#want to try me again and pretend there's nothing to this

[ahyperactivehero]

had a really shitty day, so here's a sneak peek of my amnesia!Edwin fic I've been working on

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“Left!” the boy screamed.

Edwin went right.

“Fuck!” the boy screamed. Still, he chased after Edwin.

“Shit, okay. That’s my bad, I might have fucked that up,” the boy said. “But it really was the other way, mate. We gotta loop back around.” Edwin could hear the faint fluttering of pages as he flipped through something that looked like a notebook. “There’s gotta be another way, right? Something to get us back to that hall?”

Edwin didn’t answer. Instead, he forced his legs to move faster, to pump harder. He ignored the way old porcelain bit into his feet, the way he scraped the tops of his toes on the ground after he stumbled over a piece of himself the demon had left behind.

He could hear the other boy gag at the image and curse as Edwin put some distance between them. “Edwin!” he said. And God, when he said his name like that Edwin almost felt like he knew him. That he wasn’t just a spawn of Hell trying to trick him.

Because who else could have said his name like that? With that much panic and concern and–

His foot hit a divot in the cement and down he went. He could feel his ankle snap as he hit the ground, his palms and knees scraping against the rough surface, leaving bits and pieces behind. 

“Fuck, Edwin,” the boy said, his words nothing more than a harsh burst of air. Not even a moment later he was at Edwin’s side, his hands flitting over him as he tried to decide how to help.

But Edwin didn’t want his help.

“Get away from me!” Edwin cried out, swiping at him with his bloodied palm. The demon was coming, Edwin knew, and it was going to be so angry. Whatever game Hell was playing with this boy was useless now, Edwin had figured out the trick. He could stop pretending like he cared about him.

Something broke in the boy’s expression. “E-Edwin,” he said, his words stuttering out of him. Those damn hands didn’t stop trying to help him, though, as they grabbed onto Edwin’s arm and started to pull him up. “Come on, mate. We gotta keep going.”

Edwin shoved him away and stayed seated out of spite. At least now if the demon got him it was going to be because of his own volition.

“Edwin!” the boy said, almost chastising him. “This isn’t funny, come on.”

What part of Edwin looked like he was joking? 

“I would rather get ripped apart than play this game with you,” he spat, letting all of the venom he was capable of sink into his words. 

The boy’s face crumpled at his words. It was as if Edwin had somehow found the exact worst thing to say to him, like he’d not only stabbed him but twisted the knife on the way out.

He could see the boy’s mouth open, likely to say his name again, but Edwin didn’t want to hear it. The demon rose up behind him, its heavy form clinging to the ceiling for a moment before reaching a limb down to snag Edwin with, somehow completely missing the other boy.

At least Edwin had confirmed that they were working together now. 

The last thing he saw before he died was the boy, red faced from screaming as he reached out for Edwin.

It almost looked like he was sad.

[melminli]

Dirty Cash (Money Talks)

summary - you had nothing against your colleague, but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by his innocent smile and appearance since you knew exactly what kind of corrupt person was hiding behind that costume. after all, you were wearing the same one.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. recruiter reader

word count: 1.4k

contains: talk about gambling + death and murder, sexual tension?, crack and just evil morals tbh

a/n: i watched maybe the first fifteen minutes or so of bullet train, but i thought of the two funny dudes from it while writing this bcuz their dynamic was funny af. also, i will use the actor's name in this fic since the character itself doesn't really have an official one that was mentioned in the series!

You straightened your tie with your free hand while watching your train approach from the side. The station was always pretty empty at this hour, which saved you the jostling and squeezing as you entered. After that, you sat down comfortably with a light sigh - next to the free seat beside your devilishly handsome colleague. “Are you alright? Don't tell me that you had a exhausting day?” he asked you worriedly with his typical innocent smile on his face but you've known the guy for a while now and you knew exactly how dishonest he sounded right now.

You returned his gaze for a second, uninterested, before turning it back in front of you to observe your surroundings from the window. “Exhausting day? Don't make fun of me or I'll punch you in the face,” you replied monotone and Gong Yoo didn't doubt your statement for a second - or Ji-choel as you preferred to call him since you weren't a big fan of nicknames. “I had a great time punching those bastards in the face one by one. It feels kinda therapeutic, so I'm actually feeling pretty good right now,” you told him, talking about the subject as if you were talking about the weather.

Your colleague grunted with delight at your good news. “And I would never disagree with you on that.” he said and then just watched your figure silently for a while before speaking up again. “Since you're in such a good mood, would you be willing to play a more private game between the two of us?” he suggested, making you look at him in utter disbelief.

“A private game? With you?” you repeated, amused and laughed in his face. “Hell, no. But don't worry, I'll let you know next time I want to get totally screwed by a pervert freak,” you added, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Which will be, never.

“Come on, don't be like that,” he asked you sweetly. As sweet as the wolf who pretended to be the mother of the seven little goats before he ate them all one by one. “It's just a tiny, harmless game. It's been so long since we've played anything together.” he complained to you earnestly as if you actually cared, and you didn't.

Yeah, you remembered the last time very clearly, even if you preferred that you didn't. You hummed. “Is that so? Huh. I mean, it could be because you almost killed me in a fucking game of tic-tac-toe the last time, but that's just a theory.” You said with a shrug, clearly still resenting him for that. However, he just rolled his eyes unaffected by your grudge. “But you didn't, right? It was the other guy who got the bullet in his head.” He replied, not even remembering his name. Not that he had to.

You just glared at him while you rubbed your forehead. “Yeah, maybe. But I'm tired of risking my life just because it makes you horny and you can jerk off to it.” You made your feelings on the matter clear. “You know that the whole living on the edge of death thing isn't really my cup of tea. At least try to understand me a bit here, too.”

I suppose she's not entirely wrong, I could give it a try. I never thought about it like that before, did I? He thought to himself in his head as he ran his tongue over the back of his teeth while he pondered. How selfish of me. “So what exactly do I have to do, to convince you?” He asked you while he already had a few ideas in mind.

You grinned. “You know that very well, don't play dumb.” You demanded as you leaned closer to him so that he could hear what you were singing softly. “Money talks, money talks - Dirty cash, I want you, and dirty cash, I need you, oh ~”

He raised an eyebrow, not particularly surprised. “So you want to play for money?” He repeated it, not outright rejecting your request. “Don't you have enough of that already? You're really insatiable when it comes to cash and now you want mine, too?.” he joked just to get you worked up.

Though, you didn't get the slightest bit offended by what he said. “Can you ever have enough money? Besides, I'm not forcing you to give it to me, am I?” you said with a smile, already knowing that he would agree to your terms. “But if you want me to play with you, I want eight million won for every round I win.”

She's so greedy for someone who is already more than wealthy. “Aren't you exaggerating a bit? Most people don't earn that much in a month,” he continued his act of - whatever this was - because he just loved arguing with you.

“So? We both have the same salary, I know you can afford it,” you said, holding a hand in the air as soon as you felt that he wanted to stretch this unnecessary conversation even more. “You have to decide now what you want to do or I withdraw my proposal again.”

Gong Yoo closed his mouth and started grinning even wider. “You don't even want to know what kind of game I want to play?” he asked curiously, nodding and accepting whatever you wanted as soon as he saw that you actually weren't interested. You couldn't even imagine how gladly he gave in to you at this moment. “All right, I agree with your request.”

You stood up with your briefcase in hand after your station was announced. “Good. Text me when you have something in mind, I'll be there as long as it fits timewise.”

Your colleague continued to watch you with a look on his face that used to make you more than just uncomfortable back in the day - though it didn't even bother you in the slightest now. “You don't want to accompany me to the...office?”

You smiled while the train started to slow down. “Au revoir, Ji-cheol.” you just said your goodbye to him and stepped out of the doors. You didn't even spare the poor guy a second glance when he waved his hand at you from the window. She can be so heartless sometimes, he thought to himself, even if you were like this pretty much all the time. I'll have to think of something good to ask for in return should I win. I'm definitely not going to hold back when there's this much money at stake.

You didn't give a second thought to anything as you made your way home after a day's work like any normal citizen would do. However, your steps slowed considerably when you noticed a beggar in your field of vision and even though the rest of the crowd ignored the man and his entire existence, you couldn't help but focus your full attention on him. You looked at your watch, I've actually been off work for a while now. But even then, you couldn't help but notice that he was one of the people on your list to recruit for the game. He'll still be here tomorrow, but I don't really mind another round of Ddakji. I love money more then anything - but I'm not doing this job for only that.

“Excuse me,” you spoke to the man with a polite smile on your face, and he only submissively avoided your gaze as he listened to you. After all, one rarely approached people like him and why would they? He held his cup of loose change out in front of him, probably expecting you to give him a small donation, but you wanted to give him so much more than that. Even if the guy didn't know it right now - you wanted to give him another chance in life, so that he wouldn't continue to be just a miserable failure.

You ignored his donation cup. “I was wondering if you might have a moment because I'd like to make you an offer,” you continued politely and the man met your gaze at that. Yeah, you were really looking forward to what was about to happen - after all, you were known for letting your opponent only win if you allowed them to.

[two-birds-and-a-bush]

you smile as you watch him from your vantage point on the couch. the bulge of his diaper is visible under the size-larger-than-usual jeans he's wearing, and it's shifting quite a bit under his pants as he steps from foot to foot while he searches for something on the bookshelf. you're sure he's trying to be subtle, but you know exactly what's going on, and it's turning you on like nothing else.

finally he selects a book and settles down on the couch next to you, a pained expression twisting his face. you smile and put your hand on his knee, casually pulling his legs open, which of course causes him to whine and slam them shut again. you smile. "something wrong, baby? you look a little tense."

"it's nothing," he mutters, jiggling his leg.

you decide to drop the matter, knowing that the longer you can spin this out, the more delicious the end results will be. he opens his book and you go back to scrolling on your phone, watching him out of the corner of your eye the whole time. he's squirming more and more; he must know he's being wildly obvious about the problem at this point, but he's still too shy to say anything directly. you can't help but notice that he's barely turned a page in the time since he's sat down, and he's bouncing his leg constantly, occasionally letting out a whimper and pressing his legs even tighter together as an especially strong urge seems to hit him. you're rubbing your legs together too, barely resisting the urge to slip your own hand into your pants at the sight of his desperation.

it's more this than anything that leads you to push the game further. "hey babe, could you get me a glass of water?"

he gives you a desperate look, but he can't deny the request without giving up his secret. slowly, as if every move pains him, he puts down the book and stands up, wincing as the inevitable surge of desperation hits him. with small steps, he shuffles to the kitchen, occasionally pausing to bounce in place a little, and you watch gleefully as he takes a glass out of the cupboard and reluctantly makes his way to the sink. as he turns his back to you to turn on the tap, you slip a hand between your own legs and start teasing yourself over your pants, biting your lip to mute your own moan when he starts frantically dancing from foot to foot as the sound of the running water hits his ears. he hurries back to you and hands you the glass, then jams both hands between his legs with a whine.

you take only a sip before pretending to finally notice his distress. "are you sure you're okay, honey? it really seems like something's wrong. you can tell me, you know."

he shakes his head, stubbornly pressing his knees together. "I'm fine!"

"well, alright," you say. "you know, I'm not actually that thirsty after all. do you want the rest of this water?"

his eyes flare with panic. "no, I'm okay--"

"you need to make sure you're hydrated, baby. when's the last time you drank something?"

"I-- I don't know--"

"see, that just means you need to drink more. come on, drink up." you press the glass into his hand, and he takes one reluctant sip before he stops to bend forward and squeeze his legs together, pushing the glass back at you so he can use both his hands to hold himself again. "I-I'm sorry, I can't!"

you prop your chin on your hand and smile sweetly at him. "and why would that be, baby?"

"because-- because I need to pee!" he cries, and the words are music to your ears (and your lower regions too). with this admission he doubles down on the potty dance, hopping frantically from foot to foot, alternately crossing one leg over the other as he whines in pure desperation.

"oh, baby," you croon in mock sympathy. "it's okay, you've got your diaper on. come and sit in my lap, and just try to relax. you can pee in your diaper, it's okay."

he shuffles over and positions himself in your lap, whining as he bucks his hips against yours to help him hold. the friction is too much for you to keep your composure anymore; you groan into his shoulder as you grab his hips, pulling him closer to you and grinding against him. he moans, though you can't tell if it's due to desperation or arousal.

"let go, baby," you murmur, as he pulls back to grab the front of his pants and whimpers. "just let go. it's okay."

"I--I can't--"

"you can, baby. you're wearing a diaper, it will hold all your pee. just relax, let it alllll flow out, soak that nice thick diaper--"

he gasps, and you hear a spurt of pee shoot out before he frantically presses into you to stop the flow, holding himself even tighter, and god, you thought you were turned on before. "no, I mean, I really can't-- I--"

you raise an eyebrow. this sounds new, not a part of play you were expecting. is something genuinely wrong?

"I-I-I," he blushes, and uses his free hand to cover his eyes, "I, I already used my diaper earlier, and I was too embarrassed to tell you, so now it's already full and I... I need a new one right now!"

"oh g-god," you manage as the full scope of the situation hits you and you thrust your hips into his, swept off your feet with lust by the knowledge that he might actually be about to wet through his pants if you don't do something quickly. "oh, baby, I," you grit your teeth and force yourself to go back into your role, "I've gotta get you changed right now then. come on, come with me."

he hops off your lap, dancing, both hands jammed between his legs, and runs in front of you to the bedroom where you keep your supplies, whimpering as the first spurts start to leak out of his diaper and wet the thighs of his pants. "I can't, I can't, it's coming out, I can't..."

"you can, baby, you can," you gasp as you dig through the drawers for a fresh diaper and whip his changing pad onto the ground. he steps onto it, dancing desperately. "just lie down for me and I'll get you a fresh diaper to pee in. you're so close, baby, just lie down."

he whines and clutches himself, thighs clamped together, eyes screwed shut with effort as he lowers himself down onto the mat. you kneel down next to him and start undoing the buttons of his jeans, but his hands are in the way, and he whimpers when you try to move them away. "baby, I'm going to need you to move your hands if you want me to change you."

"I can't, I can't, I need to pee so bad--"

"hold it," you say, as you grab his wrists and move his hands away, going back to undoing his jeans as fast as you can. he shoves his hands into the front of his diaper to hold himself anew, but despite his best efforts the leak on his pants is getting bigger, and just as you get his pants open and start undoing a tab on his diaper he gasps. "it's coming out, it's coming out, it's-- it's--"

"hold it, baby--"

"I can't," and that's when you hear hissing as his poor overstretched bladder empties into his soaked diaper, which of course starts leaking into his pants almost immediately. you groan at the sight of his pee overflowing the diaper, and pull the sodden diaper off as you lay yourself next to him, pulling his body over yours so his pee streams onto your pants, soaking you as well as him. "just pee on me, baby, let it all out. good boy. good boy, good baby, you did so good trying to hold it for me. just go ahead and pee."

his lips find yours, and he's still peeing as your hands roam freely over one another's bodies, humping and grinding against each other among the puddles and soaked clothing and diapers.

diapered bf who is new to using them in front of you getting increasingly squirmy and obviously potty dancing, but when you try to get him to relax he just gets more and more upset until he finally has to admit that he used his diaper earlier and was too embarrassed to tell you, so he needs a new one right now

[morgana-larkin]

Alright my fellow horny tumblr peeps, here's some smut to start the new year with part 2 of Mommy dearest! So here it is and it's incredibly fluffy and smutty. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I keep getting an error message when trying to update my Lisa masterlist so imma split up Melissa and Chessy fics instead of putting them together.

Part 1

Mommy Dearest - Part 2

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, mommy kink

Words: 5.55k

You and Melissa are sitting on the couch and she pulls you in for another kiss. She pulls back when you both hear a groan and you look beside you to see Becca there covering her eyes.

“Ever since you two got together last week, you do nothing but kiss.” Becca complains.

“And what exactly do you do when you go see your boyfriend, play pretend?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“I’m not kissing my daughter’s best friend in front of said daughter.” She says and Melissa smiles at her daughter’s reaction.

“Said daughter doesn’t have to stay at the house or in the room.” Melissa tells her.

“You invited me to stay for movie night, the movie is still playing.” She says and points to the tv that was indeed playing a movie.

“I forgot that there was a movie playing.” You say and Melissa smirks.

“So did I.” She says and you pull her in for another kiss.

“I’m out.” Becca says as she gets up and grabs her bag. “I’m gonna go have sex with my boyfriend.” Becca tells you and Melissa quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Careful, I’m still your mother and definitely know guys who can kill him without a trace.” Melissa tells her and then Becca huffs before leaving. “I sometimes forget how much like me she is.” Melissa tells you before she pulls you in for a kiss. She gets you to lay on your back, on the couch while she gets on top and she continues making out with you. She pulls back when you start moaning and you whimper. “I would love to go further but I want to take you out on a date first.” She tells you and you huff.

“You’ve had all week to do that.” You say and she moves the strands on your face out of the way. “You didn’t do that and now I want to go further with you.” You tell her and pull her in for a kiss. She pulls back after a few seconds and you groan.

“I’m still going to take you out on a date first, tomorrow night.”

“We’ve known each other for 4 years.” You complain and she giggles.

“Yes but I want to know you more personally.” She says and she boops your nose.

“You know you can know me more personally if we have sex.” 

“Nice try.” She says and she sits up. You sit up as well and she wraps an arm around you and she pulls you close to her. You push her backwards and you end up getting her on her back and you go to kiss her neck and Melissa giggles. “How horny are you?” She asks and you look at her.

“I’ve never had sex because I keep thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for 4 years.” You tell her and kiss her neck again.

“Well I promise we can do it after our date tomorrow.” She tells you and you reluctantly pull away.

“Pinky promise?” You ask her while holding out your pinky. She links her pinky with yours with a smile.

“Pinky promise.” She says. You then immediately go and kiss her neck and she laughs. “What did we just talk about?” She says and you pull back. 

“You said no sex, you never said anything about teasing.” You tell her with a mischievous smile and then go back to kissing her neck.

“Oh you’re going to be the death of me.” Melissa says.

“I like kissing and teasing you.” You tell her and she smiles before pushing you back.

“If you keep teasing me then I’ll take you right here, but I’m trying to be respectful enough to my daughter’s best friend.” She tells you. “As well as you deserve someone who’s willing to take you out on a date first.” She adds and you pout.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You complain and she giggles.

“Just common courtesy to take a pretty girl out on a date before ravishing her until she can’t walk.” She says seductively and you feel your mouth dry and pussy extremely wet. “Did I leave the pretty girl speechless?” She asks with a slight tease to her voice.

“So you want to tease but make me wait?” You ask her and she nods. 

“I mean you want to tease me as well.” She counters and you think about it.

“Ok, how about we see who folds first tomorrow night?” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I think you’ve already folded.” She tells you.

“I said tomorrow night.” You tell her.

“Ok, I’m listening.” 

“We go on a date but let’s tease each other to see who folds first.” You suggest and she smiles.

“I like this idea, ok, it’s on.” She says and you shake hands with her to seal the deal.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch together before Melissa calls it a night and she goes to her bedroom. You decide to get ready for bed and then head to the basement to turn in for the night. 

“Mom!” You hear as you’re having breakfast with Melissa the next morning.

“In here, honey.” Melissa says and then you see Becca walking in, looking a little flustered.

“Mom, Will’s mother is in town and wants to meet me tonight.” She tells Melissa.

“Well you two have been going out for a year so it’s not surprising.” Melissa tells her daughter.

“I’ve never met my partner’s mother before.” She says as she sits down in a seat beside Melissa.

“Just be yourself, honey.” 

“Well you’re supposed to say that because you’re my mom.” Becca says and then looks at you.

“What are you looking at me for? Your mom is my first partner.” You tell her and then Melissa holds your hand while facing her daughter.

“Just be yourself and if she doesn’t like you then that’s her problem.” Melissa explains to her.

“What if she doesn’t like me and makes Will break up with me?” She asks.

“Jeez Bec, the only times you were this stressed was when we were studying for exams.” You tell her and she groans.

“If she doesn’t like you and Will breaks up with you because of her then that’s their loss not yours. But just be yourself and also see if you want to put up with that side of the family as well.” Melissa says and Becca nods.

“Ok, thanks.” 

“Did you already have breakfast or do you want something to eat?” Melissa offers.

“I’ll go make myself breakfast.” Becca says and gets up.

“Do you not like my cooking anymore?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“You know I like your cooking but it’s just breakfast. I’ll always let you handle dinner.” Becca says.

“Oh speaking of dinner, Y/n and I are going out tonight so if you still have a boyfriend tonight then you might want to stay at his place.” Melissa tells her and Becca’s eyes widen.

“Do you have to keep traumatising me?!?!” Becca complains and then quickly goes into the kitchen.

“She’s taking this better than I thought?” You say and Melissa laughs before she continues eating.

*A few hours later*

“I can’t believe she won’t say where she’s taking you.” Becca says as she��s helping you pick out an outfit. “It would make this a whole lot easier.” 

“You know what would also make this easier?” You say to her. “If you weren’t her daughter. That way you would help me dress up slutty but cute.” 

“Dude, my mom already can’t keep her hands off of you. So even if you dress in a long shirt and sweatpants then she’ll still want to do you.” Becca says and you chuckle. “But if you want to dress a bit slutty, then how about that almost skin tight pink crop top that shows off your cleavage and those high waisted black shorts that stop just at your belly button? That outfit got you a ton of kisses at that party.” Becca tells you.

“Not a bad idea.” You tell her and go find it. You change into it as well as put on your best push up bra and then show her the outfit. “What do you think?” You tell her.

“Like you’re trying to get laid.” She says and you smile.

“It’s perfect then.” You say and then go to your makeup table. 

“Now sit still.” Becca says as she picks out eyeshadow to match your outfit. “I think pink eyeshadow and then a little black wing tip would be perfect.” She says and you nod. She picks out the perfect pink and applies it before putting on the eyeliner. “Would you stop moving your eyes?” She tells you with annoyance. “I remember how it was putting on your makeup for that party.” She adds and you smile.

“But I made out with so many girls so wasn’t it worth it?” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“I guess.” She adds a bit of mascara, blush and then some lip gloss. “There, I think you’re done.” She says and you look in the mirror. 

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You’re still my best friend, even if you are going to be doing my mom tonight.” She says and you smile at her.

“And I’ll tell you absolutely nothing about it.” You say and she shakes her head.

“And I thank you for that.” She says. “Now let's finish up with your hair.” She adds and you nod.

Becca makes her way upstairs where Melissa is waiting on the couch.

“Bye mom, have fun tonight.” Becca says and then she instantly regrets saying that.

“Hey, honey, come here for a second.” Melissa says and she makes her way over to her daughter. “I do want to thank you for your support. Still being her best friend and still wanting me to be your mom.”

“Well I love you both and I’m happy that you make each other happy.” Becca tells her and Melissa hugs her. Becca hugs her back and then realises the time. “I gotta go meet his mom right now.” Becca says into the hug when Melissa won’t let her pull back. 

“Alright, fine. If he breaks up with you though then I’ll break his car lights.” Melissa tells her and Becca smiles at that.

“Or I’ll borrow your bat and do that myself.” She counters and Melissa smiles warmly.

“That’s my girl.” She says and then Becca goes to the door. 

“By the way, you look great.” She tells her mom then leaves.

“Hey Melissa.” You say after Becca leaves and Melissa turns around. Melissa is frozen in place after she eyes you up and down and you walk up to her. “What do you think?” You ask her and she swallows after a second.

“Oh fuck, I might fold first tonight.” She says and you smirk before you look at her outfit. She’s wearing black leather pants and a green tank top that gives you an amazing view of her big cleavage and of her arms as well.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling like I might fold soon.” You tell her and she smirks before she wraps an arm around you and leads you to her car. She opens up the passenger side door for you and you get in after giving her a kiss. 

She takes you to a moderately nice place and looks at you. “If I went any nicer then I wouldn’t be able to wear my leather pants.” She says and you smile.

“And that would be a tragedy.” You joke and she laughs before she gets out.

“Exactly.” She says and then closes the car door. “Under Schemmenti for 2.” She tells the front door person and they check before a waiter comes and seats you. They bring you to a booth and you sit across from Melissa and look at the menu.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take me to an Italian restaurant.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“We both know they can never match my cooking.” She says with a wink and you blush before looking at the menu again. The waiter comes a few minutes later and takes your order before leaving you be.

“So I’ve wanted to ask, it seems like you don’t like Becca’s father so why did you marry him?” You ask her and she takes a couple seconds before answering.

“I was young, I met him when I was 19 and we got married 3 years later. He was charming at first and we had a lot in common, plus he was a firefighter.” She says and you smile. “We didn’t plan on having kids but then I got pregnant with Becca a few years later and this other side of him showed. He was against having kids even though I was pregnant and I made the decision to keep the baby and he didn’t like that. We fought a lot and then I asked for a divorce finally when she was 6 years old and we officially divorced a year later.” She tells you and you nod.

“Have you seen him since or has Becca?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I was giving him updates on her life for the first year after he left but he still wasn’t interested in her so I finally stopped talking to him.” She says and you listen to everything she says with interest. 

“Must have been hard raising her by yourself, even when you were still with him.” You tell her.

“It was worth it. I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her, and I’m thankful that she loves me back and made a great friend.” She tells you and you blush. 

“When did you start dating again?” You ask her and she takes a moment to think about it.

“I think she was 13 and she started hanging out with some friends a lot so I started opening myself up to dating and went on quite a few.” She says and you lean back a bit.

“And when you say quite a few, do you mean like 5 or 10 dates?” You ask her and she quirks an eyebrow at you before replying.

“I mean more like close to 30.” She says and you widen your eyes. “But it wasn’t in one year, it was in the span of 8 years.” She explains and you think about that. 

“But that would make her 21 when you stopped dating.” You say and she nods. “She’s 22.” You say and she nods again. “Did you not go on any dates in the past year?” You ask and she shakes her head. 

“I didn’t feel like dating again as this cute h/c -haired girl that kept coming over, started catching my attention.” She says and you blush. “I always thought you were cute but in the past year I developed an attraction to you.” She says and you smile.

“I’ve been attracted to you since I first met you.” You tell her and she smiles. “I remember you put down one of the boxes of her stuff and turned around and we locked eyes for the first time. That was the moment I knew what my type was but the more I got to know you, the more I realised that it was an instant crush I had and not just attraction.” You tell her and then you feel a foot touching your ankle and your eyes widen.

“You’ve been wanting me for 4 years then.” She says and you bite your lip when she starts trailing her foot up and stops at your knee. The waiter arrives at that moment with the food and she doesn’t move her foot back at all. She keeps moving her foot up and down and never goes higher than your knee. You know your underwear is already ruined and Melissa knows it too with how flushed your cheeks are. 

You start eating your food to try and ignore how her foot is making you feel and she stops for a few minutes. 

You instead slide into conversation about questions that she has about your life and you answer them while also thinking about ways to retaliate to her earlier teasing.

“Ya, I’ve always loved kids but then I chose to be a teacher instead of something else. I had an amazing elementary school teacher who cared about her job and her students and I thought I could be like her when I grow up.” You tell her and she smiles. “I see you’re the same way with your students. You may be a badass with a rough exterior but you have a heart of gold. It shows with your daughter and your students.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’ve always wanted to work with kids as well. I know how hard these students have it, I see it every year. So I try to do everything I can to make their lives a bit easier or to put a smile on their face.” She says and you smile. “I know the other teachers do it as well. Barb knows it the best, she’s been teaching there for 30 years and she’s seen countless students come and go. She once told me that if she makes even one student’s life easier then she’s happy.” She adds.

You then move your plate to her side of the table and go to sit beside her. She immediately moves over but still gives you a confused look.

“It’s silly to sit away from you instead of right beside you when you’re so perfect.” You tell her with a shrug and she chuckles before rubbing your back and then going back to eating. You then switch to eating with your non-dominant hand and then move your hand to her thigh and you see her immediately widen her eyes before looking down.

“So that’s why you moved, to get me back for earlier.” She says and you wink at her. 

“Well that and I also get a better view of your boobs from this angle.” You tell her and she snorts. You then get a notification from your phone and go and check the email. “Well look at that, I just got an interview for a teaching position at Abbott Elementary School on Tuesday.” You tell her and she looks at your phone and sees you’re right.

“3rd grade teacher? I heard that the teacher was leaving after the year was over.” She tells you. “Her class is a couple doors down from mine.” She adds and you smile.

You then move your hand back on her thigh then move it up and stop just before you reach her centre and she jumps at that.

“You’re playing dirtier than I did.” She says and you can hear her breathing getting heavier.

“That’s because I love to win.” You whisper in her ear before you gently bite it and she whimpers.

“Are you all done?” The waiter says and you turn to look at him with a smile and you nod. “Was it to your satisfaction?” He asks.

“It was amazing.” You tell him and your hand is still moving up and down near Melissa’s centre and she’s trying to control her breathing.

“Will you be having dessert or would you like the bill?” He asks.

“Just the bill, please.” Melissa squeaks out and you smirk at her before looking towards the waiter.

“One bill or two?” He asks.

“One bill.” Melissa says after you look at her as you didn’t know what to say. The waiter nods, takes your plates and leaves. “As much as I’m enjoying your hand there, I do have to get my wallet to pay.” She tells you and you hum.

“Say you fold and I’ll stop.” You tell her and she groans softly before she grabs your hand and holds it before she gets her wallet out from her big purse. She’s able to get it out just in time before you place your other hand on her thigh and she glares at you but she doesn’t back down. 

The waiter comes back and she gives him her card after she looks at the bill. He comes back after a few minutes and gives her card back and she has enough brain power to put it back in her wallet and put it in her purse. 

“Have a good night.” The waiter tells you both and then leaves after you wish him the same. You get up after passing your finger quickly over her clit and she lets out a small squeak. You got to give her credit for not folding after teasing her hard for 10 minutes. You follow her out and back to her car but she traps you between her and the car before you open the door.

“You played very dirty in there.” She tells you with a lower pitched voice and you shiver slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” You tell her and she hums.

“I almost did, I wanted to. But the thing is, I like winning too.” She says and presses herself up against you and you feel her boobs squished against you and you let out a gasp. “But I don’t want to give anyone a free show here so how about we take this home and continue there?” She says and you nod.

After 2 minutes of her driving you realise the huge advantage she has for being the driver. She can tease you all she wants and you can’t do a thing as she has to focus on the road.

“I should have drove.” You say when her hand is on the inside of your thigh very close to your dripping centre and you hear her chuckle. You get home after a long tortuous 8 minutes and you quickly get out before you fold.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” Melissa says after you walk in. Before you reply she pins you against the door and you widen your eyes. She then takes one of your hands and places it on her chest and you feel the top of her breasts and you let out a breath. “If you fold then you can feel both of them all over without anything covering them.” She says and then your dissolve crumbles.

“I fold.” You say and quickly capture her in a kiss. She stumbles a bit at the unexpected kiss but quickly regains her balance and smiles into the kiss at hearing you fold.

“Let’s go upstairs.” She says and quickly brings you to her bedroom. She closes the door and you immediately take her tank top and bra off as soon as she turns around. You place your hands on her breasts and squeeze them a few times before placing your mouth on a nipple and she lets out a moan. 

She pulls you off her nipple and kisses you hard and gets you to walk backwards until you fall on the bed with a ‘oomph’. She climbs on top of you after taking her pants off and you see her there in just her underwear that has a noticeable wet spot and you smile.

“Like knowing how wet you made me in that restaurant?” She asks and you nod proudly. “I almost wanted you to fuck me right there in the booth.” She says and you squirm. “Wanted you to have your fingers deep inside me while I try not to make any noises.” She says and you bring your hands to her thighs. “You know your crop top and shorts are cute but I would really like to see what’s underneath.” She tells you and you nod your consent.

She takes your top off and sees your push up bra and she quirks her eyebrow in amusement at your attempt to fluster her more. She then unclips your bra and takes a nice long look at your full chest on display and she licks her lips. She unbuttons your shorts and takes them off along with your underwear and you gasp at her sneakiness. Before you complain, she takes her underwear off and gets back on top of you and you just admire her completely naked and see her very wet pussy that you just want to touch. 

She places her hands on her breasts and you squirm a bit at hearing her moans that are coming out of her mouth due to her pleasuring herself on top of you. You then sit up, slap her left hand away and place your mouth on her nipple and start sucking. She giggles when you slap her hand away but it quickly turns into a moan when you start sucking. She quickly places her hands in your hair to keep you there and encourages you on.

“Yes, keep sucking. You love my big tits don’t you baby? Suck on my tits all you want, get mommy all nice and wet.” She says and you widen your eyes at the nickname she gives herself. You realise that it turns you on and wrap your arms around her waist and bring her closer to you. “Oooh.” She squeaks out at you moving her closer and then she smiles. “Do you like that? Being mommy’s baby?” She asks and you nod while still sucking. “Give mommy’s other tit some attention.” She tells you and you obey and switch to the other one. She brushes some hair out of your face with her hand and she bucks her hips when you lick and suck at the same time and lets out a gasp. “Do that again baby.” She says while heavily breathing and you do the same thing. She can’t wait any longer after that and pulls your mouth off of her and kisses you. “I need you to fuck me right now.” She tells you and you easily slip one finger in her. 

You slip two more in and she starts moving her hips, bringing herself pleasure with your fingers. You watch as she has her mouth wide open, eyes closed and she leans her forehead against yours. You realise at that moment that you’re in love with her and you’re more than ok with that. She moves one hand to cup your cheek and wraps her other arm around your neck to keep you close. Her breathing suddenly gets heavier and you feel her legs start to shake. You move your fingers to match her speed and she gasps at more pleasure she’s getting. She suddenly brings you into a kiss and you pull away and attach your lips to her neck. 

“Oh god.” She gasps out at the immense pleasure and you smirk against her neck.

“Is mommy gonna come?” You ask her and she whimpers.

“Yes, don’t stop.” She says and then you feel her clench around your fingers and her whole body tense up. She grips you tighter with her hands and throws her head back as she comes hard. She slows her hips down on your fingers before stopping and you pull them out gently and lick her juices off. She looks at you licking her fingers and smiles at you moaning.

“Should have had you sit on my face.” You say and she lets out an airy chuckle as she comes down from her high.

“Have you ever fucked yourself with a dildo?” She suddenly asks you and you shake your head. “Do you want to be fucked with a dildo?” She asks and you think about it.

“Will it hurt?” You ask her.

“That depends on how many fingers you’ve used to masturbate with.”

“2 is the max.”

“It’ll hurt a little, but the pain goes away after a few seconds and then it feels really good.” She says and you think about it before nodding.

“Ok but go slow.” You tell her as she gets up. She grabs the strap and her smallest dildo from the closet and puts it on before getting back on the bed. She spreads your legs and instead brings her mouth to your clit instead of the dildo. She licks and sucks on your clit to get you more wet, like you aren’t already dripping before she gets on her knees in between your legs. She puts some lube on it that she brought from her closet and then aligns it with your centre. She looks at you and you nod before she slowly enters you. You start gasping at getting stretched out and she grabs both of your hands and you squeeze her hands. She enters you completely and stays still for a few seconds.

“You ok baby?” She asks and you nod after a second. She starts moving slowly and you gasp at the sensation and close your eyes. She pumps in and out of you a few times before you wrap your legs around her. You wrapped them around a bit too high and she falls down on top of you.

“Ow.” You squeak out and she stays on top of you.

“You alright?” She asks you and you nod.

“Keep going.” You tell her and she starts pumping in and out of you again. You start moaning out at the sensation and she smiles before she starts sucking on your neck. You feel your orgasm start building and you breath heavier. “Mommy, kiss me.” You tell her and she immediately pulls back from your neck and starts kissing your lips. 

You then squeeze her hands and she can tell your clenching around the dildo as she has to go harder to keep moving. She pulls back from your lips just in time to hear you gasp out as you come. She pulls out of you carefully before she takes the strap off. She throws it somewhere and then she lays down next to you and pulls you close to her to help you calm down.

“So how was your first time?” She asks when she sees your breathing at a regular pace again.

“Well I don’t really have a lot to compare it to.” You tell her and she laughs. “But I’ve never felt this good after masturbating.” You tell her and she hums. “How was it for you?” You ask her.

“Oh god baby, you made me come hard.” She says and you smile before you move your head off her arm and place it on her chest. “Already using my boobs as a pillow?” She asks and you nod before you fall asleep.

The next morning she gives you one of her long shirts to wear when you ask for one and you put your underwear on. You both go to the kitchen and she starts the coffee machine and you wrap your arms around her waist. She leans into your touch before she turns around and gives you a kiss. She makes you back up towards the counter in the middle and places her mouth on your neck before she slips her hand down and circles your clit. You feel your orgasm building quickly and then Becca comes in and she hears you moan out.

“Nope.” She says and then walks right out and to her room. 

Melissa pulled back from you and you both stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

*Tuesday Morning*

“You’re gonna be great.” Melissa tells you as she brings you to the office for your interview with Ava. You make it to the office and she gives you a quick kiss to help you calm down.

“Woah Melissa, no idea you had a hot girlfriend. But I’ll need you to keep the kisses down as I have an interview with someone in a few minutes.” Ava says as she comes in.

“I’m the someone you’re interviewing.” You tell her and Ava looks between you and Melissa before sighing.

“Ok, come on then.” She says and she closes the door and sits down. She sees Melissa glaring at her before she walks out to the break room and Ava takes a deep breath before looking at you.

“I GOT THE JOB!” You yell out as you enter the break room and immediately hug Melissa. Everyone turns to look at you as you hug Melissa and sees her surprise face turn happy.

“I knew you could do it.” She says and then Ava comes in.

“Gave your girlfriend the job as she might survive here since she’s with you.” Ava tells Melissa.

“Girlfriend?” Janine asks and everyone looks at Melissa.

“Yes she’s my girlfriend, so youse be nice unless you want a bat to your headlights.” Melissa tells them and you sit on her lap with a smile.

“I gotta go  as I’m going to take Becca out as an apology for when she walked in on us.” You tell here and then give her a kiss and walk out.

“Had a good weekend Melissa?” Jacob asks while trying not to laugh.

“Maybe.” Melissa says and then takes a sip of coffee with a smile.

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[muletia]

Ratchet would feel guilty for interfacing with you behind his friend/leader’s back. But you are just so addictive, he can’t help but crave you even he just had a taste yesterday. All the while Optimus is blissfully ignorant of your sessions with his dear, old friend.

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

[tfp] obsessed!ratchet x human!reader +18 content / valveplug

cw: explicit valveplug, obsessive thoughts, implied cheating(?) - not really reader just went the slut route lmao

word count: 670

the fact that every single bot reader interfaces with is a cuck is so fucking funny to me, but that's what you get for slaying too hard lmao

Kisses cascade in an avalanche onto your exposed, tilted neck, seeking to cover every inch, every crevice, and every scrap of skin. He wants you to feel good, to take as much pleasure from this closeness as he does and judging by your laughter and the playful squirming on his hips, his actions must be working, bringing you genuine, unfiltered joy. The servos wrapped around your waist tighten, silently begging you to stop teasing his hidden spike.

He prays to Primus that you won’t feel any guilt for stepping into his habsuite again, that you won’t change your mind at the most unexpected moment and leave, abandoning this addict with a burning need. That you won’t shatter his already fragile spark further— now filled with the missing pieces only you could fill.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, momentarily pausing the kisses, now lingering on your sternum. His tired optics gaze at you intensely, silently pleading for approval but still offering you a choice.

You roll your eyes in response. "You ask me that every time, Ratch. I’ve never been more sure." It’s exactly what he needed—your affirmation.

The tenderness on your chest resumes, now hungrier and more fervent. He wants to revel in you fully before the next separation, to explore every inch of your body, to sate himself before you're apart again. He knows he’s greedy, that he’s asking too much of you, especially when you’ve been meeting almost daily. But he can’t help it. He can’t stop this insatiable hunger that drives him to stay close, to touch you, to bring you pleasure. And now, with your consent to interface, he can do so in the most intimate and sensual way.

He releases his spike, resting it on your exposed stomach, signaling his intent. He can’t wait any longer — foreplay is over. Needs to feel you from the inside, to experience the honor of entering your soft, warm heaven, to lose himself completely in the pleasure. But to his surprise, you deny him, blocking the entrance to that heaven.

"Wait," you say. "Do you want this? No objections?"

Your questions catch him off guard, pulling him out of his trance because you’ve brought up something he’s been trying not to think about.

Interfacing with you was incredible — otherworldly, even — but he can’t deny the taboo that accompanies it. It goes beyond the interspecies aspect, which he’d accepted the moment he first breached your barriers. No, the pang in his spark after each encounter with you stems from betraying his dearest friend. He knows how Optimus looks at you, knows how close you two are, and understands the rare bond you’ve forged with the Prime. Inviting you into his habsuite was a display of disloyalty and disregard, crushing the brotherly bond he shared with the Autobot leader, eroding trust. He’s not proud of himself. Sometimes, all he feels is disgust at his own lack of restraint. He knows he should stop, leave you alone, and pretend nothing ever happened between you.

"Ratchet?" you ask, worried. He focuses his optics on you and lowers his helm. It’s a shame that one look at you completely shatters his moral compass, reigniting the unbridled, dangerous hunger he can’t fight. The issue of loyalty fades into oblivion as he pushes it to the back of his processor, covering it with desire. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," he replies. He shifts his hips, aligning his spike slick with transfluid against your warmth, teasing both you and himself. He wants to forget obligations, fatigue, burdens, and taboos. He wants you to consume him, destroy him, and drown him in adoration. Make him think of nothing but pleasure.

With minimal effort, he lifts you gently, still holding your waist, and slides deep inside you. Instantly, you envelop his spike, welcoming him with softness and wetness that drives him to a fever pitch. His hips begin to buck, his mind now consumed entirely by you.

[pixie-felix]

a/n: inspired by @hyunjinx42 (specifically this), suggested by @arestoucries

-as you sink down on his c*ck after a long day of work- @hyunjinx42

Just a short little something something to try break feed the absolute chokehold Railway Chan has us all in. Inspired by @hyunjinx42, suggested by @arestoucries. As always, smut under the cut, minors dni.

Content warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, ancient vine references (just the one, let me know if you found, I made myself laugh and then I couldn't take it out).

I accidentally posted this earlier today when I was still working on the draft 🤣 this is the complete version, so if you were disappointed earlier hopefully this will make up for it

T a k e a S e a t

You know exactly what Chan wants when he sits down in that chair. 

Tie loosened, hair mussed, eyes dark as he looks you over like a cat eyeing the most delicious bowl of cream.

“So, you were watching me all day.” 

“Of course I was watching you. It was your MV shoot.” You keep your voice light, but the intensity of his gaze is making you tingle all over. Not to mention the hint of the devil in his smile, quirking the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I was watching you too. Come here.” He beckons you over, that familiar come hither motion of his fingers sending a strong jolt of arousal to your belly and your mind straight into the gutter. 

It might just be because he's been playing a vampire all day but you feel powerless to resist him. Walking towards him, and that chair, like a woman hypnotised.

That devil's smirk spreads as you move into arms reach, shivering as he reaches out a hand to stroke your leg. Just the inch of bare skin, above your knee and below your skirt.

“Did you choose this outfit just for me, sweetheart?”

This outfit being a not-quite-knee-length pleated skirt, a silk shirt buttoned up to the neck, and what the fashion magazines might describe as a smart casual blazer. It's giving “slutty schoolgirl meets business casual.”

Had you chosen this outfit especially for Chan, knowing about his purity kink and the fact you'd be in his eye line but just-out-of-reach all day?

You bet Chan's sweet ass you did. 

And he knows it too, knows it in the way you shiver as he lightly runs those fingers, a barely there feather touch, up your leg. Under your skirt. Slowly, closer and closer to where all that want is bubbling in your gut.

“I thought so. Such a tease.” Under that playful tone there's something low, something dark. Something that makes itself known when scrapes his nails back down your thigh, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that you know if you were to look there’ll be five red lines marking your flesh. Dragging his fingers away from where you want them, where you need them, taunting you with a smile that tells you he knows how your cunt is clenching over nothing.

“I wasn’t the only one watching you though, was I?” Marking. He’s fucking marking you. 

“Channie…” 

“That’s not my name.” 

“...Chris?”

“Not today sweetheart.”

Oh. Oh. 

Oh boy.

“...Daddy?”

“Good girl.” His voice is all low and growly, and he tugs you forward by your knees until you’re standing astride his lap and hands are running up the backs of your thighs again, alternately stroking and scratching as he smiles up at you. 

“Do you even know what you do to me? What it’s like having to pretend you’re not mine. Having to watch guys like that following you all day, flirting with you, eyefucking you, and not being able to do a damn thing about it?”

Ah, so that’s what this is about. Chan is jealous. You were training the director's new PA today, some guy who’s name you’ve already forgotten. And Chan is jealous. 

As if he isn’t the most gorgeous man on the planet, a professional wet dream, and your long term boyfriend who’s been dicking you down dumb for the last 4 years. 

And if he wants to talk about unfairness, let’s talk about work. Watching him film that scene today, in this very chair, where an orgy of dancers were writhing on him. In fucking handcuffs. And he was sitting there with that look on his face. Yes yes, work is work, and acting is acting, the hazards of dating an idol etc etc…

But watching your man sit with a crowd of strangers slithering on his lap, that special expression on his face you only see when you’re sinking down on his cock after a long day of work, in that goddamn chair…

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” The question is innocent, the look in Chris’ eyes is not. He's completely Chris now, all signs of sweet Chan gone, replaced by the hungry, almost feral creature that likes it when you call him daddy. “Are you thinking about all those dancers from earlier, sitting on me, touching on me…”

“Yes, Daddy…” you whisper, blush creeping across your ears. It's like he's staring right into your soul, reading your thoughts and revelling in how you put up no resistance. He can invade all your private places and you let him, you're an open book to him

“Did it drive you crazy?” His voice is a low whisper, heavy with lust and wanting. “Did you want to come and sit on my lap instead, come and claim what's yours?"

You're too turned out to speak, your voice a whimper rather than words. “Daddy… don't tease…”

He smiles slowly at you, reaching up your skirt and slowly dragging your panties down your thighs.

“Then come warm this cock my love. Daddy's been waiting all day.”

It's almost musical, the sound Chris makes as you sink down on his dick, somewhere delicious between a moan and a grunt. It's almost too much, the way he stretches you. You cling to his shoulders and hide your face in his neck as you whine, nipping at his neck as you desperately try to ground yourself.

“Mmm… so good…” Chris has his hands on your hips, guiding you until you're settled on his thighs, his cock fully sheathed inside you. “Such a good girl. So perfect for me.”

He's almost too big to fit, your pussy stuffed fuller than full, at it's absolute limit. Teetering on the cusp of what feels good and what doesn't.

He's mercifully gentle, running his hands up your back, stroking your skin in slow, soothing circles.

“You're doing so good, baby. Just relax, relax for me baby.” He hisses when you lean a little more forward, mewling into his neck into his neck and holding him tighter as the change in angle causes your pussy to spasm and stretch, barely able to bear it.

“I want.. I…”

“What do you want, babygirl?” Concern creeps into his turn, worried that maybe his dick is too big, maybe you’re not enjoying it. “Am I hurting you? We can stop if it's too much.” He presses kisses into your hair, brushing some out of your face as he tries to look you in the eyes.

“No Daddy… please don't stop. You feel… so good…” Chris sighs in relief, stroking your face tenderly. “Will you… will you…”

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

“I can't… I want…” You shake your hips lightly, barely moving but Chris' dick is stretching you so full it feels as intense as if he was pounding you out, hips snapping as he tried to fuck you through the mattress.

Chris makes a strangled sound, the drag of your velvety walls almost driving him to madness.

“What do you need, babygirl.” His voice is hoarse with the effort of holding still. “Just tell me. Tell me baby, please, you're driving me mad…”

“Daddy,” your voice is almost a sob, “Daddy, please… It feels so good. You feel so good, inside me…” Chris has to bite his lip to keep from swearing at how good you're making him feel. He loves is when you talk dirty.

“Baby, if you keep saying things like that…”

“Breed me, Daddy. Please. Please.” Chris presses a shaky, kiss to your lips, gentle and tender, trying to distract himself from how every single muscle in his body tenses up and he's pretty sure his balls just turned blue.

“You sure…” He has to be sure, has to check, before the last strip of his sanity is stripped away and he loses control.

“Please Daddy. Breed me. Claim me. Make me yours… please.”

“Okay baby, okay.” He starts moving, gently, rolling his hips slowly, tantalisingly, doing his best not to go too fast or too quickly. “Daddy’s gonna breed you, okay? You're so tight baby…”

He's not sure what's gonna explode first, his heart or his testicles.

It doesn't take long, every tiny thrust driving both of you closer to the edge,Chris closing his eyes and urgently trying to think of something unsexy. Socks with sandals. Being called “Bang Channie”.

That one weird nude Han accidentally sent him at Christmas. What the hell was he doing with all that BBQ sauce on his titties?

But not even deep philosophical musings on the strange behaviour of Han Jisung can distract Chris from how you've started to bounce on him, your pussy finally adjusted to his cock enough that you can ride him a little, thighs tight around his waist.

He almost loses it, when the little gasps and moans spilling from you get so loud he has to muffle them with his hand. No badly how much he wants everyone to hear how good he fucks you, you're still supposed to be keeping this a secret… Definitely not fucking on stage props quickly relocated to a nearby dressing room. Thank fuck the door locks.

But then you bite his hand, losing control of your sanity and bouncing on his dick like a rabbit, whining, so close to cumming but you just can't quite reach it by yourself.

The sting of your teeth on his fingers pushes Chris over, all restraint gone, hands snapping to your hips as he bucks up into you, holding you still so he can pound your pussy.

He feels you coming undone on him, your pussy spasming, clenching, sucking his dick in deeper until he could swear he's pressing against your cervix.

It's not until you collapse in his arms, shaking, trembling, that he finally gives in and lets himself cum. And he cums hard, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your pussy twitch, milking his cock until he's got nothing left to give.

Balls empty, dick aching, cocksore and thighs shaking, Chris holds you close, his seed dribbling out as his cock starts to soften inside you. You both moan when it finally slips out completely, clinging to each other tightly as you both come down from your respective highs.

“I think… I think we might have ruined the chair, Channie.” You giggle as you look up at him, all blissed out and happy.

“Oops.” He shrugs, before leaning forward and brushing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. “I guess we'll just have to smuggle it home.”

You rest your head on his chest, happy and sated. Eevelling and how quickly Chris can switch back to Channie, all cosy and cuddly and sweet.

“So…”

“So?” Chan is already starting to look sleepy, all fucked out and giddy. He tilts his head at you like a curious puppy, like he didn't just fuck you into th fifth dimension.

“...are you still gonna try tell me the song is about trains?"

Chan blinks, and you can see the cogs in mind turning as he tries to figure out what trains have to do with anything that just happened.

He flushes bright red when the penny drops, eyes going wide, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a good comeback. In the end he just hides his face in your neck and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like a whiney “shut up”.

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. He groans, knowing you're gonna tease him about trains once the post orgasm contentment passes.

That's what he gets for being a liar.

Okay, I'm just about happy with this one. This isn't even the No Thoughts/Hard Thoughts fic, but apparently I have breeding kinks on the brain. Oops. Hope you guys don't mind two in a row. In other news, Channie’s big dick problem is the subject of another fic. Yay size kink? Anyways, thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are so much appreciated and motivating and stuff, let's enjoy this highly educational science gif of Channie to end the post:

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[iseos]

SHE LOVES ME NOT

─── sim jaeyun x f!reader s. not saying “i love you” back 1130 words g. fluff | © iseos library

you had been scrolling on tiktok when you came across a video that made you laugh out loud. it was one of those harmless pranks: not saying "i love you" back to your boyfriend just to see how long he could go without getting upset. the boyfriend's confused reaction was too funny, and you couldn't help but grin at the thought of trying it on jake. after all, he loved saying "i love you," and he always expected to hear it in return.

the prank started innocently enough. that morning, as jake left the bedroom, turned and said "i love you," with a casual smile. however, you didn't answer, pretending to be engrossed in your phone.

you felt a tiny pang of guilt as he paused, waiting for your words. but when you didn't respond, you could see his shoulders slumped a little as he eventually walked out.

throughout the rest of the day, she continued. jake would say "i love you" in his usual affectionate way, and you would ignore him. sometimes you'd mutter something else, sometimes you'd stay silent. he'd give you a questioning glance, but you kept your face neutral, avoiding his eye contact.

at one point, he tried to catch you off guard by saying it when you were cooking, his voice light and playful. "i love you."

you stirred the pot without looking up, "mhmm."

jake blinked, his lips pressing into a thin line. you could feel his gaze burning into your back, but you refused to break. you had to keep going.

you could feel him watching you, a subtle sadness setting in. every time you ignored him, he seemed to get a little quieter, a little more distant. it was working, you had to admit, it was kind of adorable how much it seemed to affect him. but quickly, it began to feel...wrong. the last thing you wanted was for him to feel hurt or unloved. you found yourself distancing yourself from him just a bit, trying not to be in his presence too much, but if you looked into his eyes for too long, you knew you'd cave.

so, when jake told you he was heading to the corner store to buy more snacks, you gladly welcomed the space.

"okay, ill be here!" you said with a forced cheerfulness, glad for the temporary break from the prank.

jake nodded, "ill be right back." then, as he reached the door, he turned and said it again, a little quieter this time, "i love you."

you didn't even look up from your phone. "mhmm."

you heard the familiar sound of the door opening, but his footsteps abruptly stopped. you glanced up, slightly startled. jake was still standing in the doorway, his hand on the door handle. his back was to you, but he wasn't moving.

you felt a rush of guilt and couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"don't keep the door open, you're letting cold air inside," you said, trying to sound casual as if it was nothing unusual. jake didn't reply, his silence louder than anything. you sat there, biting the inside of you cheek to stifle the laughter threatening to escape. hidden by the back of the couch, you covered you mouth, trying your best to keep from laughing out loud.

without saying anything else, jake pulled the door closed and left. when you heard his footsteps getting farther away, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

when he returned, he was carrying multiple filled bags of snacks—way more than they needed. he dropped them onto the kitchen counter, his expression slightly sour. you glanced at him from the couch, your heart racing, but you stuck to your plan.

"got your favorites," he muttered, almost as if he was talking to himself. but still, no "i love you."

the evening went on, and when it was finally time to go to sleep, you finished getting ready first and got into bed first, trying not to look guilty. you had spent the day dodging his glances and avoiding too much physical closeness; you didn't want to break, you didn't want the prank to end too early.

jake climbed into bed after you, his body feeling a little heavier than usual. he rested his bed on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, still silent sulking.

you were trying so hard not to laugh. he was so cute when he was upset, but you couldn't let him know the truth just yet. you tried to focus on the tv, but you could feel him sighing dramatically against you. the deep sighs, each one louder and more exaggerated than the last, were obviously intended to get your attention.

after a few more, your resolve started to crumble. you couldn't help but lightly pat his back, though you were desperately trying not to laugh.

jake sighed again, this time practically groaning as he moved so his whole body was laying on top of you, obviously expecting a response.

trying your hardest not to crack, you barely managed to keep a straight face, "what's wrong?" you asked, your voice soft but far from serious.

"did i do something wrong? are you mad at me? because if i did, please just tell me," he whined as his arms tightened around you.

you shoulders shook as you tried not to laugh. his voice was so sincere, and his little sighs were so exaggerated, that you couldn't hold it in anymore. finally, you let out a burst of laughter.

jake lifted his head from your shoulder to blink at you with a confused frown. he briefly glanced at the tv but it didn't show anything to warrant this type of laughter from you, "what? what's so funny?"

you struggled to get the words out through your laughter. "it was just a prank!" you managed to say between fits of giggles, "i was messing with you. i didn't mean to make you so upset, i just thought it'd be funny."

jake's face dropped, "you—what? i thought i did something wrong!" his face went slack for a moment before he groaned. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him flush against you again as you continued to laugh. he dropped his head back to your shoulder with a groan. his arms tightened around you even more, squeezing you in a way that was almost too tight.

"never do that to me again," he muttered into your shirt, his voice muffled but sincere. you couldn't help yourself, laughing even harder.

"i'm sorry! i didn't mean to make you so upset, but—your reaction was so funny! i promise i won't do it again," but even as you said that, you knew deep down, you definitely would.

[webbluvrsugar]

through and through. S.R fanfiction. CHAPTER ONE.

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content warning: angst, lowkey mean Spencer, female reader, no use of y/n.

You knew that no matter how much Hotch begged for your help on a case, coming back was a mistake.

You figured it out when you’ve just walked into the BAU and Spencer’s eyes met yours, a flick of disappointment and hurt was pretty evident in the brunette’s eyes and honestly, you wanted to quit that mission right there, you wanted to leave and tell Hotch that you wouldn’t be able to do it — but that would’ve made you even more of a coward than you already are.

You didn’t need any introductions to team, they already knew who you were, the point was.. why were you here? That’s what Spencer asked himself. Were you here to work on a case, would you be gone after? Were you here to you with his heart just to leave to another state entirely? Again?

Whatever it was, he didn’t want to know, in fact, he didn’t want anything to do with you from the moment you walked in that room, he even gave up on his usual cup of coffee because you two were not about to have this conversation, you were not just going to come back here after all those months with no contact and then act like nothing happened, that was not happening because it did, something did happen and he suddenly feels like a fool for leaving all those voicemails when you came to the BAU with just a phone call from Hotch.

Turns out you didn’t change your number like he thought.

It’s clear why Hotch wanted you back on the team, you’ve always been a great addition to it and, with a harder case in hands, he should’ve expected it. He just didn’t think that you returning back would affect him so much, he can’t think, he can’t do his own job as profiler correctly because all he can think about is you — and maybe that is exactly why you two should’ve never gotten with each other, you’d end up hurting yourself or the team. Foolish as it seems, he still hoped it was different.

And now, as you investigate the house of another missing girl, he’s trying hard to avoid you, but you don’t make it easier for him.

You approach him slowly at first, pretending to look for clues, that is until, you actually talk to him. “Spencer, I —“ you try to speak, instead of running away this time, he interrupts you.

“You found a new lead?” He asks, you shake your head.

“No I just wanted to..”

“Then we don’t need to talk at all.” He tries not to come off as rude, but he does.

You should stay quiet and accept it that he doesn’t want to talk now and won’t want to talk soon but that voice in your head… “Spencer, I’m trying to explain, I want to apologise to you.”

You could’ve sworn he saw red from the harshness he closed the girl’s drawer. “I don’t want any apologies from you, this is not the time nor the place for you to start amends with people you lost — a little girl is missing and we need to focus on that.” He scrolls through the bottom drawers now. “And don’t talk to me about what you wish you had done because it’s not what you did.”

To an extent, his words are fair, but the fairness of them still doesn’t help to ease the pain you felt when he spoke like that to you, because it’s not the Spencer you know. It’s the Spencer you’ve seen talking to an unsub — because that’s what you feel like, he’s talking and treating you like you’re some kind of perp and.. that’s not the Spencer you know, it will always be the Spencer you love but not the one you know.

And it hurts to see that he doesn’t even want to look and you when you leave the girl’s house and meet back with team.

Sure, you have a new lead now but.. you’re forced to dealwith a broken heart.

You wonder if this is what he felt when you left.

[fairytalegonewronga03]

@xtarmanderx tagged me for fuck it Friday, so here we go! Since my Ruca surfing fic has been completed and posted to A03. I'm adding a snippet from my new Tevan fic! ------ It had been months since the breakup, and Buck still hadn’t healed. He’d tried—gone on dates with both men and women—but none of them even came close to Tommy. None of them made him feel the way Tommy had. He was tired of pretending. He and Tommy were meant to be together, and Buck would be damned if he let that slip away.

With determination, he grabbed his keys, slipped on his shoes, and headed for the door. He jumped into his Jeep, twisted the key in the ignition, and drove off. He only hoped Tommy was home.

Buck’s hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles white against the leather, as the engine hummed beneath him. The familiar sound, the warmth of the daylight streaming through the open windows—it all grounded him. His thoughts spun in a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t wait anymore. He’d tried to move on, convinced himself it was for the best, but nothing had felt right. No one, no date, had even come close to filling the empty space Tommy had left.

Tommy was the one. And no matter how much time had passed, no matter the pain still lingering between them, Buck couldn’t let go of that.

When he pulled into Tommy’s driveway, his pulse raced, hammering in his chest. He paused for a moment, sitting in the Jeep, feeling like a nervous teenager again—uncertain, yet resolute. He had no idea what would happen next, or even if Tommy would want to hear him out, but he knew one thing: he had to try. No more hesitation. No more room for doubt.

With a deep breath, Buck opened the door and stepped out. Each footstep toward the entrance felt heavier than the last. What was he going to say? He didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. He was here. And he was done waiting. ------ I'm tagging @quintessenceofdust88, @jamieroyjamieroy If anyone else wants to join in, feel free! The more the merrier!

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 26

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

A fearful man, nearly two meters tall, was walking behind you in the dark woods, using the light of a cigarette lighter and you as a shield. This was about as pathetic as your life could sound at the moment.

You both walked hesitantly, careful not to step on any dry leaves that might alert whatever was making the noises nearby. Noah seemed to get closer with each step, and whenever his arm brushed against yours, a brief shiver ran down your spine.

“Could you stay at least one step away?” you muttered while checking behind a bush. “You’re making me nervous.”

“You’re the one with the light, and I can barely see in broad daylight, let alone in the dark!” Noah retorted, almost offended. “Don’t think I’m using this situation to take advantage of being near you.”

“Oh, really?” You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head at the joke. “I never would have guessed if you hadn’t said anything.”

Noah huffed and took a step back, and you chuckled as you continued walking, pressing the lighter's button with a bit more force. It was a simple motion, but it required extra effort with trembling fingers, a side effect of withdrawal.

Pretending nothing was wrong was becoming an impossible challenge as each withdrawal symptom hit harder than the last. Your body’s dwindling supply of the drug felt like a red alert. The abrupt pause gnawed at you more than years of uninterrupted use ever had. No one gets clean overnight.

Least of all you.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Noah jumped, startled once again by a sound coming from the bushes. You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth with one hand, but when you lifted the lighter’s flame toward his face and saw his blank expression, you quickly stifled your laughter and focused back on the strange noise’s source. It was almost funny, the way he trusted his life to your shaky hands for a few seconds.

Ruling out the possibility that it was a real person, your chest felt a bit lighter. After being chased through the streets and finding your house open as if someone had broken in, you weren’t taking any more chances.

“Ah…” you said quietly, almost frustrated, as you knelt on one knee and looked up at the towering monument that blocked the moonlight. “It’s just a bird.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he muttered, incredulous, and from his tone, you could tell Noah would have preferred it to be a bear if only to make his earlier display seem less ridiculous. “Fine, fine, leave it there, and let’s head back inside.”

“He’s hurt.” Your words sounded more like sorrow as you handed him the lighter so he could provide some light. “The weird noise was because he got tangled in the branches. Look!”

You stepped aside, giving Noah room to kneel beside you. Thankfully, he had enough empathy not to say anything snide, instead waiting to see what you’d do next. Maybe he remembered that you loved animals, adored birds in particular, and always wanted a dog but never felt competent enough to care for one.

Now, the two of you watched the small bird among the dry leaves, its wing broken and a raspy whistle escaping its beak. You bit your lower lip, trying to devise a quick and effective strategy, your eyes falling on a loose thread from your sleeve. Wrapping the thread around your index finger, you tugged it free with your thumb.

“Do you think it still has a chance?” he asked, tilting his head as you gently brought the bird closer.

“When Seth used to shoot at birds singing in our backyard, he rarely hit them, but the shock of the gunfire made them fall and injure themselves just like this one,” you recalled, the bitter memory immediately filling you with regret for sharing it. Still, you continued, inspecting the bird. “I’d keep them in my room, tying their wings with string and popsicle sticks until they could fly again.”

“Did it work?” There was genuine interest in his voice, warming the cold knot in your stomach and making you smile as you nodded.

“Yes! Two days, and they’d be flying again, even if slowly.” As you spoke, you knotted the thread and, using a hairpin, improvised a splint to keep the bird’s wing stable.

“It’s a shame we won’t know if it truly healed since we’re leaving it here alone.”

“We’ve done our part, offering help without taking it away from where it belongs for some selfish idea of solidarity. It will decide what to do next with this new chance.” You smiled, standing alongside him, watching the little bird struggle but ultimately move forward—free.

A few steps ahead, you found a river where you insisted on stopping to wash your hands. Subtle raindrops fell over the water, unable to blur the moonlight so bright it illuminated the entire area. You lifted your gaze, fascinated by the reflection on the water.

“Damn, it’s freezing here,” Noah grumbled, hugging his arms. You barely heard him as you played with the water, dipping your fingers into the cold stream. Rain had a special way of making the chill feel bearable, even pleasant.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he exclaimed in near desperation as he saw you strip off your clothes, tossing them onto a rock. Wearing only your underwear, you smiled, recognizing the tone of his voice. It was almost like a time machine. Noah was still as unsure as the first time he’d seen you embrace the rain without fear of soaking your clothes.

“I want to jump in the river,” you declared, puffing out your chest as you freed your hair. He struggled not to stare at your body in the moonlight, his restless eyes darting nervously.

“You’ve lost your mind!” He let out an awkward laugh, grabbing your shirt from the ground and tossing it at your chest. “Get dressed! Let’s go! You hate working sober, and you’ll definitely make my life hell if you get sick!”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had any kind of break that maybe I am losing it. We’re stuck in a deserted place with no way back to the hotel before dawn. Like it or not, we have to put up with each other, so why can’t you stop being so unbearable?” you teased, tossing the shirt back at him and shrugging, certain you were close to pushing him over the edge. “I won’t tell Scarlet if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“You’re pathetic and immature,” he muttered, rolling his eyes impatiently. “I’m freezing, Miss I’m Willing to Annoy Noah Sebastian!”

“Well then, don’t let me stop you! Look how nice the water is!” Taking advantage of his distraction—Noah had let down his defensive posture—you pushed him into the river. To both your surprise, it was deeper than it seemed.

You stood on the riverbank for a moment, laughing at your audacity, but you couldn’t resist for long. Taking a few steps back to gain momentum, you leaped into the water after him. The impact was cold and disorienting, but it didn’t take long for your eyes to find Noah’s figure beneath the surface.

His expression was anything but amused. His eyes were narrowed, his lips pressed into a line of disapproval that only made your laughter intensify as you both surfaced.

“You’re insane!” he muttered, spitting out water and pushing his hair out of his face. “And I’m freezing, thanks to you!”

“Oh, poor thing!” you teased, splashing a handful of water at him.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.

Before you could react, he splashed water at you, igniting an awkward, laughter-filled battle. Every movement sent water splashing around you, mixing with the rain that continued to fall, turning the river into a chaotic dance of droplets.

You tried to swim away as he closed the distance, but the sound of your shared laughter — yours and his, in perfect harmony — drowned out any sense of urgency. You were both surrounded by problems, carrying the wreckage of everything that had trampled over what you once felt for each other in the past two years. Day by day, you fought to bury it, to smother the persistent flame that refused to die.

But it was impossible.

The energy between you was an uncontrollable force. In the same space, the air shifted, gravity seemed to pull you together. You radiated electricity, igniting each other, yearning with an almost insane intensity for what no principle or real obligation could replace: the singular feeling only the other’s presence could bring.

“There’s no use running!” he exclaimed, launching himself in the opposite direction to cut you off.

Eventually, you felt his arms reach you, a touch firm yet gentle, as if he always knew exactly how to hold you. Both of your breaths were heavy, your faces close enough that you could see every drop of water on his skin, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

Noah paused for a moment, his smile softening, as if lost in something deeper than the river surrounding you. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, his soaked shirt clinging to his torso, outlining his chest and strong arms.

“You know this is the part of you I always hoped would never change?” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the rain and the current.

Your eyes searched his, a mixture of surprise and anticipation building within you.

“What part?” you asked, almost breathless.

“This one. The part that lives. That doesn’t mind getting wet, laughing out loud, dragging me — even if only for a few seconds — into feeling what it’s like to be as free as you.” He smiled, small and genuine, and that expression, so sincere, completely disarmed you. “I’m still a fan of that part.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, threading his fingers into the damp strands of hair at the nape of your neck, bringing your face to his, and the kiss happened. It started slow, as if the entire world had slowed down to let that moment exist. Then it grew more intense, with both your bodies colliding, separated only by the droplets of water sliding between you, filled with everything words couldn’t say.

You savored every chance to be together again as if it were the last of your lives.

The rain continued, but you no longer felt the cold. Only the warmth of his touch, the hands that held you as if nothing could take you away. And, for an instant, the rest of the world didn’t matter. Each drop sliding down your skin was forgotten in the heat of that moment, in the pressure of his lips against yours. The river seemed to transform into an exclusive stage for the two of you, as if the universe itself conspired for that moment.

When the kiss finally broke, you stayed close, your foreheads almost touching, your breaths mingling as you tried to catch them. Noah opened his eyes, a different kind of light reflecting there, his lips trembling from the cold.

In the rain — your shared trademark.

You both remained silent for a moment, the sound of water and rain filling the space between you. It was as if the world had paused, allowing you both to process what had just happened.

“So…” you began, swimming slightly backward, trying to break the tension that was starting to form. “Still cold?”

“Not enough to forgive you for pushing me into the river,” he replied, but there was a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh, so you’re still mad?” you teased, splashing another handful of water at him.

“Maybe,” he said, a mischievous gleam reappearing in his eyes as he moved closer again.

“Maybe?” You instinctively retreated, but he was already too close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist once more. Before you could protest, Noah spun you both in the water, drawing a surprised laugh from you.

“Now we’re even,” he declared, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like you’d both let go of everything that haunted you.

The rain began to ease, the drops now softer, as if even the sky was weary. You swam to the shore, the laughter gradually fading, but the lightness of that moment lingering between you.

Sitting side by side on the wet grass, both of you soaked but oddly comfortable, he looked at you with narrowed, bright eyes, an expression that held more than words could say.

“You seem worried about something.”

“It’s my mom’s birthday today…” you said softly, knowing Noah usually didn’t like when you brought her up. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, just as you expected. “Sorry for bringing it up with you, but it’s impossible not to remember every year.”

“I’ve always been a good listener. Above all else, we were best friends. You don’t need to apologize for wanting to talk to me,” he said quietly, with evident hesitation but sincerity. “I know you can’t talk to anyone else.”

“Thank you.” You raised one side of your lips in a smile that was more a reflection of relief.

“You always called her on her birthday, Mother’s Day, and Christmas. I remember that.”

“I filled her voicemail,” you said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Noah still serious, his gaze lost in something that wasn’t in front of him. “After a while, Crystal’s phone stopped ringing. Now it seems like it’s turned off.”

He cleared his throat slightly, as if something scratched at it, diverting his gaze for a few seconds before returning it to you. “Maybe she changed her number.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You nodded, relaxing your shoulders and tossing a stone into the river, the sound of water breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Do you think she might’ve looked for me at some point over the years?”

Noah’s gaze was fixed on you. His restless fingers fidgeted with one another as he swallowed hard before shaking his head.

“I’m sure not.” He said, the words coming out slowly. “But… but it matters to you, doesn’t it?”

“I thought about going back to Richmond and stopping by her house a few times. I don’t know, don’t ask me why, but I felt this need countless times. To see her, to know how she was doing.”

“But you’re afraid of what you might find if you go there.”

“Yeah…” you replied, the word escaping almost as a whisper. You rested your chin on your arms, using the silence to reflect.

Anyone in your place would hate her, and maybe you had felt that at some point. But in the worst moments of your life, when pain was your only ally, your mother’s company was still what you sought when you returned home. Hers was the name you called out every night, and it was her you hoped to see at the end of every performance.

You waited for her for nine years.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Noah shrink slightly, pressing his temple in silence, as if he didn’t want to bother you with his groan of pain. Without ignoring him, you got up and gently asked him to walk back with you. After gathering everything that was scattered around, you both walked through the woods. He offered to carry you on his back if you were tired, but you refused and kept walking barefoot.

You tried to distract him so he’d forget the discomfort that was clearly bothering him. You brought up random topics, teased him more, and the two of you even managed to come up with part of a possible new song. But every now and then, he’d fall silent when that pounding in his head demanded his attention.

Back at the house, you used a pile of wood to light the fireplace and warm up. Noah had forgotten his hoodie at home, so he gave it to you to cover yourself while your clothes were hung to dry. You watched him sitting on the floor, his bare back exposed, revealing the large, colorful tattoo on his skin. He was in nothing but boxers, poking at the flames to make them grow.

In your pocket, you felt a piece of plastic pressing against your fingers. When you pulled it out, you saw an orange pill bottle with his name on the label.

“You’re the person most against self-medicating that I know. Would it be invading your privacy to ask why you’re carrying this in your pocket?” you asked without letting go of it, still calm as you looked at him. He turned his head slightly, his expression serene as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“I still feel the same way about self-medicating, but the doctor who treated me said it’d be good to use those when I get headaches like that.”

You tightened your grip on the bottle, your eyes fixed on the label. Something about that name, about the doctor’s stamp, pulsed in your memory—like a song you can’t remember the lyrics to but know you’ve heard before.

“Dr. Klein?” you murmured, frowning as you scanned the printed name. Unease crept down your spine, as though an old shadow were trying to infiltrate your thoughts.

Noah turned slowly, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to decipher what had changed in your expression.

“Yeah. Is there a problem with that?”

You hesitated, your fingertips gliding over the bottle, now more cautiously, almost as if it might explode at any moment.

“I don’t know… I think I’ve heard that name somewhere before.”

He raised an eyebrow, a little suspicious, but chose not to press the matter. You were grateful for that since you needed time to rummage through your memory to figure out why it felt so familiar. But nothing seemed clear in your mind, and you dismissed it as a silly déjà vu.

After he fell asleep, you stayed by his side, hugging your knees as you watched him. The night’s silence seemed to amplify the sound of his breathing—a soft but fragile rhythm, as if it could shatter at any moment. The empty bottle nearby felt like a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.

You rested your head against the windowpane, staring at the reflection of the dimly lit room. The moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, illuminating Noah’s features. Every line on his face, every shadow formed by months of absence and suffering, seemed to cry out for something he’d never admit out loud. Help.

Your chest tightened, a dull ache you couldn’t ignore, like a fist pressed against your heart. You hated feeling trapped in that bubble again, in that fate of trying to protect him at all costs. So many times, you’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t let it happen, but there you were, watching over his sleep as if every second of vigilance could make a difference.

He shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping his parted lips. You held your breath, waiting for any sign he might be in pain again, but he only settled deeper into the blankets. Even so, you didn’t relax.

The doubts swirled in your mind like a storm. What if he needed you? What if he was getting worse? What if you weren’t enough to help him this time?

A warm tear rolled down your face, but you ignored it. The fear was overwhelming, a weight that seemed to sink your lungs, and the silence of the night only made it more oppressive.

“You can’t carry the whole world, you know?” you murmured to yourself, but the words felt empty, powerless.

Noah mumbled something incomprehensible in his sleep, his brow furrowing for a brief moment before relaxing again. You wanted to believe he was fine, that the apparent calm was real, but you couldn’t convince yourself.

And so, the night stretched on, slow and relentless. You stayed there, unmoving, staring into the early hours with tired eyes and a heavy heart, promising yourself you’d be there if he needed you—even if it meant losing yet another part of yourself in the process.

Finally, dawn arrived, and you were getting ready to head back to the hotel. Noah insisted you keep his hoodie when he noticed it was still drizzling outside. He was still groggy, unusually quiet, and you found it odd, knowing that mornings were rarely his silent moments—especially after the previous night.

“Are you okay?” you asked, watching as he turned away from the pensive moment he’d been caught in at the door.

“I don’t remember falling asleep in the bed…” Noah murmured, scratching the side of his head. “Did you figure out where that noise was coming from?”

You stared at him for a few seconds, folding your arms tightly when you saw the pure sincerity in his confused eyes. Noah didn’t remember the night before.

“I did… it was just a bird,” you said softly, and he gave a faint smile, nodding with a compressed grin.

“Ready to go?” He craned his neck to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything, and you followed him.

“We’re heading back to the hotel, but before we go any further, I really want to propose a truce.”

“A truce?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with a cautious expression.

“I’m not saying this night changed our lives or erased everything we’ve done to each other over the past two years, especially the last few months.” You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to continue. “But I think we can coexist as two human beings who… who loved each other deeply and now respect each other.”

Noah looked at you, puzzled, as if trying to decipher your words.

“I can’t promise things will be like they were or fool us with a false hope that we still have a chance, because I haven’t changed, Noah. And I can’t lie to you—I really haven’t changed.” You gave a sheepish smile, scratching the side of your head. “But I really wish we could live in a bearable environment until this is over, and we each go our separate ways.”

He stayed silent for a few moments before nodding slightly, his lips flexed in hesitation. Internally, you crossed your fingers, hoping he wouldn’t turn your attempt to be near him into something so complex. You felt the need to stay close, and you desperately needed an excuse to do so. He needed someone.

“You’re right.”

Noah sniffled discreetly, brushing off the discomfort in his nose, and took a step forward.

“But you’re not the only one who hasn’t changed… I’m still the same as back then, and that’s one of the reasons I want to keep my distance now. This version isn’t what you deserve.”

A painful silence lingered between you, and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, hoping to find another scenario when you opened them again. But he was still there.

“We should go. We’re going to be late for soundcheck, and Matt will chew us out,” you said. He gave a faint smile, trying to lighten the moment, but the shadow of his words still hung between you.

After the soundcheck, you returned to the dressing room and slumped heavily into the chair in front of the vanity. Your trembling hands rested on the surface as you stared at the pale reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were sunken, heavily concealed under layers of makeup. Your pupils were dilated, and cold sweat dripped down your neck. A tremor ran through your legs, forcing you to cross them in an attempt to mask it.

Your knotted stomach couldn’t digest anything but liquids, and the sharp pain in your head was a cruel reminder of withdrawal.

The sound of your phone ringing hammered at the back of your skull like a knife turning slowly. It was constant, repetitive, deafening, and every time you answered, all you heard was faint breathing in the background and the sound of something scratching. It made you stop paying attention to the device, treating it as if it didn’t exist.

With a sudden movement, you grabbed it and shoved it under the couch cushion, as if that could silence the noise that seemed intent on driving you mad.

You leaned forward, holding your head in your hands, when the door suddenly opened. Scarlet walked in, radiating that insufferable energy of control disguised as concern.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her tone suddenly softened but still laced with something insidious.

“It’s just a lack of patience,” you replied, trying not to show the weight of your confusion. “The incessant ringing of my phone gives me a headache.”

Scarlet glanced around and easily found the device under the cushion.

“You mean this phone?”

You nodded, not raising your eyes to her.

She frowned, glancing between you and the screen. “But it doesn’t have any missed calls.”

“What?” You jerked your head up, feeling the ground shift beneath your feet.

“Look…” Scarlet extended the phone toward you, and the blood drained from your face as you realized she was right. “There haven’t been any calls. Are you sure about what you’re saying?”

“Stop asking me if I’m sure of what I see or know, as if I’m crazy!” Your voice rose, echoing through the narrow dressing room walls.

“I’m sorry, but it’s normal for me to worry when I see you like this.” She tilted her head, her tone falsely empathetic, poisoning the air. “Your mind’s getting more confused every day. It’s not hard to imagine you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”

“But I’m not making this up! I’ve really been getting messages and calls nonstop for days!” you snapped, running your nails along the side of your head, as if you could scrape away the irritation. “Even…”

You stopped yourself, hesitating to mention the recent episodes—the feeling of being followed, the sight of your door being tampered with.

It was exactly the kind of thing Scarlet would use against you.

“Don’t tell me you’re also feeling like you’re being watched or constantly followed?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but the alarm in her eyes betrayed her. “I really should be worried about the clear signs of paranoia you’ve been showing…”

“STOP!” you shouted, the tension crackling in your voice like electricity, but she pressed on.

“You know it’s common for people in your state, don’t you? These things you’ve been using long-term erode your brain, and the tendency is for you to become more dangerous every day—not just to yourself but to others. That explains why Noah’s been keeping his distance.”

“I already told you to stop and get out of here!” Your voice shook, and you ignored her words, turning back to the mirror. The reflection was a battlefield where your inner chaos spilled outward. It wasn’t the moment—by no means—to absorb anything she said. You simply didn’t have enough control.

“Maybe it’s the perfect time to lock you up in rehab again.”

Those words hit like a punch, knocking the air from your lungs. Blood drained from your face, and your hands began to tremble as you heard something that should’ve been confidential. You had guarded that secret so carefully, buried under layers of shame and failure. Those months had felt useless—a recovery attempt now being used against you.

How did she know about that?

It didn’t matter.

You clenched your fists, jaw rigid, forcing yourself not to respond. Your vision blurred, breathing quickened, and a suffocating heat surged through your body. The incessant noise in the back of your mind, the weight of the accusations, and the physical pain melded into a whirlwind. Before you could control it, you lunged at her with all the force of your pent-up rage and despair, slapping her across the face.

Your body collided with hers, knocking her backward into the vanity. The impact sent some items crashing to the floor, but you didn’t stop. Your hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her as you screamed incoherent words—a mixture of anger and pain slamming her head against the wall with each strike. Blood trickled from her nose as the blows intensified.

Scarlet tried to defend herself, grabbing your hair and pushing your face away, but you were in an uncontrollable state. She attempted to slap you, but it only fueled your fury, blinding your vision until all you saw was red. You shoved her hard, slamming her against the wall again. She gasped for air but maintained that broken, defiant glare. With a firm tug on her hair, you alternated between punches and slaps. Adrenaline burned through your veins as you pinned her down, straddling her to immobilize her movements.

“Now you’ve got plenty of proof to call me crazy, you miserable bitch!” you screamed, your eyes wide, tears mixed with sweat streaming down your face.

She managed to free herself for a moment and tried to fight back, but the struggle was clumsy, chaotic. You both stumbled, knocking over a chair, until the sound of the door opening interrupted everything. Someone had heard the commotion and was about to step in.

You let go of Scarlet, breathing heavily, while she collapsed into loud sobs, struggling with exaggerated difficulty to move.

Both of you stayed silent for a moment, the room suffocating with the tension of the fight.

“What the hell happened here?” Noah’s voice cut through as he scanned the wrecked dressing room, startled by the disheveled girl sobbing and clinging to him.

“She freaked out and attacked me!” Scarlet sobbed, clutching his torso, her smudged makeup running as she brushed blood-matted hair away from her face.

Noah glanced between her and you, waiting for your explanation. But you merely shrugged with a restrained smile. After all, she’d come out worse. She was more injured than you, and any argument you made would be dismissed.

If she wanted to be the center of attention tonight, you had given her that.

⭑ @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard ; @iluvmewwwww75 ; @anarchydomainglory ; @foliosgirl ; @lacy1986 ; @chey-h ; @supersquirrel1996 ; @zozaline​ ; @just-randomm-stuff ; @do-it-jakey-baby

[hyperfixingfr]

IF THE USER "pencilholderarts" SENDS YOU A REQUEST; PLEASE BLOCK THEM!

The fact that this is still a major issue is so concerning. This kid has purposely changed their username and front numerous times in an attempt to make people forget what they did, and trick people who don't know what they did into giving them free art. They send these requests to so many artists you almost wonder if they're trying to create an army of free art. It's really weird, and they clearly seem to believe that they're ENTITLED to art. People have tried to explain to this kid what they've done wrong numerous times, believing that they were an innocent kid who fell victim to the internet's "strict morals". However, each person who has tried to do this has given up after realizing they DON'T WANT TO CHANGE.

One of the biggest fools they're trying to do is pretend nothing happened to get forgiveness. They have BEGGED people who have blocked them in DMs on other social medias to unblock them and forgive them. They even stalked me onto a social that I never even mentioned having online to beg me to forgive them. They put "proship/incest DNI" in their bio to make artists who don't know what they did believe that they are against this stuff. However, they've defended themselves asking artists to draw proships numerous times. They even told me DIRECTLY in DMs that they ship a few pairs of siblings. They've been defending themselves having requested incest as recent as yesterday (as of this post), so I assure you this isn't just old stuff taken out of context. They will get really creepy with people really fast.

Please, if you see anyone mention them, take a request from them, or interact with them, let them know what they've done! They're manipulative, a liar, and a con-artist. They want your drawings, don't give it to them, please. I will include any username changes below this, and will add to it if they ever change their username again. You can also find more information about what they've done + the proof of it all by searching these old usernames. This kid shouldn't be online.

- kndbrainrot

- pencilholdersilly

[penelopeswifey]

ACCIDENTALLY YOURS!

CHAPTER 3 — WEIRDO!

a/n: so.. hey.. happy new year.. merry christmas... happy halloween. I'm SORRY FOR SAYING ID UPDATE MORE THEN LEAVING AND NEVER COMING BACK. I really forgot about Tumblr after a few days ☹️☹️ but HERE I hope you all had a good 2024 and a even better 2025!!

You just sat on your chair, contemplating life while deciding if you even wanted to live it

This is so humiliating.

Just when you thought your day couldn't get worse, you got a notification from someone you would rather die than talk to.

There is no fucking way.

Y/N stared at their phone screen, frozen.

" Funny how you kept whining about how overrated I was, wanna talk about those stories you've made? "

No. No. No.

The words burned into your brain as you read them over and over again. Scaramouche. THE Scaramouche.. The idol you dragged through the mud on countless streams and tweets. The same idol who was, apparently, now aware of your other identity.. the anonymous fanfiction writer who had single-handedly written half the internet’s “Scaramouche x Reader” content. The same person who shitted on him so much time!

You dropped your phone onto the desk and buried your face in your hands. Nope. This isn’t real. This is all a dream. It can’t be real. Why would it be real? There’s no way this is real. But when you peeked through your fingers, the message was still there, on the phone like it demanded your attention.

“Why.. why is this happening to me?” you whispered to yourself. Your brain was screaming at you to respond, but also screaming at you to jump out of your window where you could die or move to the countryside and become a farmer. But your fingers refused to move. What could you even say?

" Haha, just a prank, broski! " No, too weird. Who the hell says that.

" That wasn't me!.. " Yeah, because your whole stream was definitely ai generated.

No, none of this would work.

Maybe you could ignore it. Pretend you didn’t see the message. But what if he posted about it? What if he already had? But, he couldn't right?! He's an idol.. but just out of paranoia, you frantically opened Twitter, scanning his feed. Nothing. Yet.

Dropping your phone back onto the desk, you screamed into your hands begging to be taken out. But you were going through that crisis, your phone buzzed again. Another message.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” you muttered as you grabbed their phone.

Please don't be him again.

" I have to say, you’ve got quite the imagination. Because some of those scenarios? Bold. "

Your soul left your body. He read them. He actually read them. How many? Which ones? Did he see the one where he- no. nope, nope, nope. don't you dare think about that.

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, shaking. After a deep breath, you typed something anything- to atleast be able to solve this issue!

“ I can explain? 😁.. "

The response was immediate.

"Oh, please do. I'm very interested. "

You let out a strangled noise somewhere between a groan and a scream. Why did he have to be so smug about this?! This was his fault!, with his stupid face and his stupid voice and his stupid way of being the perfect material to write about! This is all his fault he knows damn well how he's acting In front of the camera does he expect no one to be taking one for the team and writing about him?!

“Look,” you typed, trying to sound calm, “it’s not like I’m the only one who writes this stuff. You just happened to find mine. "

His reply came in less than ten seconds.

“ Not hard to find when you've basically written half of the internet's fanfiction about me. "

You nearly chucked your phone across the room. Yes, death is definitely a better option, where's the nearest window? You couldn't even think straight before you typed back and sent

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you shot back

“ Oh, absolutely. This is the best thing I’ve seen all week. Do you always write such... intense stuff, or was it just for me? "

There's no coming back from that. You groaned, slamming your head onto the desk. There was no way you were living this down. Ever.

Driven by emotions instead of rationality, you texted back.

“I hate you.”

Another buzz.

“Doesn’t seem like it, judging by what you've written about me. "

You let out a soundless scream, shoving your chair back and pacing around the room, making laps as you ran around the house. Your heart was racing, your face felt like it was on fire.. out of embarrassment of course, NOT because you're interacting with THE scaramouche- the same one who in your fics did- yeah, stop.

Ignoring the continuous buzz of notifications erupting from your phone, you finally sat down from running laps and thought to yourself, knowing you just pulled yourself in a hole you sure as hell won't be escaping anytime soon.

He wasn't going to let this go, was he?

—

ACCIDENTALLY YOURS!

SYPNOSIS: You, a well-known streamer, have always kept your two hobbies separate. By day, you entertain thousands with your snarky commentary, but by night, you secretly write. fanfiction about your favorite idol, Balladeer. It was a guilty pleasure—until a late-night stream led to a slip of the tongue and exposed your secret to the world!

In a single moment of poor judgment and a misclick, which by the way was totally not your fault!.. I think.. clips and memes about you spread like wildfire! It was embarrassing enough for everyone to know about your fanfiction, but it spiraled down even further when they discovered you were writing about the very idol you  constantly claimed was overrated.

Just as you wallowed in self-pity, a notification pings on your phone. A familiar username and a blue checkmark.

Shit.

accidentally yours masterlist: chapter 4 —

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taglist

@kaeuri @kazumiku @kyouzki @skyoverkill1 @flowzel @lalalaloveallmydays @sketcheeee @vi0let-writes @kunikuzushis-darling @js-a-silly-little-guy @simonisferal @jayzioxx @naevis-callingae @vxmp-loml @dxrling-xing  @suzueuieeeee @kinanahan @help-whatdoimakemyusername @khisuko @dearanemo @heusalettle @v4lerixxq @catorkitty @khsuvy

[fushigurokogane]

~ JJK chats ~ (1)

Yuji: Yo, Gojo, why do you always wear those sunglasses? Are you trying to hide your face or your identity? Gojo: Face... identity... It’s all part of the mystery, Yuji. You wouldn’t get it. 😎 Nobara: No, it’s because he’s hiding the fact that he’s been wearing the same pair of sunglasses for 10 years and they definitely smell like Doritos. Yuji: No way, I bet they smell like vanilla body spray. Gojo: I don't need to explain myself to you guys. And for the record, my sunglasses are timeless. Megumi: I just want to know how you manage to look so ridiculous and still somehow get away with it. Gojo: You can’t comprehend this level of cool. Yuji: Wait, Gojo... do you have like, a backup pair? Or do you just keep that same dirty one for life? Gojo: Obviously, I have multiples. I have them in every room of my house, my car, and even in the bathroom. Nobara: Imagine Gojo in the bathroom, just wearing his sunglasses while brushing his teeth. That’s the energy I needed in my life. Yuji: 100% he’s the type to look in the mirror and say, “Yeah, I’m still hot.” 💁‍♂️ Gojo: Well, if the sunglasses fit... Megumi: You’ve all completely lost it. Nobara: Alright, alright. Anyone know where the last box of cookies went? I’m 99% sure Yuji’s the culprit. Yuji: WHAT? I didn’t touch them! Nobara: You’re literally the only one who would eat an entire box of cookies and then pretend nothing happened. Yuji: I... I might have eaten a couple. But it’s not my fault they were just...staring at me, you know? Gojo: Here we go again. The “cookies called to me” excuse. 🙄 Nobara: I think we need a snack intervention for Yuji. “Hi, I’m Yuji, and I have a problem with cookies.” Yuji:Maybe I do have a problem. But they were so good, I couldn’t stop myself. 😫 Megumi: This is why we can’t have nice things. Gojo: Honestly, I’m more concerned about the fact that no one saved any for me. Yuji: Wait, you wanted some too?! Gojo: Of course I wanted some! You think I’m just here for the vibes? Nobara: No, I thought you were here to give life advice no one asked for, and to teach us all how to look like you. Gojo: Nailed it. Yuji: I swear, Gojo’s the only one who eats snacks, throws them in the air, and then just disappears. It’s like a magic trick. Gojo: It’s a talent. You’re welcome. Megumi: You all are unbelievable. I can’t even handle this. Nobara: Wait, does anyone else think Megumi secretly has a candy stash that he hides from everyone? Yuji: Oh he definitely has a secret stash! He’s probably eating chocolate in the corner right now, like some mysterious snack ghost. Gojo: You have chocolate, don’t you, Megumi? Megumi: No, I don’t. Nobara: There’s no way. He’s probably got dark chocolate and then some random, deeply mysterious snack. Maybe like... dried seaweed and sadness. Gojo: WAIT. What if... he only eats vegan snacks? Yuji:Oh, no. That’s worse than tofu. Megumi: I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’ll actually leave the chat. Nobara: You cant leave. This chat is your destiny. Gojo:Yeah, you’re stuck with us, Megumi. Whether you like it or not. Yuji: But if you have a secret stash, Megumi, just know I won’t judge. I’ll even trade you a pack of gummies. Megumi: I’m just going to pretend I didn’t see any of this. Gojo: Look, we’re a family. And in this family, we share everything. Except snacks.

OMGGG these are SOOO fun to makeee!! I would loveee to do more of these. If you guys have any suggestions of what type of convo i could do next i would be SO HAPPPYY!! I hope you enjoyed reading~ BAI BAI MY LOVESSS~!!

love, ✭ Nika ✭

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Lady D mommy kink???

Lady D w/ a Mommy Kink

A/N: so fucking yummmy mmmm

CW: mommy kink, fingering, oral, teasing, dirty talk, this is fucking filthy soooo, also for the sex position reader is laying on top of Alcina on her back

"O-Oh god," you choked out, drool dribbling down your chin. Alcina's two fingers were burrowed deep in your weeping cunt, the girth of her fingers stretching your walls apart. She pumps her fingers slowly, her joints brushing against your sweet spots.

"Look at you, drooling like a mindless fool," Alcina teases, her lips mere inches away your ear. Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine. "You're really enjoying yourself like a filthy whore, hm?"

She twists her fingers and you gasp, back arched off her body. "Yes! Fuck, that feels so good!" Squelching noises emit from your puffy sex, arousal leaking out of your stretched out hole. Heat scorches your sweaty skin.

"Darling, you're soaking wet," she mumbles into your ear, tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear. She curls her fingers against your g-spot, causing you to squeal. Embarrassingly, a steady stream of delectable juices squirt out of your velvet heat. She smirks against your ear as your cheeks darken in hue, gasps escaping your swollen lips. "Such a dirty cunt you have here, my love." A smack to your pussy before shoving her fingers back in.

Her voice is thick like honey, her words rolling smoothly off the tip of her tongue.

"You were made to be my whore," she husks into your ear, picking up the pace of her fingers. You grasp onto her forearms, head falling back against her chest. You open your mouth to let out a long, lewd moan that echos in her chambers. "You were made to be nothing but my slut. This little cunt is meant to take whatever I give to it, right?"

"Hng...oh yes!!"

"Mine to lick and suck on."

"Oh, oh yes! Yes!"

"Mine to stretch open with my strap. That purple one you love so much."

"Yes, mommy, yes!" you cried out, grinding your cunt against her fingers. You hadn't realized what you said just yet. It came naturally to you. However, her movements stopped, leaving the world to spin and your cunt to throb heavily. "A-Alcina? Why'd you stop?" you whined, twisting your head to look up at her.

Alcina stares down at you in a bit of surprise, yet her yellow eyes gleam in desire "You just called me mommy," she says, studying your expression. She leans closer, her warm breath fanning against your cheek. "You like calling me mommy?"

You swallow your spit, gasping for air. "I-I...I mean, if you don't mind it...it's just..."

Alcina lets out a laugh. "Oh, getting shy on mommy, aren't you?" Hearing her refer to herself as mommy has your heart skipping a beat. "You want to sit there and act shy," she breathes, kissing your cheek, "yet mommy has her fingers deep inside your cute little pussy."

Suddenly her fingers were pumping into you ruthlessly, her fangs grazing of your neck. "Mommy has such a naughty little girl," she chuckles against your flesh. "Pretending to be shy, but don't you hear how loud you are, baby?" Her free hands takes grip of your jaw, forcing your mouth open, your onslaught of moans endless. "Don't sit there and pretend to be shy. Mommy knows she has a little slut on her hands."

Her words sends the heat straight to your stomach, your gummy walls clamping tightly around her fingers. Your head falls back against her chest once more, the world blurry and your mind mushy.

You were always tempted to try out the mommy kink with her, but held back in fear of rejection. You loved the idea of calling a dominant woman mommy. Being bent over her lap, arms tied behind your back, and spanked over and over again until you're sobbing and begging for mommy to show you mercy. For her to be a bit mean. To be pressed into the mattress and eaten out for hours, moaning out "M-Mommy! It's too much!" Just a dirty little fantasy of yours.

Fortunately for you, Alcina loves it. You're already her cute little submissive whore, but adding a mommy kink on top of it? Get ready for a long night, as she won't be done with you anytime soon.

"You love it when mommy makes this cute little pussy feel good," she purrs into your ear, her thumb rubbing circles into your puffy clit. "Mmm," she hums, her velvet voice echoing in your mind. She slowly moves her long fingers in circles, testing you out. "Judging by how tightly you're gripping my fingers...you love it when mommy plays with your pretty little pussy."

She shakes your head, her fingers deep within your cunt.

"It's rude not to answer mommy," she chides, flattening her thumb against your clit. You cry out in pleasure, wiggling against her body. "Does mommy need to spank your cute little cunny?"

God, this is filthy. Hot. Disgusting.

"N-No, mommy! I'll be good," you rasp, your drool slicking her palm. You struggle to speak from how good she's finger fucking you, but you manage. "I-I love it when mommy fingers me!"

"Mm, no baby, you have to say you love it when mommy plays with your tight little pussy," she corrects, squeezing your sopping wet pussy. "If I have to repeat myself once more, this sweet little cunt won't be cumming anytime soon."

That's literal torture. "Ahh...mm, I-I love it when mommy plays with my pussy," you moan, rubbing your wet folds against her fingers. "Mommy makes me feel so good."

"That's my good girl," she praises, returning to fingering you, except of two fingers there's three. You cry out, hips jumping. Her three fingers stuff you full, your hole struggling to take them all. "Only mommy can make you feel good...my pretty girl."

She curls her fingers and you choke on a moan, spasming against her. She grabs one of your breasts, squeezing. "Mommy loves your dirty little cunt, baby. I love your moans and how wet you get for mommy." Her fingers are relentless. Every thrust sends stars dancing across your vision. "Mommy is going to fuck you all night long, baby. This cute little cunt of yours is going to be gaping hole by the time I'm done with you, understood?"

"Yes, mommy!" you scream, a coil tightening in your stomach. "Mommy! A-Ah! Im so close!"

"Yeah? You're going to cum for mommy?"

"I am! I am!" you sob, bouncing against her giant fingers. Alcina doesn't say anything more as she continues to finger fuck you, her thumb still rubbing circles into your clit.

"Mommy! Fuck!" you scream, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm going to cuuum!"

"Cum for mommy," she growled in your ear, and just like that, your pussy is squirting all over the place. White fills your vision as your body trembles.

After your orgasm ends, you find yourself flipped over and turned around, your pussy now hovering above her mouth. Her large hands take hold of your hips tightly, her thumbs spreading your lips open. Your folds open with a wet squelch, Alcina licking at the sight of your pulsing hole.

"Mmm," she hums, leaning in to sniff your leaking cunt. The scent of you drives her wild, her fangs aching. "Mommy is going to enjoy herself tonight."

Yup, you're in for a long and fun night. And you wouldn't want it any other way.

[askereiniongilgalad]

🎶 “Tunes of the Crown” 🎶

Managing the Noldor? It's a full-time balancing act. Between Galadriel’s messes, Elrond feeling more dwarvish than elvish, and Celebrimbor’s questionable choice of guests, my life swings between a symphony and a tragic opera—depending on who’s causing trouble that day. 🔥

Here are my top picks:

• “Manic Monday” – Because, let’s be real, every day in Lindon is Monday.

• “I’m Still Standing” – Somehow. Against all odds. Barely.

• “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Except when they actually have to do the work. (Looking at you, Elrond.)

🎧 Grab a goblet of wine 🍷, press play, and bask in my highly kingly vibe. If nothing else, this playlist proves that even under stress, I’ve got rhythm—and style. 👑✨ And oh yes, there are more playlists. I’ll explain… eventually. 🎶 A special thanks to @marshmellin and @greenleaf4stuff who inspired me to share this with you. 🙌✨ ---------------------------------------------------------- The complete list

1. “Manic Monday” – The Bangles Every day is filled with meetings, decisions, and fires (literal and metaphorical).

2. “I’m Still Standing” – Elton John Surviving Galadriel, Elrond and Celebrimbor

3. “Under Pressure” – Queen & David Bowie Being High King is 90% stress, 10% actual ruling. And no, the 10% isn’t the fun part.

4. “Shake It Off” – Taylor Swift Galadriel storms into my office on daily basis; Elrond insists he ‘has a plan.’ I laugh. What else can you do?

5. “Boss Bitch” – Doja Cat Let’s be honest: I am the boss.

6. “Take a Bow” – Madonna After saving Middle-earth again, you’d think I’d get a standing ovation. Instead, I get more paperwork.

7. “The Climb” – Miley Cyrus Leadership is a constant uphill battle. Good thing I’m great at it.

8. “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Tears for Fears Until they meet their first dwarf king or Galadriel in a bad mood. 9. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” – Green Day Even kings get reflective. Usually around the third goblet.

10. “All Star” – Smash Mouth Let’s be real: Middle-earth would fall apart without me. MVP, every year, without fail.

11. “Survivor” – Destiny’s Child Holding Lindon together, one crisis at a time.

12. “You Can’t Hurry Love” – The Supremes Elrond, take note: Leadership takes time. Also, stop inching toward the door. (credit to mashmellin)

13. “Viva La Vida” – Coldplay Reflecting on my legacy. And the chaos. Mostly the chaos.

14. “9 to 5” – Dolly Parton If only ruling were 9 to 5. Try 24/7. With overtime. And no pay raise in millennia.

15. “No Time to Die” – Billie Ellish My duty doesn’t end, even when I do, and even then, I’m sure I’ll get a posthumous task list. 16. "This One's for the girls ” – Martina McBride @marshmellin addition to this list <3 17. “Golden Leaves” – Bear McCreary (feat. the mortal pretending to be me) Every king needs his anthem 👑🍂✨

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011 - sleepless

Imagine it’s the night of your company’s Christmas party. You’ve spent hours preparing, carefully choosing an outfit that makes you feel radiant. Tonight, after such a challenging year, you want to shine—for yourself.

Imagine Nanami standing by the bathroom door, his calm gaze lingering on you. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes speak volumes.

"You look... stunning," he finally says, his voice steady but carrying a trace of something unspoken. You smile at him, brushing off his intensity

Imagine Nanami battling a quiet storm within. He’s not the jealous type—or so he tells himself. Yet the thought of Takuma Ino, your younger and flirtatious coworker, sharing the evening with you stirs something deep in his chest.

Imagine that a part of him feels reassured knowing that Gojo, your close friend, will also be there. Gojo, with his playful personality and unwavering loyalty to you, would never let anything happen to you. Nanami trusts him to ensure you get home safely, and that thought brings him a sliver of peace.

Before you leave, he helps you into your coat, his hands lingering just a moment too long on your shoulders. His touch is steady, reassuring, but there’s a silent message in the way he looks at you: Be safe. Come back to me.

Imagine Nanami spends the evening trying to distract himself. He watches documentaries, picks up a book he’s been meaning to read, but nothing can hold his attention. The hours crawl by, and his thoughts are consumed by you. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you feeling overwhelmed by the crowd? He knows you well enough to worry about your nerves, even if you’d never admit them.

By the time the clock strikes 4:00 a.m., his phone vibrates. Imagine the way his heart leaps as he reaches for it, hoping it’s a message saying you’re on your way home. But instead, you tell him the party has moved to Takuma’s apartment, and you plan to stay a little longer. His chest tightens. He types back a simple, measured response: "Alright. Have fun."

Imagine his restlessness growing. He doesn’t blame you; he never would. But knowing you’re still out, laughing and drinking with your coworkers while he lies alone in bed, leaves him uneasy. Despite that, a part of him remains calm, holding onto the thought that Gojo is with you. He knows Gojo will look out for you and won’t leave until he’s sure you’re home safe.

Imagine at 9:30 a.m., the sound of keys turning in the lock finally breaks the silence of the apartment. Imagine Nanami’s breath hitching as relief washes over him. He’s waited all night for this moment. Quickly, he shifts in bed, pretending to be asleep as he hears your soft footsteps.

You slip into the bedroom quietly, trying not to disturb him. The faint scent of your night—perfume, laughter, and a hint of alcohol—lingers as you change into your pajamas. Imagine that the first thing you do after a long night out is crawl into bed, seeking the warmth of his embrace.

The instant your body presses against his, Nanami knows he can’t keep up the pretense. He turns to face you, his tired but gentle eyes meeting yours. His hand finds yours beneath the blanket, and his voice, low and soft, breaks the silence.

"I thought you’d be back later," he murmurs, his tone steady but tinged with quiet relief.

"Did you miss me that much?" you tease, even as your body relaxes against him, the weight of the night falling away.

Imagine Nanami doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Don’t come home so late again," he says, his voice firm but filled with tenderness. You know he’s not scolding you; it’s the love in him speaking, the worry that’s kept him awake all night.

And in that moment, as his arms tighten around you, imagine everything else fading away. The party, the drinks, the noise—it’s all a distant memory. Here, in his embrace, is where you belong.