#uhhh doesn’t matter gonna tag it with

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Small edit to Janus’ TH ref

[saccharinesatoru]

You're not scared... are ya? (m)

Pairing: non-sorcerer Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru x reader (afab)

Genre: Ghostface/Halloween  + Smut

Word count: 7k

Summary: You’ve always loved Halloween. But this year, you and your boyfriend, Suguru, are planning something a little spookier than usual… Who doesn’t love a good scare? You have to get in the Halloween spirit, right? Turns out, the trick is on you and the treats are for your boyfriend and his blonde-haired, blue-eyed friend who seems to like you a little more than a friend should… 

Warnings: uhhh i guess technically non-con…? It depends on how you look at it, i guess (let me know what you think so i can tag it appropriately), fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), throat f*cking, penetration (vaginal, f receiving), choking, knife play, blood play, biting and hickeys, threesome, kissing (satosugu (if you’re not down with that uh… sorry lmao maybe not the fic for you)), primal play, use of ghostface mask and chasing/hide and seek, degradation and praise, sensory deprivation/play (blindfolds, gags), bondage (f receiving)... i think that’s it lol oh and this is like 70% proof read I'm sorry I just wanted to get it out

A/N: sorry this is late ! i meant to have this out before halloween (at the very least), but the timing just didn’t work out

xx Jay

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Halloween was easily one of your favorite times of year.

You loved the autumn season in general. From the colors of the leaves to the cool chill in the air, October in general had a special place in your heart. And it certainly didn’t hurt that the brisk weather gave you an excuse to cuddle up with your boyfriend, not that you really needed another reason in the first place. 

There was another aspect of Halloween you loved, of course…

“No way,” Suguru states. “I’m not doing that.”

He didn’t even look up from his phone upon your horror movie reenactment request. He continued to type away on his phone, no doubt texting his white-haired best friend whom he’s questionably close to. In fact, before you two got together, you were fully convinced your now boyfriend was dating his best friend, Satoru. You even remember the laughs they each let out when you finally brought up the matter. 

After many questions asked, Suguru confirmed he was, in fact, single. And the rest was history. 

Funnily enough, Suguru later confessed to you during one drunken night that he hadn’t made a move on you originally since he thought Satoru was interested in you too. When you tried asking him about it the next day, unsure if the memory was fabricated, he said he didn’t know what you were talking about.

But you can’t imagine life any other way. Suguru truly was your other half.

There’s only one glaring difference between the two of you when it comes to the Halloween season…

“I’m not dressing up in some ghost mask thing and chasing you around the apartment in the dark.”

Your boyfriend, ever the dream-crusher, didn’t share your same passion for horror movies. 

“It’s ghostface, Suguru,” you correct. “And, come on, baby. Don’t you wanna make your lovely girlfriend’s dreams come true?” When in doubt, go for the guilt trip. 

He just lets out a sigh and looks up at the ceiling in disbelief. 

“Baby, if you’re having dreams like those, then I’ll be chasing you to a therapist’s office instead,” he laughs. “Besides, what’s the appeal in this so-called “ghostface” stalking in the first place? Is this the result of some sort of repressed trauma I don’t know about?”

“Haha, very funny,” you scowl. “But, no, this isn’t about some secret, horrifically painful backstory. Think of it as… primal play.”

His neck snaps back down and catches your gaze.

 “Primal play?” he asks you incredulously with a gleam in his eyes. “How come you’ve never told me about this little secret of yours, hm? Next thing I know, you’re gonna be telling me about some piss kink of yours.”

You slap his shoulder, and he laughs at your disgusted expression. 

“Hey!” He raises his hands in mock surrender. “You never know! Maybe you shouldn’t knock it ‘till you try it! You’ll just have to explore that side of your sexuality without me… some sort of solo piss-centric masturbation.”

Slapping his shoulder again, you pull away from his side and look him in the eye. “I can’t really explain it all that well, but the idea of being chased and the fear of getting caught…” you trail off and lean to whisper in his ear, “It gets me so wet that I’m dripping.”

You don’t need to look at his face to know his eyes widen and his mouth parts at your comment. You’ve got him right where you want him now. Based on the weighted silence as Suguru processes your words, you know he’s just about folded like a house of cards. Chase you around in a ghostface mask? Hell, he might even shave his head if you asked him too (not that you would ever want such a terrible thing).

“Okay,” Suguru breathes out shakily, picturing you sopping wet at the mere thought of the primal play kink. “So… how would we do this?”

And just like that, the plans for your primal play ghostface dream fell into place. 

Close to 9pm on Halloween, your boyfriend left your shared apartment and agreed to return in roughly fifteen minutes in which time you were to set up for the scene by moving all remotely sharp objects out of the way, changing into the appropriate clothing, turning off the lights, and finding a place to hide. By the time the fifteen minutes were up, you would be receiving a phone call from your boyfriend. 

Once you had rearranged the apartment and changed into much shorter, might tighter clothes, you began turning the lights off around the shared space. However, you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you walked over slowly and looked through the peephole. 

You let out a sigh and open the door to find Satoru before you. 

“Hey, Satoru,” you greet quickly. “Now’s not really a good time. Suguru and I-”

Satoru, eyes still glued to his phone, interrupts you, “Oh, yeah, I’m here to see him, actually.” 

You click your tongue at his rudeness. When it comes to moments like these, you remember why you choose to believe that Suguru’s drunken confession of Satoru’s underlying feelings for you had to be false. There are times when Satoru treats you more like a doormat than an actual person- let alone the girlfriend of his best friend. Although it does make you question if Satoru really did have feelings for you boyfriend after all… 

“No, Satoru, you don’t understand,” you begin. “Suguru and I have something… planned. He’ll be back soon, but we’re staying in tonight alone.” You be sure to emphasize the last part of your sentence. 

He finally looks up from his phone, and his jaw drops slightly as his eyes rake over your body. His brilliant blue eyes take in your bra-less chest covered by what has to be the world’s shortest crop top with your nipples poking against the fabric of the shirt. His eyes fall to your tiny skirt that hugs your hips tightly and doesn’t even reach midthigh. For the first time since you met the lanky menace, he’s actually speechless. You wave a hand in front of his face to snap him out of his trance-like state. 

“Satoru?” you question. “Did you hear what I just said?”

He closes his mouth and gulps before making eye contact with you. If you had paid closer attention, you would have noticed the bulge in his jeans grow larger just from the mere look of you.

Shaking his head, he puts his phone away in his back pocket. He clears his throat before asking, “What were you saying?”

You roll your eyes at his behavior. 

He’s a complete jerk when he interacts with you normally but now he’s gawking at your appearance? Makes sense why he can’t get a girlfriend. And it’s not like he’s about to pull Suguru as a boyfriend since he’s long off the market. Part of you wants to rub that in Satoru’s face whenever he acts up like this. 

“Suguru isn't home right now, but he will be soon. Once he gets here, he and I have plans. So, respectfully, you need to leave.” you reiterate with more force this time to fully get the point across. 

A.K.A. Fuck off, Satoru.

He scoffs at your attitude (as if it isn’t 100% warranted) and turns around to leave. “Fine,” he sighs in annoyance as if your simple request was a burden. “Tell him I stopped by, and next time…” His eyes meet yours again and a smirk is painted on his irritatingly handsome face. “Maybe wear more clothes when you answer the door. You never know what kind of perverts might be lurking around.”

You smile awkwardly at the comment and finally close the door, letting out a sigh. You thought he’d never leave. 

You jolt when your phone starts ringing and dash around the apartment to turn off the rest of the lights and scurry to your hiding place. Once you’ve quickly collected yourself, you answer the phone. 

“Hello?” you speak, excitement already on the rise at the thought of what’s in store for tonight. 

A dark, muffled voice through a voice modulator on the other end asks, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Smiling at the iconic line, you grip your phone a little tighter and hum, “I don’t know if I can pick just one. I love horror movies.”

You hear a chuckle. “Really? And why’s that, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up at the use of the pet name- not in the original script but still making you weak in the knees. 

“Hm… There’s just something about the feeling of being scared… To be honest, it gets more more worked up than it should.”

Your ears perk up when you hear the apartment door unlock, and you carefully peer around the room from your hiding spot in search of your masked boyfriend. Perhaps it’s because you’re in the dark, but he’s nowhere in sight. 

“Well, you’re in luck tonight, princess.” the silky voice practically purrs. “Because I’m about to give you a scare you’ll never forget.”

The line drops, and you listen closely for any sounds of movement throughout the apartment. You finally hear shuffling down the hall from your hiding spot and prepare yourself for the chase should you be caught.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sings, still utilizing the voice modulator to add to the horror element.

Eventually, your boyfriend steps into the room and proceeds to hum a song under his breath as he slowly looks around the room. Seconds feel like hours as you hold your breath, ready to dart away from your hiding spot if need be. You attempt to lean forward carefully- emphasis on “attempt” because a wooden plank beneath you groans at your small movement. 

His neck snaps toward you, and you can tell that even with that mask, he makes direct eye contact with you. You let out a little yelp as you dive out of the way of his attack. He’s on the ground after his attempted grab, and you rush out of the room in search of another hiding place throughout your apartment. 

You finally settle in a new spot and cover your mouth with your hand to silence your harsh breathing. It isn’t long before your boyfriend enters the room again and begins searching. 

“Fuck,” he exhales, “I can practically track you by smell alone, princess. You must be soaked, huh?”

You push your thighs together in a desperate attempt to pleasure yourself from the friction alone. It’s obviously not enough, but it’ll have to do as your boyfriend chases you through the apartment while dressed as a serial killer. 

“What a dirty little slut you are…” your boyfriend calls out, taunting you. “All this hiding and chasing has you worked up pretty good, huh? Why don’t you just come on out and let me take care of that problem for you, yeah?”

As tempting as the offer sounds, you remain silent and watch from your spot behind the furniture.

“No?” he asks in faux confusion. “Then I guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way. I love a good hunt.”

Surprisingly, you’re able to move to another hiding place quietly right as he was about to find you. Your luck ran out when you realized that in your search through the dark, you had ended up in the bedroom which only left two spaces to hide: under the bed or in the closet. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper in anger. “Could this be any more predictable?”

You quickly weigh your options and opt to slide underneath the bed quietly. Not too long after, your boyfriend walks leisurely into the room. This truly seems like a game to him. And here you were thinking he would be more timid since he had never engaged in any sort of similar roleplay before. 

He peeks around the room, giving it a mere once-over before stepping out. Thank god.

He really believed there’s no way you would be dumb enough to hide in such horrible spots. You’re both relieved and also offended in a way. 

There’s no time to contemplate further when hands wrap around your ankles and pull you from under the bed, making you scream. Once you’re fully emerged, he flips you over on your back and pins you on the floor of your bedroom. 

“Hiding under the bed?” he coos. “Princess, for someone who watches a lot of horror movies, I would have hoped you’d be smarter than that.”

“Get off me!” you shout. 

Even though you’re pretending to fight back, you know full well that even if you were trying with all your strength to push him off, he could still easily manipulate your body. 

“Oh, but this is what you wanted, right?” he asks as he reaches beside him and grabs one of his belts off the dresser. “Completely, utterly helpless.”

He makes quick work of your wrists, binding them together expertly with his belt. The belt wasn’t meant to be a part of the scene, but fuck was it hot. 

Once your hands are bound, he removes both of his black gloves and tosses them to the side. He brings his now bare hands to your collar bones that show from above your flimsy crop top. His cold hands brush against your skin, and he lifts up the fabric between his fingers. 

“This,” he begins. “is getting in the way.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s reaching into his pocket and brings out a switchblade. He cuts the clothes off of your body while you lay there in shock. 

“A switchblade?” you ask in confusion. “Suguru, where did you get a switchblade? That wasn’t part of our scene-”

He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“The only thing I wanna hear from this whore mouth is moaning, whining, and pleading,” he states firmly. “Or can a doubt slut like you not understand that?”

Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head. Not only did Suguru whip out a legitimate weapon (which neither one of you had planned), but he was talking to you in a way he had never done before. It was crude, cruel, and harsh. It was something you had never heard from him… but it was turning you on so much that you couldn’t even bring yourself to question the change in behavior. He removes his fingers from your mouth, now covered in your drool, and opts for shoving his discarded gloves into your mouth instead, effectively shutting you up.

“No bra, hm?” he questions as he runs the blade down your bare chest. “Good. Those nipples look even better bare anyways.”

Dragging the knife’s edge along your breast, you hiss as he draws faint amounts of blood. He lets out a groan at the sight and pinches one of your nipples with his free hand. You whine around his fingers at the dual sensation, pleasure and pain. Your wrists pull at your confines, and you feel the leather dig into your skin. 

Abandoning your chest, he moves his free hand lower down your body until he reaches the end of your skirt. With a quick flick of his wrist, he’s pulled up the fabric to reveal your bare cunt, glistening with arousal. Even in the darkened room, you know he can see your wetness. 

“And no panties too?” your boyfriend groans at the sight. “Well, it must be my lucky day. This pretty pussy was calling my name from the beginning, huh?”

Had you been more lucid, you may have furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement, considering you had mentioned to him before the scene what you planned on wearing. The thought flew out of your mind when you felt his long fingers collect your slick and move against your folds. You whine at the movement and try to clench your thighs shut at the for more friction.

“Nuh uh,” he practically sings and shoves your legs apart. “You’re gonna take what I give ya, and you’re gonna like it.”

At that, he plunges two fingers into you suddenly, not even giving time to adjust to the intrusion before he’s built a rapid pace. Your squeal is muffled by the black fabric shoved inside your mouth, but your sounds still echo throughout the apartment. You’re certain you’ll get noise complaints tomorrow- not that you cared.

While his middle and pointer fingers continue their brutal speed inside you, he brings his thumb upward to draw small circles on your clit which has you moaning impossibly louder. Your brain feels scrambled already; Suguru’s touch plus the anticipation of what’s to come has you shaking. 

“Who knew such a quiet, well-mannered little girl could be such a fucking slut,” he states with mock surprise. “Guess it just took some good finger–fucking to bring out your true self, huh?”

Even if you weren’t gagged, you wouldn’t be able to respond. The speed at which he fingers you has you delirious, and if you weren’t so laughably fucked out already, you’d be embarassed with how quickly you felt your climax approaching. Suguru feels you tighten around his fingers and laughs cruelly at you. 

“Gonna cum so soon? I thought a common whore like you would have built up a tolerance for someone touching this cunt…Guess not.” he laughs again.

 You can practically envision the sarcastic pout on his face from his tone. 

“But that’s more than fine by me, princess,” he says darkly and ups the pace on your clit. “Because I’m gonna have you cumming so much that you forget about any other man aside from me.”

The possessiveness in his tone sends you spiraling over the edge and you clench firmly around his fingers as your pitiful moans attempt to spill from the make-shift gag. 

Once you come down from your high, you’re met with your boyfriend holding up a blindfold to your face. You widen your eyes a bit at his actions since he hasn’t mentioned anything to you about using blindfolds when you were planning your scene. He’s certainly taking some creative liberties that stray from your original plans as well as the original Scream movie script. 

“What?” he cocks his head to the side, and you imagine his smirk beneath the mask. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

You glare at him, still blinking back tears in your eyes from your recent and powerful orgasm. You try to speak, but the words are lost in the gag. He probably rolls his eyes as he sighs and pulls the fabric from your mouth. 

You take a deep breath upon being freed from your muzzle and dare him, “Do your worst.” 

He chuckles at the taunt. “You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

He makes quick work of wrapping the blindfold around your eyes tightly, and you’re consumed by the darkness of the fabric. After he’s made sure you can’t see anything, you hear some ruffling of fabric, and you assume he’s removed parts of the ghostface costume. He’s silent for a movement, and you’re about to call out for him before you feel the familiar sensation of a blade along your thighs. You hear him groaning at the sight of you twitching and whining. Hissing at the sharpness of the blade, you feel some blood begin to trickle down your thighs. Leaning in, your boyfriend licks up the warm, red liquid with his tongue. 

You gasp at the filthy action and shamefully feel yourself grow even more wet. 

Before you have time to fully comprehend the dirtiness of your boyfriend’s actions, he latches his tongue to your soaking cunt, and you practically scream at the feeling. Your boyfriend has always been good with his mouth, but tonight feels… different. You can’t quite put your finger on what it is, but he’s displaying this near savage, depraved behavior that you had never seen from him before. You’re not sure if it’s for the scene or the holiday itself, but it’s turning you on in ways you had never experienced before. 

“Fuck, Suguru, that feels so good,” you whine. He lands a harsh slap on your cunt and you yelp. He practically growls against your pussy, and the vibrations ripple throughout your body, causing you to clench your toes and whine helplessly. 

You want so badly to run your fingers through his luscious hair, but the belt pinning your arms above your head keeps your hands firmly in place. 

Your body starts to shake as the sensations grow stronger once he attaches his mouth to your clit and sucks aggressively at the bundle of nerves. His hands grab hold of your hips and pull your lower body back onto the ground to keep you in place to experience the full intensity of his mouth on your mound. You clench your eyes shut and your face scrunches up as the pleasure increases and the knot in your stomach grows tighter. 

Aside from his groans, your boyfriend remains quiet. Although he’s usually quite verbal and talks you through the pleasure, your boyfriend’s uncharacteristic silence actually turns you on. It sounds sick, but it makes you feel more like an object for him to use rather than his girlfriend. 

“Oh!” you gasp as he shoves his fingers back inside you again. His skilled tongue coupled with his long fingers has your mind reeling. “I’m close! I’m so close, baby”

He moans again against your pussy and uses his free hand to drag his fingers along the shallow cuts he made on your thighs. You hiss at the feeling and feel your orgasm crash on you, making you moan so loudly you’re sure your throat will be raw tomorrow. 

Your legs are trembling as you come down from your high. Your voice is shaky as you mutter with a dopey, fucked out smile, “You always know how to drive me crazy, Suguru.”

He chuckles darkly at your comment and your blood runs cold when you hear in a cocky voice ask, “Crazy, huh?”

You freeze at the sound of the voice.

That’s not Suguru.

“What- what the fuck?” you yell. “Who the fuck are you? Get away from me!”

The stranger laughs again. “What? You don’t recognize me?” He leans in real close to whisper in your ear, “You’re telling me you’re not as obsessed with me as I am with you?”

Your eyes bulge impossibly wider as you recognize the voice of the man. 

“S-Satoru…?” you question in a meek tone. 

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” He jokes with a dangerous undertone. He caresses your face softly, and you flinch away at the contact. He sighs in disappointment. “What’s the matter, princess? You were crazy over me a few moments ago. You said so yourself.”

You pull at your restraints and shout, “Let me go!”

Although you can’t see, you assume he rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth with his large hand. He speaks with a calm tone, dismissive of your fear and confusion. “I don’t get what the big deal is, really. I mean, Suguru and I share just about everything. Why are you the exception?”

You wiggle aggressively under his touch and he sighs before lifting his hand. 

“What’s wrong with you? I’m Suguru’s girlfriend. I’m not some toy for you to play with. Now let me go!” you demand. 

Satoru scoffs at your comment. “Ugh, it’s always the same thing from you. Suguru this and Suguru that… How bout you show me a little love, huh?”

You can tell he’s smirking based on the tone of his voice. You continue to struggle to undo the binds restricting your hands. You try yelling for help, desperate for your someone- anyone- to come to your rescue. 

Satoru just stares at your pathetic attempts to escape. Before you know it, his hand slaps your cheek, making you gasp. You feel your skin tingle as the aftermath of the hit. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you cry out, “Where is Suguru?”

Suddenly, a warmer set of hands run up your arm. Your breath hitches at the touch, unsure what to expect next. 

You gasp again as someone leans in and whispers in your ear, “Looking for me, darling?”

Honestly, you could cry tears of joy at this point. “Suguru!” you yelp. “Suguru, please get me out of here!” Expecting to be freed from your confines, you wait for a moment before you hear your boyfriend chuckle. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he whispers. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself when another man was between those thighs. Satoru is quite skilled with his tongue, isn’t he?”

In another world, you would have asked how Suguru knew just how well Satoru moved his tongue, but your brain is too cloudy to question his statement. As fucked up as it is, you press your thighs together slightly at his comment. You try to be discreet so as to not give away how much the situation secretly turned you on, but both men caught the not-so-subtle movement and shared a smirk. 

Satoru began massaging your thighs lightly and swiped up a bit of the remaining blood to bring to his lips. He moaned at the taste. He swore that every part of you tasted good. 

Suguru spoke softly, “If you don’t want to continue, we understand…” he began. “But based on how desperate you are to have the sweet little pussy of yours touched, I’d say you want both of us.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips at your boyfriend’s words. Sure, Satoru was attractive. Hell, attractive would be an understatement. He and Suguru looked like they were sculpted by gods. But never in a hundred years did you imagine you’d fuck your boyfriend’s best friend. 

“You know your safeword, darling,” Suguru reminded you. “We won’t go any further unless you want to.”

You thought about it. On one hand, you should be beyond pissed for this fucked up “stunt” they pulled. But on the other hand… you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to try Satoru’s cock.

The idea of taking them both at the same time practically had your mouth watering. 

You gulped and muttered, “Y-yes.”

Satoru just raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yes what?”

Whining, you spoke, “Yes, please.”

Both men looked at each other with sadistic smiles. That was the only sign they needed. They both understood the goal: ruin you. 

Suguru pulled the blindfold off you and tossed it to the side. “As much fun as that sensory deprivation was, I wanna see your whole face when we fuck you dumb.”

Satoru groans at the idea, “Fuck, I bet that pretty face of yours looks even better when your eyes are rolling back and your drooling from our cocks.”

Blushing at the comment, you try to turn away to hide your face. Suguru just laughs and grabs your chin, making you meet his gaze. ‘Oh, no you don’t,” he chuckled. “There’s nowhere to hide now, baby.”

He lets go of your chin and begins to strip his clothing. He pulls his shirt over his head and then swiftly removes his pants and boxers. His cock is already rock solid, and you try to conceal your whimper at the sight. Suguru hears you anyway and laughs at your desperation. 

You turn your face toward Satoru when you see him stripping out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen as he removes his clothes. 

Fuck.

Although your boyfriend’s cock may be thicker, Satoru’s is definitely longer. You almost scoff when you see how good he looks. Of course his cock would be as pretty as the rest of him is. He catches you ogling him and shoots you a wink. 

Before you realize what’s happening, your boyfriend lifts you up and puts you on your hands and knees to face him. He pumps his cock a few times as he looks down at your eager face and saliva soaked lips. He just laughs at your presses and teases your mouth with his thick cock. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks with a mocking pout. You hum as confirmation s you focus on his cock in front of you. Out of nowhere, you whine when he grabs your hair and tugs your face upward so your eyes meet his. “Remember your manners, baby. Look at me when I’m talking to you, yeah?”

You blink repeatedly and nod quickly. He scoffs at the action and speaks, “Words.”

You snap out of your daze and reply, “Yes, Suguru.”

He smiles at you and relaxes his firm grip on your hair. “Alright then, baby.” He exhales and caresses your face with his free hand. “Get to work.”

Wasting no time, you dive right in and take his cock in your mouth. His precum is sweet on your tongue and you suck thoroughly at the tip. He groans above you but clicks his tongue when you linger too long on the head. You take more of him in your mouth and begin to bob your head. 

You find a good rhythm with your mouth and tongue, but your gasp is muffled by Suguru’s cock when you feel something press against the lips of your pussy. Behind you, you hear Satoru groan. “Fuck,” he mutters in awe. “You’re so fucking wet that you’re dripping.”

You blush at his comment but don’t have much time to think about it before Satoru rams his cock into you. You would have screamed if it weren’t for Suguru beginning to gently fuck your mouth. 

Fuck, Satoru is huge. 

You already knew that from seeing him, but he feels impossibly larger now that he’s buried in your cunt. He lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock and stills for a moment to collect himself. He hisses at your tightness. “If I knew you were this tight, I wouldn’t have waited so long to fuck you.” he confesses as he picks up his pace. “Hell, I would have taken you before Suguru did.”

Sweat begins to form around his hairline as he picks up his pace of fucking your throat. “Ha,” your boyfriend scoffs at his best friend. “Fat fucking chance. This golden pussy has been mine since day one. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Even if your mouth weren’t filled to the brim, you wouldn’t have been able to answer from how good it feels with Satoru fucking you. You just whine at his question. Your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy your boyfriend because he pulls out of your mouth abruptly and pumps his cock in front of you instead. You whine at the sudden loss and lick your lips to collect any remaining precum, desperate for another taste. 

“I asked you a question,” Suguru glared. “Don’t tell me you’re so cock drunk already that you can’t answer a simple question.”

You whimper at his statement and shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind and reply. When you finally open your mouth to respond, Suguru cuts you off by shoving his cock into your mouth once more. You choke at the sudden intrusion and try to maintain your breathing. You already feel lightheaded enough from the pleasure, but now the lack of oxygen is making your head even more fuzzy. 

Satoru begins fucking you with a fast and aggressive pace, moaning loudly at how good you feel. His cock reaches parts of you you didn’t even know you had. You moan around Suguru’s cock, and the vibrations add to his pleasure. He lets out a groan and fucks your throat with more intensity than he ever has before, as if to claim you in front of Satoru. 

“Ha. Trying to show off?” Although out of breath, Satoru scoffs at the sight. “Well, two can play that game.”

Satoru rams his cock into you with such power that it has you choking on Suguru’s cock even more and your eyes bulge at the sensation. You feel stuffed in a way you never have before. You thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better until Satoru reached between your thighs and began rubbing your clit in quick, circular motions. 

If you weren’t choking on your boyfriend’s cock, you would have screamed so loud that the cops may have been notified. Your moans and whines are muffled by Suguru, but you’re loud regardless. 

You look up at Suguru and make eye contact with the man. He laughs a bit, out of breath as well. 

“G-good girl, baby.” he stutters and moans. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You blush at the praise. Even when you’re being fucked dumb by two men, your boyfriend always knows how you make you feel special. 

Glancing downward, you see his stomach clenching and you know he’s close. You take a deep breath through your nose, and you push your mouth down to the base of his cock, gagging. He grabs the back of your head and holds you down for a few moments before letting you back up for air. As soon as you get a breath, he’s pushing you back down again. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, partially because of your boyfriend’s large cock choking you but also because of Satoru’s unforgiving pace as he fucks you into the mattress. 

When you think things couldn’t get any hotter, you turn your head slightly to see Suguru lean forward, grab Satoru by the hair, and pull him into a searing kiss. You whine loudly at the sight.

Guess they really did have feelings for each other. 

Satoru whimpers and deepens the kiss. He brings one hand to Suguru’s hair to tug on the silky strands and pushes his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is messy and some of the spit from it drips onto your back. As Suguru pulls away from the blue-eyed boy, you feel Suguru’s pace stutter, he lets out a loud groan, and his hot cum fills your mouth. You choke again as the warm substance spills down your throat and overflows from your mouth. Suguru’s panting as he comes down from his high, but he grabs your chin before you can swallow his load. 

“Nuh uh,” he chuckles, “Open the mouth wide for me, baby.”

You do as he says and widen your mouth, drops of his cum dripping down your chin. He leans down, spitting into your open mouth. Your eyes roll back at the action and you whine. Laughing breathlessly at your response, he closes your mouth gently and hums, “Swallow every last drop, baby.” he smiles again with a devilish look in his eyes. “You’ve earned it.”

Following his instructions, you swallow his cum and open your mouth to show him you followed his orders to which he smiles at. Before you could close your mouth, you let out a particularly loud cry as Satoru hits your sweet spot, and he has you seeing stars. You’re too out of it to realize that Suguru has collected with his fingertip the cum that leaked from your lips. He brings his cum-covered finger to Satoru’s lips and while Satoru’s mouth falls open with a moan, Suguru promptly shoves his finger into Satoru’s mouth. 

The white-haired man widens his eyes in shock, but hums as he licks the salty substance off Suguru’s fingers. Satoru leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve gotta say, your boyfriend tastes pretty good…” he pauses. “But he doesn’t taste as good as you.”

You gasp at his statement, and he leans in closer with his chest against your back. He’s so deep and so rough that it feels as if he’s fucking you like he’ll never get laid again. His desperation for you is dizzying. The idea that you have this man wrapped around your finger makes you impossibly more aroused. To think that the man who acted like he hated your guts was now whining and moaning shamelessly from being in your guts was a concept that made you weak. 

He groans behind you and looks crazed. “Oh, now that I’ve had this pussy, I’m never letting you go.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at Satoru’s comment as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. He’d let Satoru have his fun now, but you knew who you belonged to when all is said and done. And he also knew that Satoru was just as much a desperate whore for him as you are. 

You whimper at Satoru's relentless pace, and Satoru manhandles you into a different position. You’re now lying on your back with your legs raised and pressed against your chest. You scream at the new angle, and his cock is repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his cock. 

“Yeah, that’s it, princess,” he coos. “Take everything that I give ya.”

You can’t help but whimper at the praise. His fingers find your clit again and continue to stimulate the nub. A scream escapes you when he pinches your clit between his fingers. Although he’s panting, he manages to let out a dark chuckle at your reaction. 

“You like pain?” Satoru asks with a smirk although he already knows the answer. He knows you're too cock drunk to respond as you’re muttering nonsense and stuttering over your words. He leans closer to whisper in your ear so that Suguru can’t hear. “Well, Daddy can give you all the pain you want.”

Even in your dumb and delirious state, your eyes widen as you process his words and you whine loudly. You didn’t even know you had a daddy kink until Satoru uttered those words. All you knew was that you felt like you were going to explode at the rate Satoru was fucking you and that you were going to die if you didn’t cum soon. 

Laughing cockily at your reaction, Satoru brings his hand to your neck and squeezes tightly. His grip effectively cuts off most of your oxygen, and it has you seeing even more stars than you were a moment ago due to his fat cock. 

He pulls his hand away for a moment, making you whimper at the loss and wish his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Instead, he leans down and leaves bite after bite and hickey after hickey all over your neck and chest, effectively covering you in red marks. His smile is almost manic as he examines his work. In that moment, you’re just a doll for him to fuck, just a canvas for him to paint on. And if he weren’t planning on filling your little pussy to the brim with cum, he’d have painted your body with his load instead alongside the marks he’d left. Just as quickly as it left, he brings his hand back to your throat and practically chokes you. His other hand continues the never ending abuse on your clit, the bundle of nerves desperate for relief. 

Suguru raises an eyebrow at the scene, intrigued. He wasn’t ever that rough with you. But based on the look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the drool from your lips, he knows that next time he fucks you, he’ll be sure to give it to you even rougher than Satoru. There’s no way he’s going to let his best friend brag about fucking you better. No one knows your pussy like your boyfriend does. He sits in a chair beside the bed and watches the two of you as his cock grows hard again. 

Satoru swears he’s never had better pussy in his life. How did he ever cum before your tight cunt was sucking him in? One thing’s for certain: Satoru’s not about to say goodbye to your pretty face and soaking wet cunt- not now or ever. He swears at the sensation and whines when he feels you tighten even more around him, signaling how close your orgasm is. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you manage to moan, tears freely flowing down your face. Satoru’s eyes darken at the sight and leaned over to collect the knife once more, releasing your throat. He brought the knife down to your boobs and made small cuts near the nipples. You let out a cry at the pain mixed with pleasure. Satoru then leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, using his tongue to suck the blood. “Oh my god,” you sob.

This sends you over the edge and you scream at the feeling of Satoru’s cock impaling you coupled with the sensation of pain on your chest. You’re sobbing now as Satoru continues this brutal thrusts, desperately chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck!” He curses loudly before he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt, and you scream once again at the pleasure. “Take it all, princess. You don’t wanna disappoint Daddy, do ya?”

You shiver and whine at his words. Satoru takes multiple deep breaths before he nearly collapses on top of you, and you’re both breathing heavily like you’ve run a marathon. You whimper as you feel him paint your insides white, and you wince when Satoru pulls out. Even in his post-climax daze, he looks at your pussy in awe as he watches his cum spill from your swollen pussy. You’re shocked out of your fucked out state when you hear your boyfriend clapping slowly as he walks across the room toward you both. 

“That was quite the show, Satoru.” Suguru whistles as he reaches the bed and stands beside you. You gulp as you look downward and see his solid length, as intimidating and hard as ever. Satoru looks up and meets Suguru’s gaze, a pussy drunk look on his face with blush to match. 

Your boyfriend smirks before yanking you toward him and spanking your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. “But I think I should show you how it’s really done.”

A Halloween with plenty of tricks and treats.

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[andre-and-cal]

freaky headcanons now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Caldre Headcanons :3

GUYS LMK IF YOU WANT TOP CAL & BOTTOM ANDRE HEADCANONS NEXT cuz I have sm ideas for those but I’m too shy to do it without an ask ngl so Plsplspls lmk !! 🙏🙏

These were long overdue I’m sawry I’m a #slacker… more headcanons coming soon heh zeroplan I see yew…

But uhHh here r my headcanons yippee I wanna incorporate these into my fics >_<

Top Andre, Bottom Cal

Andre has a habit of slapping a hand over Cal’s mouth and muffling his moans, especially when he’s doing him from behind in a risky environment. He’ll have one hand on his mouth, and the other on his crotch, whispering “Shhh, shhhh, shut the fuck up,” in his ear while pounding into him relentlessly. It gives Andre a rush whenever he hears Cal’s noises get all muffled against the palm of his hand, and to feel the moisture of his lips pressing against his skin and Cal’s hot, wet, shaky breaths of air fanning into his hand.

Calvin secretly used to fingerfuck himself and imagine that it was Andre’s fingers. Whenever he’d smuggle porno tapes at the store— gay porno— he’d slip a finger or two inside his ass and envision Andre in between his legs and doing it for him. But the first time he decided to start exploring himself in this way, when he went knuckles deep and finally found his prostate, he came quick, and he experienced a high he never knew was possible. He used to be too embarrassed to admit that he did this, but he no longer needs to because he has Andre to finger him or fuck him instead, just as he’d hoped.

Andre was very careful the first time he and Cal had sex, when he took Cal’s virginity. He didn’t want to hurt him, and he was constantly asking him if he was okay. Their first time was slow, but they both savored every moment of it. Andre secretly likes when Cal wants him to go slow, because it gives him a chance to explore Calvin’s body. Calvin goes insane— in a good way, of course— whenever he feels those hands caressing his hips or feeling up his sides and waist and his body as a whole. Calvin feels appreciated and pretty, while not feeling shameful over that fact anymore.

Calvin’s favorite position is doggy style. He really loves the feeling of Andre shoving his face into his pillows, ‘cause Cal always imagines him as like some sergeant in the army, even while feeling his cock sliding in and out of his tightness. Cal will force Andre to wear his dog tag along with him so that it feels more… “army-like” in Cal’s words. Andre makes fun of him for describing it that way though. While he’s into the military as much as Cal is, he doesn’t really show it all too much for fear his parents will get suspicious of their Zero Day plans, so he forces Cal to tone it down as well.

Andre allows himself to be vulnerable around Calvin. But only really when Cal’s asleep, drunk, or high, at least. During aftercare, sometimes when Cal’s half-asleep and drifting off into slumberland, Andre will mumble into Cal’s shoulder— if he’s spooning him that time— about how he’s gonna miss him if push comes to shove with Zero Day. It’s a brief, rare moment of “weakness” for Andre, but he does like to speak fondly of Cal whenever they’re alone together, where no one can disturb them or anything. Now, going back to my point, Andre never knew that they were going to be shooting themselves together on Zero Day rather than going through with the initial plans. Rather, he fully expected them to be able to go through with the plans of escaping in his car, but a tiny part of him knew they were gonna be dead no matter what happened. He never liked to admit this to himself though, remaining in denial about the recklessness of the whole “getaway” thing. Either way, he half-hopes that Cal hears and knows that he’ll always love him, no matter what happens with Zero Day. And on Zero Day, prior to ending his life alongside Calvin after the shooting, his last coherent thought was along the lines of how he was going to try to find Cal in the afterlife— or whatever place they both would end up roaming together.

Occasionally, even while Andre’s shoving his shaft balls deep inside his ass— Cal will find the opportunity to piss him off, even through his little whimpers. He’s just like that; Cal’s middle name is practically Sarcastic. His witty nature will piss Andre off sometimes too— especially if it’s a situation where Andre clearly isn’t fucking laughing. While it does prompt him to grow rough with Cal, it turns on the both of them, because they both know Cal only does it to— well, demand without actually demanding for Andre to fuck him harder. Whenever Calvin does say some smartass shit during sex, Andre will go as far as to strangling Cal— especially while they’re doing missionary. It’s easy access to his neck anyway, and also that familiar deep, dark part of Andre gets really turned on by the feeling of Cal’s pulse drumming underneath his fingers. With this, it also helped Andre coin the nickname “punk” and various other insults in German— for Cal.

Calvin is a bit of a risk-taker and has begged Andre to load Milena and have him blow her— loaded. Eventually, after begging one too many times, Andre finally agreed. The day he agreed, Andre made it seem like they were going out to simply shoot guns together to practice for Zero Day, but as soon as he unpacked Milena from his father’s closet as Cal kept on going on about sucking on Milena, he instead turned around and shoved the barrel so far into Calvin’s mouth that it nearly hit his tonsils. And eventually, it did. He’d nudged Cal to the ground with the gun, kneeling over him as he forced him to take the barrel deep in his throat, even when it got too much for Cal and he tried to push on his chest to get him off. Andre didn’t stop until he’d pulled out his own cock from his jeans and jerked himself off, cumming all over Cal’s face and lips. Despite Calvin’s initial resistance as he began to choke on the barrel, he quickly grew hard, so he got himself off shortly after Andre released his load onto his pretty face.

Initially, Andre also felt off-put at the idea of dirty talking, even going on to dislike it. He was determined to stay quiet or hold back any noises and grunts he might make while planning his first time with Cal, a little after they’d started dating. But every time he noticed the drastic increase in the little noises Cal made whenever Andre muttered the occasional, “Shit, mein Schatz— so tight,” ,, “You like that, yeah?” ,, or something of the sort in German, he became more confident to speak like this to Calvin when they’re alone. After developing more of his “dirty-talking skills”, he got into the habit of praising Cal during sex. He goes from genuinely praising him for taking his cock or his fingers up his ass or when he’s fucking the back of Cal’s throat with his member, and then going to tauntingly praising him for being a “big brave boy” whenever Andre’s spanking him or making him take his gun in his mouth.

Whenever Cal and Andre are arguing and it gets real heated and loud between them, if Cal initiates mildly hostile physical contact— such as with pushing, shoving, yelling, or getting all up in Andre’s face, Andre will bounce it right back to him. Andre struggles with his anger a bit more-so than Cal in some ways— so one day he snapped and shoved Cal, to the point where he fell back into his bookcase. Calvin was a little stunned by Andre’s outward expression of aggression toward him, but as soon as he felt a heat coiling in his groin— he knew he wanted more, so he continued taunting Andre until he was ultimately… well— grabbed by the arm and yanked onto the bed. And then things led to another.

Andre never really imagined that he’d be into spanking Cal, but it all begun on a day when they were home alone at Andre’s together, with Cal sitting beside Andre while he played Grand Theft Auto 2 on his PS2. Mel was curled up in Cal’s lap, but eventually got off. After that, Calvin continuously inched closer until he was leaning on Andre’s shoulder, clinging onto his arm. He then began to gently kiss his neck, up to the patch of skin behind his ear, and then to his cheek and jawline. After around a minute of this, with Cal kissing up on him and trying to get him to notice or pay attention to him, Andre got a little fed up, so he gently pushed Cal’s face down into his lap. He pulled Calvin’s pants down and found himself— in the heat of the moment— spanking his backside, ignoring Cal’s yelps and cries due to the repeated stinging pain. Afterward, Cal’s face was all wet with tears and his ass cheeks were bright red. At the sight, Andre felt a little guilty at first, but when he looked down toward Cal’s boxers, he noticed that he fucking came untouched from Andre spanking him alone, so he grabbed Cal by his “pretty boy blond locks” and forced him to look up at him, before leaning down and smothering a kiss onto Cal’s lips.

Calvin, on Andre’s lap, riding him while Andre holds one of his arms and licks along the scars and scabs he has trailing up his forearm. Bucking his hips up into Cal’s rear end, rubbing the head of his cock against his prostate, and encouraging him to keep cutting himself and to engrave his name into his arm, so that people can identify him as having Andre’s name on his arm for when Zero Day arrives. That’s all I need to say. :3

[blissful-thinker]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: make a new post and share with us the titles of your documents in your wip folder(s) and some detail if you wish, no matter how old, random, or disconcerting. Sort as you see fit (or don't). Ask the person who tagged you a question about the title(s) that most intrigue you from their list, and tag as many people as you'd like to join the game!! Have fun :)

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Behold, way too many drafts! Thanks for the tag @pomegranate-belle

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Bathroom Divorce AU: potential collab with @inkforhumanhands, basically it’s the s2 bathroom divorce except what if Foggy punched Matt in the heat of their argument and it sobers them both up really quickly. Leads to them having an actual talk about what’s happened among other things…

S2 Bitter AU: haha what if Matt had the braincell for the second half of s2 so when he tells Elektra he’s not gonna help her, he meant it so he doesn’t fall for any of her attempts to pull him into whatever mess she found herself looking into because the aftermath from college hurt him that much

Heatwave: Matt and foggy during a heatwave, they flirt while suffering through said heatwave. they’re really doing their best

S2 Fix-It: what if Elektra lived to the end of the battle against nobu and she and Matt were going to run away as promised, except Matt finds that he can’t just abandoned his life once the adrenaline dies down, so he stays to try and mend all his broken relationships and himself after everything that happened.

E65 Angst: a one-shot from Foggy’s POV after the events of Gwen’s trial and sentencing. What happens when one Kingpin of crime crawls through his window?

College MattFoggy Angst: Foggy plans confess his feelings to Matt the night they manage to sneak into that fancy party, except he’s a little too late when Matt reveals he met Elektra. Eventual happy ending

Tux Fluff: Matt is in a fancy tux for a Nelson family gathering and Foggy is here for it

Lost and Found: Matt, Foggy and Karen during the chaos of the snap and trying to find each other while begging the worst didn’t happen to the others

Childhood Mattfoggy AU: various fics planned about Matt and Foggy meeting as kids and how their friendship evolves over the years

College-era angst one shot: Foggy invites Matt to come visit his family for the first time. Matt’s unsure about it and foggy eases his worries

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Tagging @amazing-spiderling and uhhh whoever else wants to do this!

[ruipilled]

little rui has been absolutely rotting in my mind recently so here’s so hcs :) uhhh she/he pronouns for rui btw :3

- teensy lil tiny guy

- like 2-4 age range

-cgs are mainly nene & mizuki, but emu & kasa will help sometimes

- he doesn’t talk much, especially when he’s really little

-insecure about his height when little, especially compared to like nene & emu

-sensory issues get 10x worse when little. he would rather die then feel a tag on shirt when little

-primarily regresses when he’s tired or overworked himself

-absolutely sleepy tiny lil guy. His cgs don’t have to ask him twice for nap time. He loves when he’s sleeping in bed and her cg’s are sitting in a chair making sure she gets to sleep alright, it makes her feel absolutely tiny.

-diet is HORRENDOUS when he’s little. Exclusively eats candy. Nene is trying harder to get healthy foods into his diet. She’s like the people who put broccoli into like brownies.

-Nene tries to hide Rui’s candy, but to no avail, she’s a devious little guy, he’ll find it no matter the hiding spot.

- weakest immune system ever. and when he’s sick, He’s for sure gonna be little. Whenever he misses school for sickliness, Mizuki will skip to look after him.

-Mizuki dotes on him a heinous amount while rui is sick. Will do anything she possibly can to make him feel better.

-Tsukasa (and nene kind of) are the only one of his cgs who can actually put their foot down for rui. Even ruis best puppy dog eyes can’t work on tsuaksa.

-Extremely susceptible to tantrums and meltdowns. his cgs have gotten really good at soothing him though :) They each kind of have their own methods to helping him. Nene has mastered the soothing voice with small squeezes on his hands to help ground him. Tsukasa, being the only one who can pick him up, will pick him up and gently bounces him on his hip, Mizuki immediately gets him his paci & gives him cuddles. Emu tries to make him laugh.

-speaking of which rui is almost never seen without his pacifier, he is always chewing on stuff. His cgs regular have to (very lightly) scold him for chewing on thing he shouldn’t be.

Also!! give me some requests I wanna right something! I’m best with leoneed & mmj! Rui too!

[matchatransistor]

Post-Exam Destress

I haven't officially posted my writing in while but uhhh...

Happy Valentine's Day!

I may post this on AO3 in my collection of short stories about these two :)

Boomer preemptively flinches as he clicks the submit and then subsequently exhales a relieved sigh. Holy shit he passed... Actually, he passed the homework. The rest of the class was still up in the air. He really shouldn’t have put off doing biology II. It was straight memorization. He hated it. At least physics and calculus were fun. Hell, even chemistry. And then then compared to his art specific courses? He could barely bring himself to open the biology pdf. Well, since his homework is done for now—he can relax a bit. His eyes flicker to the time on his computer. 5:40 pm. Buttercup’s class should be over by now.

*ding, ding*

He instinctively goes for his phone, and smiles. Right on time.

u still in the library?

Yup!

cool. almost there

Sure enough, the brunette soon walks through the automatic double doors of the library. A scowl, he notes, firm on her face. She drops her backpack on the floor and plops next him in the booth. “Hey, Booms.”

“Uh, hey, Butters! How was the exam?”

She narrows her emerald orbs and rests her forehead on the table. “I failed. I already know it.”

“No, you didn’t! I’m sure you did fine,” he encourages.

“Dude, there was almost no statistics, and he spent most of the time on that!” She briskly faces him, her cheek on the wooden surface. “Do you know what acroposthitis is? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

“Acro-what?”

“That’s what I said.”

The blond gives her a sympathetic smile and rubs her back. “Okay, but I know you, I’m sure you figured out enough for you to pass.”

Her mouth opens to say more, but instead, her gaze falls to the floor. “... Thanks. How about you? Bio going any better?”

He screws his face in contemplation. He’s managed to pull himself out of the danger zone. “I think so, but it’s still hella boring.”

“It’s biology,” she replies matter-of-factly and pats his knee. “Glad one of us is doing okay at least.”  

Boomer continues to rub her back. “Hey, it’ll be okay! We got this, and if we fail, we fail together.”

“... That doesn’t sound as sweet as you think,” Buttercup remarks, forehead now resting on her forearm.

The blond thinks over what he just said. She’s got a point. Either way, he knows her. She’s definitely not going to fail. From what she’s told him, this is the only class she’s been frustrated with this semester. Per her grumblings, it seems the issue is more her professor and not the actual subject matter. The art major is sure she gets the material fine. He peers down at her. He just wishes she would know that; she doesn’t work best when she’s stressed. Maybe he can take her mind off this crisis for a little while.

“What are we gonna do for our next date?”

She lifts her head up to look at him. “Huh?”

“Our date,” he repeats with a light chuckle. “What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” her onyx brows furrow as she ponders. He smiles. He always found that cute. “How about we hit up the arcade?”

“Again? That’d be three times in a row.”

“Please,” she scoffs. “Like you didn’t have fun?”

“I definitely didn’t say that...” He smirks at her with half-lidded eyes, remembering them sneaking off during their last game of laser tag.

Catching his insinuation, her cheeks flush and her gaze flits away. “Uh, well... you have any better ideas?”

The art major folds his arms and leans back against the booth. For some reason, he wants to go out-out. They’ve been dating for a little over a year and usually default to home visits—they love to relax and chill, but he wants to shake things up a little. With something other than the arcade, but something they could do—just the two of them. A catharsis to get rid of her post-exam worries. ‘Hm...’ No rock or metal bands are performing this upcoming weekend. Nothing of note going on downtown... He beams. He’s got it.

“Let’s do karaoke!”

She snaps up from her reclining position. “What?! I don’t sing.”

“Liar! I bet you’re an amazing singer.”

The dark-clad woman rolls her eyes. “And you know because...?” She trails off, with a sarcastic wave of her hand.

“Because you have a great voice. I love hearing you talk,” he sincerely explains.

Her eyes dart away, and she brushes her hair behind her ear. “That’s... u-um... Well, people can sound totally different when they sing! I could be totally tone-deaf.”

He laughs. “But you’re not.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see on Friday.”

Chartreuse eyes flash back to him. “I never agreed to go.”

“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“Booms-”

“Please~,” he drags out and utilizes his notorious puppy dog eyes. He knows she’ll have a great time. “I’ll pick out the perfect playlist and everything.”

The criminal science major groans. “Shit, okay.”

“Yes,” he cheers and raptures her in a hug. “You’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

She side-eyes him, but then sighs with a soft smile. “I better or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Oh, my-! Shut up!” she laughs, pushing him away.

[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: I'm gonna just post part 2 now because the response has been overwhelming and also I need to ride this train until it runs outta steam, yfm?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, vague medical issue, fainting, let me know if I missed anything?

Every Breath You Take

Two

The second time Eddie and Steve kiss it’s not really a kiss at all. Robin and Steve are working a shift at Family Video - well, trying to work at least, because Eddie’s there which means everyone’s just sort of dicking around. Steve is processing some returns while Robin and Eddie argue about some sort of incomprehensible music shit. They’re both such fucking nerds about it that it makes Steve’s head hurt hearing them discuss the rhythm vs the beat and the symbolism of the song's accompanying music videos. Steve doesn’t understand why they have to analyze everything, why they can’t just like shit.

He’s not really paying attention until he registers the panic in Robin’s voice as she suddenly pushes off the counter and says Eddie’s voice just a little too frantically. Eddie has slumped slightly forward over the counter, eyes rolled a little too far back, and not responding to her calls for him. Steve immediately jumps into action, thinking about seeing Max in an eerily similar situation, about the fits Will had when he came back. Steve grabs Eddie and lays him gently in the ground, immediately crouching over him to do CPR, not bothering to check for a pulse or breathing. Just starting compressions, counting the way he learned how while hanging out at the hospital waiting for Max and Eddie to wake up. He couldn’t just sit there, and the hospital offered free training courses in shit like this, so he went. And he’s so glad he did as he starts doing rescue breaths on Eddie, ignoring Robin’s “ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ as she struggles to remember Hopper’s number when she finally stops freaking out enough to grab the phone. It doesn’t matter though, because by the time Steve is halfway through his second set of 30, Eddie’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s breathing heavily, but just fine on his own.

“Oh thank fuc-“ Robin starts as she drops to the ground on the other side of Eddie. “Are you okay? What happened? You just-“ Robin starts rambling, panicking that this meant the worst wasn’t over.

“Robs. Give him a minute. Go grab a water bottle,” Steve softly commands, his instinct to protect and help and heal outweighing his ability to do anything else. She does as he asks, and Steve starts to help Eddie move to a sitting position. “Easy does it, man. You can keep laying on the floor for a little if you need.”

“No, no. I’m okay. Sorry. I just, uh, had a minute. It happens sometimes. Happened a lot more when I was little. Stress, ya know? Was real bad right around the time I started living with Wayne. Had a really bad couple of weeks after Bonham died, too. But since, ya know- everything, it’s been happening again.” Eddie explains, rubbing the middle of his chest where Steve had previously been pressing. Steve just nods as Robin hands him the water bottle, watching, waiting for everyone’s adrenaline to slow.

“Jesus, dude. I think you almost cracked a rib. Way to put those muscles to use,” Eddie jokes, in between sips. Steve cracks a smile, but his eyes are still filled with worry. “Thank you for trying to save my ass, but in the future, I’m just fainting. No CPR required. Just make sure I don’t hit my head on the way down,” Eddie explains.

“Sorry,” now it’s Steve’s turn to ramble. “I just went into panic mode and I didn’t even check for a pulse or-“

“Don’t sweat it.” Eddie cuts him off. “I appreciate you wanting to save my life. Again.” He adds that last part a little quieter, knocking shoulders with Harrington. As Steve helps him to his feet, he adds even quieter “You sure you didn’t just wanna plant one on me again, Big Boy?” And Robin is too busy fussing over Eddie and asking questions about his fainting and yelling at him for not warning anybody that they’re both too busy to notice the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck and the way he flexes his hands like touching Eddie hurt. 

A/N: Not so fun fact! John Bonham, drummer for Led Zeppelin died in 1980 after a heavy drinking binge. This would have been absolutely devastating to a young Eddie Munson, as it was for everyone else with ears and a soul at the time.

Also, Steve does the Pride and Prejudice hand flex every time he touches Eddie. Convince me otherwise. I dare you.

[aeipathic]

as painful as the hundred swords chapter is (and it’s extremely painful), i think the next chapter is almost worse — the utter dullness of xie lian, the dispassionate vibes of the narrative, even in translation it gets across how empty xie lian is, so i can’t imagine how chilling it is in the original

[oncasette]

hey uhhh

yk how steve said he wants a brood of harringtons

ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵏᶦⁿᵏ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᶦʳᵐᵉᵈ. ᵖˡˢ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ

- 🪷

oh my god the vile thoughts i have about this man. even if i don’t want kids, i’ll entertain the idea for stevie.

nsfw!

he’s got you spread out on the bed for him, seconds away from cumming as he pistons his hips at that brutal pace he always seems to have. it doesn’t matter how he starts, how sweet and slow and soft he is, it always ends like this.

“where do you want it, baby. can’t last much longer,” he huffs, hips stuttering slightly as his pace gets sloppier.

“inside, please” you whimper as his cock twitches inside of you. “need you.”

“thought you got off the pill,” he hisses as his dick continues to throb at the idea of filling you.

“i did, stevie. want you to put a baby in me,” you say, like it’s the most casual thing you’d ever asked him for. like you weren’t offering him the single greatest thing in the world since you’d agreed to marry him in three months.

“oh, fuck. been wanting to do this since high school,” he whines as he spills his load, coating your walls in thick ropes of his cum. “gonna fill you up with our baby, honey. gonna-hng-gonna look so beautiful.”

if you were going to have all of those baby harringtons, it’s almost a no-brainer to start trying a little early. what’s a couple months?

tags— @zeldaknight @ridestomars

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

#uhhh idk how to explain this idea right#but like....i think stories should be allowed to have mistakes. for a treat#it's like in tv shows when they had to save the budget for the final so there's reused costumes for los stake episodes#can't think of a single story thats perfect. wouldn't change anything. literally can't make a story with no flaws#sometimes the easy way around the flaw is just 'you gotta ignore that. that's not the point of the story.'#i feel like some stuff if you try and stop to explain it...it will change the focus of the story. suddenly it's a new story#like inception. entering and creating dreams is just a thing. the story just uses it. stop to explain how or why and that's something else#there wouldn't be space for the og story itd be a story about the creation of this thing#and like. listen. there are definitely some big plot holes. some poorly written stories. not saying bad stories are just misunderstood#but idk. i think you gotta stop wanting it to be flawless. that's never gonna happen#idk it's midnight hm#text#august rambles#also i tried to move a tag and it didn't work. so if the order of things doesn't make sense that's why#critical analysis hater spotted eek!#no but actually. i do like picking apart problems in stories and figuring out why it feels wrong or how to fix it#but it's almost like you gotta pick your battles. you only get to fix a few#or like. if the story is fine except for this one thing. we just don't look at that#the holes are giving it room to breathe#i gotta stop talking yikes

YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND DONT YOU DARE LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS ITS AMAZING

Also I think there’s a huge difference between ‘This plot hole is here because the author was a poor writer’ and ‘This plot hole is here because (just like you said) our energy isn’t supposed to be focused on that’.

One of these means that the author needs to improve in this area of their craft, and the other means that if you’re getting nitpicky over a minute detail that doesn’t matter all that much you are missing the point of what they WERE trying to say and that’s on you.

ok idea. what if we gave stories a free pass for one or two plot holes. "this story thread had a big hole in it" ok good to know, that must not be the main point of the story since it's got plot holes. they must have put their attention on what they thought was the important part. time to look closer at the other parts

[from-a-reckless-writer]

RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

[readerstories]

Okay so this little thingy is inspired by the American Gigolo gifs I keep seeing on my dash and is self indulgent.

Cause searching through the tags I haven’t seen a single fic with a male reader.

So here if this little drabble that is hopefully gonna turn into an actual fic someday, not just at uhhh… *checks watch* 3 AM.

Keep in mind I have only watched a few clips here and there (and gifs ofc). But anyways, here it is;

“How old do you think I am?” Julian looks up up and down, blinks.

“30-ish?” You laugh once, taking a deep drag of your drink.

“Good to know eating healthy during the week, and taking the shit my doctor prescribes me, actually fucking works.” You set your glass down with a clink, leaning back in your chair.

“Good guess since I’m extremely flattered, but I’m 42.” Julian eyes widen in surprise, then chuckles.

“Well, colored me surprised.”

“It’s a nice color on you.” That is the most forward flirt he has gotten from you all day.

Julian knows you have been flirting with him all day, every time you have spoken really, of course he does. He considers himself a bit of an expert on these matters.

He doesn’t reciprocate, but he doesn’t shoot you down either.

Somehow, for some reason this flirting feels….. a lot lighter than what the flirting from women usually is.

Less serious.

Less like you’re expecting anything to come from it.

You’re having fun, and despite himself, Julian finds himself in a similar mindset.

[foenixs]

*crack knuckles* i’m in mx mood, thanks a lot fiona, can i please get a reaction where y’all in public and just chilling and then 👀 you touch them out of nowhere 👀 hmmm, let’s say in a restaurant and while you two waiting for food, he’s talking about his days and you just,,,, touch him. ☺️ i wanna see them boys gets flustered when you casually touch em in public skdhdjsms FOR ALL THE BOYS PLS *grabby hands* THANK YOU 💖 -cheating 🕺🏻

Monsta X reaction to You Touching Them in Public

note: sorry this took so long to upload^^ you even got renamed in the meantime but here ya go

includes- sub!Monsta x x dom!reader (Minhyuk's part if for a female reader, the rest is gender neutral), public play

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Shownu

You sneak up behind him, letting your hand slip under his shirt and rest on his chest as you bend down to leave a kiss on his cheek. He jumps to the side, your cold hands surprising him, diverting his attention from the mobile game he was playing.

Letting out a laugh you turn his chin with your pointer finger, laying a deep kiss on his lips. He wants to pull away, knowing that you two could get caught at any moment, but he couldn’t. Your lips tasted like cotton candy and your breath fanned against his cheeks like a warm summer breeze.

You let one hand dance around his nipple, lightly twisting it between two fingers as your other hand glides down to his crotch. Massaging his bulge, he groans into the kiss, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen the embrace.

“Uhhh- hyung?”, Shownu jumps up in fright, his red face turning to look at Changkyun, who was standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

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Wonho

Your hand lays still on his thigh under the dinner table as you stroke a conversation with Shownu. It was a simple touch of claim, but it drove him crazy beyond belief. He was twisting in his seat, sweating, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to calm himself down.

When Shownu bends his head down to eat, you throw a questioning glance over to your boyfriend. He could read the judgement in your eyes and smirk and he knew it was hopeless to fight his desire.

“I drank too much water, I’m gonna go to the toilet”, he declared, getting up from his seat.

He knew you couldn’t stand when he escaped your grasp, but his boner grew harder to hide and he’d rather take your punishment over the embarrassment of cumming in front of his friends.

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Minhyuk

imagine you're changkyun

It was a game between you two, seeing who could embarrass the other more in public. You’d pull his pants up so his bulge would get accentuated and he’d do the same to your shirt.

You were waiting for the perfect opportunity as he stood in line in front of you to order a coffee at Starbucks. Right as he steps towards the counter you squeeze the fabric of his jeans, but instead of laughing like he usually does he falls dead quiet, forgetting how to talk as the barista loudly clears her throat.

You step up next to him, ordering for the both of you, noticing the deep shade of red that his cheeks were tainted in as you give him a questioning side eye. Your gaze falls down upon his pants and you notice the growing reason for his embarrassment. His bulge was more prominent than usual, the outline of his hard cock being more than visible in his tight pants.

Quickly picking up your order you drag him out of the store, both of you having learned a valuable lesson.

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Kihyun

It was really his fault, he had been teasing you all day, from licking his lips to grazing your butt with his hand. He did everything to get you to snap and you had enough of his silly games.

Hugging him from behind while he was waiting backstage for a performance you place on hand right around his neck, choking him as you breathe into his ear. He gulps down, trying to escape your grasp as he doesn’t want anyone to notice what you were doing, but you tight grip keeps him close.

“Don’t ever tease me in public again or I will fuck you so hard you’ll pass out.”

You could feel him shivering under your grasp, the warning turning him on more than he’d like to admit. Pulling away you chuckle as he tries to readjust his pants.

Your words lingered in his head and he had to mentally slap himself to stay focused on the lyrics as he was performing with a boner in front of thousands of people.

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Hyungwon

He couldn’t stop goofing around, making everyone think he was high, as your hand rubbed him over his jeans. Though he was trying to deflect the attention from what you were doing to him, his unusually loud demeanour had the exact opposite effect.

Everyone was staring at him, making him melt into the seat further as your motions grew blunter and faster with every minute. He had to use all of his strength not to moan out your name.

Feeding him with your free hand you find a way to shut his mouth so the other members would go back to talking amongst themselves.

You lean against his shoulder, nestling your nose in his hair so the members couldn’t see you whispering in his ear.

“Why so nervous Wonnie? I’m barely getting started.”

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Jooheon

He was drowning in your attention, eating it up like it was his last meal. Every touch of you made him feel loved and gave him a sense of belonging. No matter here you were, he needed to have your hands on him, holding his hand, stroking his thigh, brushing through his hair.

If you ignored him for too long he’d take your hand and move it to his lap, showing you how much you affected him. He twists his head, throwing you a pout as you massaged his bulge just a little too slowly.

Worries about getting caught? Never. He loves it when you make him cum right in front of his members.

He’s so easy to break, so easy to control. Every little touch drives him insane and makes him crave more as he melts into you.

“Please, touch me more, I’ll behave and not make a sound, I promise.”

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Changkyun

Two people could play the game he started. He was rubbing over his neck all day, reminding you of the activities of last night. The hickeys that were barely covered by his shirt were exposed to your sight as he tucks on the fabric.

You walk up to him, placing one hand against his chest as you push him into a wall, leaning in to whisper against his lips. Your right hand moves down his body to grab his cock firmly, having him groan out and sink down into your palm.

“You love being a tease, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question, but he smirks anyway.

“Oh baby, you might be confident now, but you have no idea what I’ll do to you as soon as we get home. This time you won’t be able to cover up the marks that I will place so generously on your body.”

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#5

“I’m not your toy. I’ll never break.”

“Oh darling, you already have”

CW: blood mention, defiant Whumpee, uhhh dialouge lol 

Whumpee cringed back as far as they could. Their arms were chained above their head, to a point in the ceiling they never bothered to look at. Whumper smiled and leaned forward, staying in their space.

“You broke ages ago, the first time that you let yourself truly fear me. You let me into your head, whumpee. You let me hang around long after I’d gone upstairs. You hung here, afraid. You thought of me when I wasn’t around, you let my presence change your actions. You broke, Whumpee. Even if you’re the last to know it.”

Whumpee stared back at him, eyes round and wounded. They, they had said – they had promised they wouldn’t break.

“No, no I-“

“No, you no, you what? “ Whumper mocked, walking around then until Whumpee couldn’t continue to face them. “Accept it. Let it go. Compliance makes everything easier.”

Whumpee smiled. “So I’m not broken.”

Whumper paused, hands clasped behind their back. “And what makes you think that?”

“Would a broken person stand up for themself? Would a broken person still be a pain in the ass and make things as inconvenient as possible?” They said, wrapping their hands around the chains and kicking back as hard as they could. They hadn’t been able to see where Whumper was standing, but they sure felt their boot connect and heard him hit the ground.

“You say that I’m broken because I feel fear. Because I’ve thought of you when you’re not around. Well, let me counter with this. How often have you thought of me? How often have you sat upstairs behind that gigantic mahogany desk you use to compensate for something, and design ways to hurt me? Think of the one liner you’re gonna drop, research my history for hints? You might have gotten into my head, but I sure as hell also got into yours.”

Whumpee stood taller, even as they heard Whumper get back up behind them.

“You said that fear means that I’m broken. I say that’s bullshit. Fear is human. You fear – and don’t tell me that you don’t. You fear your superiors, you fear failure; you fear the thought of being forgotten. Fear is instinct, and instinct keeps me alive.”

Whumpee turned to look behind them, seeing Whumper with his hand up to his face. When he brought away his hand, there was blood.

“My instinct warned me about you, but yours failed you when it comes to me. I think we know here who’s broken.”

~ tagging @thehopelessopus for reasons lmao

288 notes • Posted 2021-02-28 22:28:36 GMT

#4

A whumper who whips whumpee raw, to the point they pass out from pain.

But that doesn’t deter whumper.

They keep going, reveling in how still and limp whumpee is. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if they’re awake for it or not, the whipping was never for them.

It was for Caretaker, standing horrified to the side.

305 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 18:24:43 GMT

#3

I now have a MIGHRY NEED for that hypnotic-voiced mer whumper, thank you xD If only there were such a thing as pinglists for prompts

CW: it as a pronoun, manipulation, noncon touch (non sexual), mind control/hypnosis. 

They sat with the water just barely lapping at their toes. It was a nice day out, calm and tranquil. Seemed like a good day to go out to the sandbar, so they had in the little boat they kept moored by the beach. It was so easy to just come here and think of nothing. It was calming, just existing with the sun and the sea.

Shimmering schools of fish darted around occasionally, or peeked out from the swaying sea grass. Sometimes there was a bird or a fin appeared for a moment, but this area was nearly untouched. A little hidden place, not very many people knew about.

They rested their chin on their knees and scooped up a handful of wet sand, slowly letting it drip out and built little unstable towers next to them. Just peaceful.

“Hello.”

Whumpee’s head shot up, shocked and confused to hear anything out here. The fell back, fingers digging into the soft sand.

A mer was out a few feet in the water, floating casually. Whumpee blinked, then rubbed their eyes with their arm. They kept staring, and the mer kept staring back. He smiled at them, slicking back dark wet hair.

“You’re a pretty young thing.”

Whumpee’s brain clicked into action and they pressed their palms firmly against their ears. They had been warned, over and over again but they had never seen a mer in person. They were breathing hard, still staring. They just couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t believe what was happening.

The mer laughed lightly, smiling at them. Even in their fear, Whumpee smiled back automatically. It didn’t move closer, didn’t act aggressive. He cocked his head to the side, blinking innocently at them, shoulders hunched in slightly.  

Whumpee swallowed, trying to calm down. He, he didn’t seem dangerous? Maybe he was friendly.

The mer glanced quickly to the left and Whumpee’s eyes automatically followed. There was nothing there. They looked back, and the mer was, closer? Maybe? It yawned and rubbed the heel of his hand all over his face, much like a kitten. Was it tired? Did you get lost? Do you need help? Whumpee thought as they yawned, too.

The mer smiled again, and waved.

Without even thinking, Whumpee waved back.

“Hands down.”

Whumpee’s hands fell immediately into their lap, eyes transfixed on the mer.

“There you are,” he murmured, finally coming closer. Whumpee’s heart was beating out of their chest, frozen in the sand. They tried to scoot away, to the other side of the sandbar, but-

“Stay.”

They stayed. Oh, oh no. Oh no oh no oh on oh.

The mer’s smile was different now, wider, sharper, predatory.

“Come,” he ordered softly, crooking a finger to lead Whumpee into the water.

Against their will, Whumpee began to crawl forward, closer to the edge of the water, unable to break the spell he had cast on them with just a few words. When they were finally close enough, the mer reached up to run a curious hand across their dry hair.

“I think I’ll keep you.”

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Me laying in bed: I have all of the ideas. My prose is astounding. I am a wealth of literary genius.

Me awake in front of my laptop: w o r b s

544 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 16:14:08 GMT

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These are so funny to me for some reason

Feets? 80% likelihood it’s a raccoon. But lil ears? Oh yeah that’s 99% raccoon babey 

ah yes. It’s easy to find them in their natural habitat. 99% probability

I think my person favorite thing about this one is how a n g e r y the boi is and how all the letter is raccoon end up looking like rooooooon. .832685 Probability. 

There are some raccoons that are just more % raccoons than others. Those poor bois in the back tho. Not even seen. And the guy in the front powerposing??? Only 56%??? Noo, that’s gotta be at least in the high 80′s. 

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—asks on beastfolks pt. 2

aaaa, my inbox…still fun tho. so uhh, feel free to keep them coming because i’m addicted to worldbuilding and you guys are my enablers.

tw / tags: postpartum depression, mental illnesses, cheating, pregnancy, long post

Oho would you be introducing us to another beastfolk chara of yours of is lady Hyena the only one? —anonymous

I answered this one here! i also recently posted one on papa bull :3 vvvv tempted to start writing a chaptered fic on him tbh…

how would beastfolks deal with their mate with postpartum depression? because you typed "well…i never did say that beastfolks are that well-versed in understanding humans’ mental health, did i?" —anonymous

nice catch! it really depends on the individual and their culture, but remember how i said that their morals differed from humans/our morals??? to the beastfolks, mental illnesses such as depression and bipolar disorders kinda…doesn’t really exist to them. or, rather, its not something they really understand??? even though they have human doctors explaining such things to them.

to most, they live with this view that, well, you gonna pull up your bootstraps and get going, suck it up buttercup, and all that.

now i’m not saying that beastfolks does not suffer from illnesses (of all kinds) because they do! their biology setups differs from ours so they experience things, particularly mental illnesses, a bit differently than we do so that also has a lot to do with their skewed views on mental illnesses. its also why most vets typically doesn’t like claiming that our pets irl have mental illnesses because again, they’re different from us (and that they cannot communicate but i digress). their brains are different, their hormone balances are different, etc. hell, they might have their own illnesses that we typically don’t have (cats’ fiv comes to mind).

now, how they would deal with their mates having postpartum depression, would depend on the individual. more empathetic ones, such as lady hyena, the lioness, and papa bull, would’ve taken their mates to the doctor and follow their instructions to the tee—though this typically happens if their mates are harming themselves in some ways, like losing appetite, unwilling to deal with their newborns, etc. more…assholery ones on the other hands, probably wouldn’t taken them to the doctor until very last minute 😬 if they have enough brain cells to see through their own pride and rush their mate to the nearest hospital, that is.

and supposed the beastfolk(s) are part of tribal / in the wild with no access to doctors…that depends, unfortunately. :\ beastfolks still have a looong way to go before they fully understand and be accepting of their humans’ needs and morals.

Would Beastfolks cheat on their humans mates? If yes , would have consequences? and what if for revenge their human mate cheat on them too ? would have consequences? —anonymous

uhhh, if a beastfolk cheated on their mate? they’re getting a version of scarlet letter on their back, basically. most of the beastfolks’ cultures condemns cheating to the point that the courts would probably favor the one who got cheated on for a change and the cheater would’ve gotten stunned from the society and even from their own families (blood related, found, mixed species family, doesn’t matter, most would disown them on the spot). so it’d be rare but it does happen.

not to say no member of every species never cheated but this also depends on the species as well for consistency sake. most canine-based species are mate-for-life and “mate sharers”, as would most bird species, but most ferocious serial cheaters would have to be rodent/lagomorphs-based (like rats and rabbits), and ape/monkey-based species though to the point that they would be used as an insult toward the cheater lol

if a human ever cheated on their beastfolk mate/owner…rip. they’d be locked away in the beastfolk’s home and be badly punished tbf. doesn’t matter if they got cheated on. it’s just better for the human to oust their cheating beastfolk spouse instead. lets the society do the humiliating.

cheating, like i said, is taken as a serious offense in most of their world.

now…if its a human cheating on their human spouse…er, beastfolks would shake their heads and call them a shitshow. it might actually give an interested beastfolk a legal leeway to swoop in and take the victim for themselves, since the human who married another human (need a term for this one) typically have legal protections—mainly for sake of keeping human population up. no beastfolks can touch them, not without facing legal consequences anyway.

What human food Beastfolks likes most? And what human food they really hate? —anonymous

depends on the species actually! 

canine-species beastfolks cannot tolerate chocolate and garlic, for example! they gets real sick from eating those. beastfolks’ diets typically parallels their irl counterparts, so like…cats irl cannot have our coffee or eat any citrus fruits, cat-based beastfolks cannot have them either.

now, they DO have their own alternatives though (the lioness have to have her coffees lol, but they needed to be made with cat-friendly version of our caffeine), some of it that humans cannot tolerate either lol.

likes/favorite foods depends on the individuals though. like, i do imagine lady hyena being a huge fan of her mate’s carrot cake recipe, but straight up hate the storebrought’s ones. both she and the lioness are nuts over burgers and chinese takeouts, but the lioness doesn’t like pizzas because cheesy textures bothers her. lady hyena doesn’t mind pizzas and sometimes like having some pineapples on them. neither can have garlic and onions on them though.

soooo all depends on the individual!

I want to ask if the human give more attention to the children than to their Yandere Beastfolks would they become jealous and territorial even with their own children😅? 🖤 —anonymous

depends on the individual! I highly doubt characters like the lioness, lady hyena, and papa bull would be too upset by their human mates’ overattentions on their children. they pretty much expected it and…what’s to say they couldn’t pull their mates away and make them to give them their attentions as well?

but, im sure there are quite an amount of beastfolks that do get upset by it. i want to say its more common with those who never grew up with other children or even raised them (my forementioned characters had all grew up in a pack filled with children and papa bull raised five of his on his own after his wife passed). those are the ones who doesn’t know what to expect with being a (first time) parent and might be over their heads.

and i’m sure that sadly there are also beastfolks who never wanted children in the first place but their instincts compelled them to take responsibilities. those would probably be the most harshest ones to for their human mates to deal with, when it comes to balancing acts between attentions on their child/ren and attention on their mate.

What would the Beastfolks do if their human mate wants to break up? Like just wanna be friends with they and nothing more . 🧐 —anonymous

that’d…probably be fairly rare, to have a successful break-up and staying friends afterward, but i’m sure there are quite a few civil resolutions. break-ups happens more commonly with those still in high/middle schools though, because most beastfolks are still understanding their own wants, needs, and their instincts. college-aged and older? beastfolks already know what and who to look for. they follow their instincts and unless their desired human is already taken by another beastfolk* or married to another human, the human is most likely out of luck.

*they can still complete with their rival beastfolk, if the relationship with human isn’t documented as either married or pet and the beastfolk’s scent doesn’t run that deep in the human (more on that in a bit).

This is very silly but I want to ask what would be the reactions of Beastfolks with a human mate that is a messy eater. 👉👈 —anonymous

…had you ever seen how wild animals eat irl? i highly doubt a good amount of them even care, lol, at least not in their private homes. might be something else if in a formal setting or something tho.

Beastfolks live more than humans? If their kid said like” I hate mom ! She’s gonna leave me” to their human mate. What would be their feelings about this ? They would become paranoid? would reprimand their child for that?it's pretty tragic if you think about it 🥲 —anonymous

nope! they share the same lifespan, more or less!! so…rip humans, you’re stuck with your beastfolk mates forever.

What happened with the mother and father of lady hyena ? 🧐 —anonymous

who knows. i don’t think lady hyena really know who her father is tbh and her mom might still be around, actually. probably retired from the hyena clan’s political matters and is out there living her life and partying it up with older folks her age. she might be lady hyena and her mate’s kids’ babysitter every so often too.

again, who knows. family background isn’t usually something i really think about that much.

Would the Beastfolks let their human mate uses birth control ? I know it’s a pretty random question  🤷‍♀️ —anonymous

its actually encouraged by the doctors after their human mates gave birth, for at least several month! that way, they can recover and heal for next pregnancy should they want another one soon. there are also birth controls for both amab beastfolks and humans available if they really don’t want to have kids but still have breeding kinks.

so, yes! depends on the characters (since there are baby trapping beastfolks too😬), ofc, but its not a forbidden subject at all.

Why most beastfolks doesn’t like touching humans that had already been claimed before anyway? —anonymous

well, good question, it’s not so much with them being disgusted by it but it’s instinctive for them not to cross the one who claimed the human before. most beastfolks can smell scents, so if the former owner’s scent still lingers (which can last for a long time after their passing / disappearance), they…keep their distances basically and their instincts dampened the idea of taking the human for themselves.

now that i think about it, i do wonder if it wouldn’t be too farfetched in some parts of the world to quarantine the human so that scent can fade and the human would’ve been up for rehoming.

Idk if that’d be that common though because that’s taxpayers money tunneling into what people may perceive as a waste since the quarantine may take a good long time and human would have to have their needs covered and be provided for. it’d been quicker to just card the human as independent and let them be on their way. let nature to take its course, so to speak, and see what’d happen afterward.

i’d have to think more about this one, for sure.

Would Beastfolks to use humans like service dogs?

hi i asked the other question about whether beastfolks would use humans as service dog. however I would like to expand the question. would Beastfolks use humans as Service, Therapy & Emotional Support pets? P.S:because you typed "brutal mistreatments in some of the zoos (mostly those that were horribly ran and private owned), only a good amount of survivors never did forgive humans for that.""some of them did (sorta) change their tunes if / when they claimed a human though” —anonymous

i don’t see why not! they do have animals there (which may be awkward for some to think about, so you can imagine them as some kind of alien-looking animals instead if you want), but humans are pretty versatile! so i don’t doubt that there’d be many beastfolks who would love having their service, therapy, and / or emotional support humans doubling as their lovers lol

but when i made that remark, i was referring to them deciding to adopt a pet. i once knew an individual who made progresses in their childhood traumas with dog bites by…adopting a dog. admittedly, i thought that was odd at first, but that sort of thing was agreed on between the individual and their therapist. they actually looked pretty happy finally overcoming their lifelong fear of dogs last i saw them.

so i sorta borrowed that idea for the traumatized beastfolks. i doubt it’d work for everyone and some of them might actually just stuck with exposure therapies and never moved past that and leave humans be. still, as more and more commonplace human pets becomes, i’m sure a good amount of the zoo victims (those who were in very shitty zoos that is) would’ve considered trying to adopt after seeing other beastfolks being pretty happy with theirs. had all of them gone through it? no, but thinking about it is still progress for them.

I was scrolling down and I was NOT prepared to see that drawing of papa bull :O omg —anonymous

LOL, sorry!?? maybe i should’ve put that under readmore. whoops. 

How many children the bull dilf wants with his human pet? 👀 PS: 🪦 darling. —anonymous

…LOL uhhh…3+?💦 papa bull really do love being a dad tbh and watching his kids to grow up and be strong and happy adults. you know that iconic Dad Pride everyone wanted in their life? because thats him. hes the ideal dad everyone wants and be loved and supported by without judgment but with 100% love and pride for his kids. he doesnt gaf if his kids are lbgt+, what style or music they’re into, differing political opinions—he will respect and love all of his kids no matter what.

getting his mate pregnant is just a vvvv nice bonus for him tho.

[funnuraba]

Quick guide to SAVING LIVEJOURNAL/OTHER FAN CONTENT with THE WAYBACK MACHINE:

(quick note: Tumblr content is honestly much more at risk, so if you have the stomach to try finding things on Tumblr, you can also use this method on that and do some good work)

Uhhh this got long, so look for the bolded parts if you’re not here for a long read lol.

Okay so, at some point, LJ is going under. Or at least all the gay stuff they can find on there. More to the point, PHOTOBUCKET, TINYPIC, IMAGESHACK.... all of those have left huge scars in the records of LJ fandom. So I’ve been using the fact that the Wayback Machine lets you save outlinks if you sign up with the Internet Archive! (Free!)

There’s a Save Page Now function! Good places to use it on include:

Rec lists

People’s masterlists of their own fics/art/meta

Somebody’s well-organized LJ Memories (the page you save needs to contain direct links to the posts you want to save, so if there are sublevels in the Memories you need to go as deep as possible)

community profiles

Every page of a community, if you really feel like it--I’ve been doing this with some small comms, but it’s.... less than feasible with big communities.

Check the “Save Outlinks” button, and the WB will also save links from the page you enter! You can get a lot of stuff at once. Unfortunately there’s a limit on the number of links it’ll grab, but it’s better than nothing. You’ll also see a lot of ERROR!s and it’s annoying. When it’s a Job Failed you can try the page again later.

I don’t know yet how it picks the outlinks to save, so maybe it’s random and you could eventually get all of them by Saving repeatedly??? I’m pretty sure it tries to start at the top, though, because communities with a huge list of tags in their layout are probably not worth your time: I’ve been trying to get stuff from the KKM Fanfic Challenge comm, but.... well, look at it. Trying to save any page with outlinks just picks up a whooooole bunch of those tags on the sidebar, and barely any actual posts. No matter what kind of URL you put in, that sidebar’s always there. You’d have to save each post individually to get every fic. Hope LJ’s not going anywhere fast!

Community profiles are among the most important, because that gives us a lot of info like how many members are left (after years of bleeding users) and how many comments and posts there were in the community! Unfortunately this method is REALLY BAD for art and icons--lots of them are just gone with tinypic and people’s personal LJ albums. Also the WB isn’t good with images in general and there’s no real alternative. But the profiles of icon communities, plus fanfics, meta, stuff like that: a lot of it left to be grabbed! Big main community profiles are best, because they often listed other smaller communities for the same fandom. Saving the big profile with Outlinks will pick up the profile links of all those smaller communities!

Sometimes the big community profiles will just make you sad. Try to soldier on. (If you’re really committing to this, don’t forget that smaller comms will also have even smaller comms listed as affiliates that never made it into the Big Fandom Community’s profile. You can come back later and Save their profiles directly. Sometimes they also have links to fanlistings and other rare things that are also useful to have saved!)

If you can think of a small community, you can also use the method of saving every page, which takes some work and time: you have to save the skip=10 URL, and after that skip=30, skip=50, etc. Then come back later and do skip=20, skip=40, skip=60, etc. The reason for this is that the Wayback Machine will only save one single URL every 30 minutes. So if you’re saving outlinks from skip=30, you’ll also get an incomplete snapshot of skip=20 and skip=40, minus all the important links on skip=20 and skip=40. Obviously, this isn’t much fun and works only with small comms. But it does save a lot of text.

Here’s the type of stuff you’ll get:

a saved PROFILE url: This is good! It saves info about how active a user or community was. In this case it was a user, but the profile is info they chose to put front and center, and the WB isn’t gonna crawl any deeper and grab personal posts from 2004 or anything. (You’ll get a lot of user profiles that aren’t really necessary when using this method.)

a modified POST url: Also good, but you’re gonna get a ton of duplicates on these due to how many different ways LJ would link to a single post. The style=mine doesn’t alter the content. You’ll also see lots of “#cutid1″, which of course is the link left by an LJ-cut. That’s fine, it gets the post. The content of posts 82379 is safe! (but NOT all the nested comments!)

a comment link (in this case dreamwidth which isn’t in danger, but the same format): This saved both the post itself (79392) and a comment thread (131360). You probably can’t get every comment thread just because the WB is bad at unfolding LJ threads, but this does contain the post itself. If you don’t see the plain post URL itself in the list of saved URLS once WB is done saving outlinks, but you do see a comment link: that comment link also has the original post! You don’t need to keep trying!

a journal’s tag link: This is less useful. It saves a snapshot of the tag page itself, but nothing deeper. Any content under an LJ cut or in the comments is not saved. There’s no way to keep these from saving, though. Just keep in mind, that tag in the picture doesn’t mean that the fics this person linked to have been saved. You’ll have to enter the tag link URL itself into the Wayback Machine’s SAVE page for that.

ERROR! JOB FAILED.: These are annoying! Most likely nothing was saved. Unless a comment link was successfully saved, you’ll have to copy-paste the URL that failed and put it into the SAVE page.

LIVE PAGE IS NOT AVAILABLE: There’s nothing you can do unless this URL was already saved somewhere.

BUT WHAT ABOUT IMAGES????

The passage of time means it’s probably too late. Imageshack and Tinypic took out a huge chunk of images on LJ, and PhotoBucket tried to make people pay them by putting big ol’ watermarks on all pictures except those hosted by premium users. It didn’t work and they said sorry, but the watermarks are still there. Lol. If you right-click +Open image in new tab, the watermark goes away, but who wants to do that with every single image? Also, the Wayback Machine sucks with big images and there’s no alternative at the moment.

If you’re lucky enough to find some holy grail like a big post of 1000 icons hosted on someone’s premium Photobucket, you could save a snapshot of the page. Wayback Machine lets you check that as an option, but IF YOU SAVE A SNAPSHOT WITH A TOOL LIKE “GoFullPage”: I find that GoFullPage, at least, will save you a big long image with no Photobucket watermarks! But you’ll have to save that image yourself, or store it somewhere, so keep that in mind.

Also, the snapshot means no animated gifs--although if you want to save those, they’ll be tiny little LJ icon gifs, so pretty easy to store on your own computer.