposedly induce in him.

But he doesn't.

He's only left with a light feeling in his heart, which slightly, mournfully dampens when he sees you do the same with Robin.

They've shared a dream once. Surely, they can share a love, too?