#we’ll squeeze it in tho <3

[squigglywindy]

Squiggies

Hey

Hey

Squiggies

Hey

Pssssst!

I think when you’re done you should vc with me while reading for live reaction <3

Hey! I won’t be able to vc until I’m back at my apartment, it’s basically impossible at the parents’ house. Maybe this week? I have a ton of exams so uh. Thursday night?

[myouicieloz]

A little help

Aeri Uchinaga x aespa5thmember! reader

Synopsis: You’ve been stressed from your group’s tour: so many shows and planes have been tiring you off. Thankfully you have an special bandmate to help you with that.

Giselle helps you use Ning’s vibrator.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk ?, gets kinda rough ?, mentions of blood — reader is a virgin, nsfw. dom!giselle x sub!reader.

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: I MIGHT (like 85% might) rewrite this bc I fucking hated it. It’s too repetitive, I think. But I wanted to post it anyway so enjoy I guess xx. Not checking for any errors tho ˆˆ muah. I’ll try to improve for next time!! write something new, perhaps. We’ll see.

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

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“Ning let me have it.” You display the sparkly green vibrator in front of Giselle, showing off the horrible thing to her as if it were your most prized possession. “She said she doesn’t need it anymore now that she has her girlfriend’s long ass fingers.”

Giselle dropped her phone, finally giving you the attention you wanted.

“She did not say that.” She snatched the toy out of your hands, and you let yourself fall in her bed, scoffing.

“Ok, she didn’t say that, exactly, but she did let me keep it.” You looked at her with sparkly eyes, giggling with excitement. “Will you help me try it? The shows are killing me, and I’ve been dying to use it the whole week.”

Giselle stopped staring at the thing with disgust, looking at you instead. “Why didn’t you?” She asked, curiously.

“Why didn’t I what?” You frowned at her question, too busy with your phone: Karina was asking if you wanted to go swimming later. The Uchinaga grabbed your phone, throwing it away to the other side of her big bed. “Hey!” You protested, shooting her a hard glance.

“Why didn’t you use it, then, if you were dying to all week?” She repeated herself, already feeling her core heatening up. Specially when you refused to look at her in the eyes, shrugging weakly.

“Because you know best.” You answered shyly, remembering her words from the dorm, on the other day. “Right?”

Giselle’s eyes darkened, and she stood her hand for you to take, guiding you to the middle of the bed. She smirked, perhaps a bit too wickedly, caressing your long hair until her fingers ran out of length.

“Right, of course.”

-

You caught yourself looking at her eagerly, hands on your sides to see what she’d do, following her lead towards the center of the bed.

Sure, you could be in your room, pleasuring yourself, but you’ve tried to — too many times, and none of them felt as good as the pleasure you’ve had with Giselle’s fingers. Also, you two were friends, right? And it was just sex, as she’d said it before. Nothing changed between you after that day at the dorm, so surely nothing would change now. You just needed a little help.

She was still only staring at you, which made you look away, feeling your face start to get red.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” You mumbled, impatient and embarrassed to have her focus solemn on you.

“You need to undress first, Yn.” She said, giggling. You pouted, knowing you were still too shy to do it, but she cut you off before you could whine. “Don’t you want me to help? I can’t do it if you’re still so full of layers.” Giselle gestured to your clothes. Seeing how you still made no move to take them off, she got closer, tapping the hems of your top. “Come on, Yn. We’ve been past this. You have a beautiful body, ok? Stunning, even. And I want to see you.”

Her words helped you gain a little more confidence, and you really wanted to get yourself off, so you quickly removed your top and your shorts, panties following with much more ease than last time. Your bandmate’s hands went straight to your breasts, pinching your nipples slightly as she checked for your reaction, grinning when she was met with the sound of your moans.

“N-no teasing.” You told her as Giselle’s mouth went straight to one of your breasts, her other hand massaging the neglected one with a squeeze.

“But your tits are so pretty, Yn.” She praised, mouth leaving your chest with a trail of saliva in her mouth. She cleaned it off, reveling herself with how hungry you looked at her eyes.

Giselle had waited, eagerly, for you to come back to her, not wanting to make things awkward or to have you uncomfortable in the slightest. You were friends and bandmates, most importantly, and she wouldn’t trade that for any sex in the world.

So when you showed up with that horrid green thing in your hands, Giselle already knew she’d have a handful, having to remind herself to take things slow; you were still too naive, and she’d teach you just right, without rushing anything.

But fuck her if you staring at her with your big, doe eyes full of lust didn’t nearly make her lose it all and straight up fuck you until you were crying and begging for her to stop.

You pushed yourself further to face her front, so close you could feel her breathing, too. It was fast, erratic, and it made you smile to know you riled her up as much as she did to you. Your fingers caressed her arms, pleading with your sweetest voice. “I want to see you too, Unnie. Pretty please? You didn’t let me last time.” You reminded her, making Giselle laugh and distance herself to take her clothes off, this time.

“Your reward for asking so sweetly, then.” She said, winking at you as you took her in. She was beautiful, almost alluringly so, and it made you salivate at the thought of making her shudder, too. However, you knew she wouldn’t allow that to happen now, so you let yourself be pulled back to the big pillows of the bed as Giselle reached for the green toy, pressing it on the lowest mode.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off her as she spat onto her hand, bringing it to your pussy as her saliva is spread in your slit, humming in delight as it mixes it with your growing wetness. It makes you moan loudly, reaching for her to get a glimpse of her touch, her skin—anything. She was still focused, though, toying with you as she grins.

“So soaked already, baby? But we’ve barely started playing.” You mumbled something entirely incoherent, closing your eyes as you felt her fingers teasing in, two of them circling you up and down. She rubbed a few circles on your clit before entering sloppily, the sounds of it echoing through the room with your moans.

You felt a light tug on your hair, but Giselle’s mouth was soon all over your collarbone. Before you could even complain, she was sucking and marking your skin, your moans escalating with each passing moment. As much as you love to have her mouth on you— and God, you love it so much, you need more, and it doesn’t take much to make you into a pleading mess. You mutter pleases and mores until the words from your mouth make no sense to your brain anymore: all you can think is how hot your skin feels, and how slow Giselle’s fingers are working on you.

“Do you need something else, pup?” The older girl asks, looking at you greedily as you whine.

Of course, Giselle knows exactly what you want, what you need. You reached out to her asking for it, after all. Yet, she will still make you beg.

Her nose brushes your ear as she takes her fingers out of you completely now, making her busy with spreading your wetness all over your abdomen. “You look… restless. If you want something, you just have to say it, you know? I promise I’ll give it to you.”

She’s mean, and you so desperately want to smack that sneaky grin out of her face. However, her humid fingers are pinching your nipples, and the curses slip from your thoughts. Your mind is clouded by the urge of surrendering to her, so she’ll give what you so desperately want as fast as possible.

“I w-want.” You try to say, but she’s sucking on your sensitive breasts once again, already so sensitive from her teasing before and— “Oh, fuck! Please…”

“I do need more than just pleases, though.” Her strong hands squeezed your boobs, making you let out a low growl. It was painful, but how come it felt so good? You couldn’t master the feeling. “Say it, and it’s yours. What do you want, Yn?” She indulged, loving to see your reactions.

You were too spoiled for your own good. Being the maknae had its privileges, you’d say. The girls— all of them, often showered you with praises and presents, taking extra care to do whatever you asked them to. Wether it was to fetch some water later at night because you hated to get through the dark hallway of the dorm to go to the kitchen; or changing a step in the new choreography because you felt too silly doing it, and it made you uncomfortable; they’d spoil you rotten: you’d never have to say the same thing twice. Just think about it, and it was done for you.

Naturally, Giselle making you beg made you restless. It made you hate yourself, too, with how wet you got from her making you do it— humiliate yourself for her. How much you loved to be completely at her mercy.

“I want the, f-fuck. You to fuck me with the vibrator. Now.” She lifted an eyebrow at your impatient tone, but you held her gaze with defiance.

“Forgetting our manners, are we?” Giselle asked, gripping your chin as she muttered against your breath. “Do I have to let you do it yourself, then? If you’re so sure of it?”

“No!” You pleaded, all the confidence gone from your tone as you held her, to keep her from going away. “Please, please fuck me, unnie. You know it feels better when you do it.” The older girl laughs as you try to use all your strength to pull her in. “I can take it, I swear. I’ve been p-practicing.”

Giselle’s eyes went dark again, and she cocked her head at you.

“What do you mean by practicing?” She was no longer touching you now. It was almost painful to not have her on you, and you already missed the sensation of your skin on fire, all red, bruised and filled with her saliva. “Have you been touching yourself without me, Yn?” Her tone was harsh, and it made you recoil a bit at her coldness, stuttering as you whispered.

“Maybe?” Her touch was back, thankfully, though slightly different from before. It was decisive, intense—almost rasp, the way her hands squeezed your hips, your thighs, your arms, no longer caring about not leaving marks or scratches on your tanned skin. You were sure there was a big pool of wetness on the sheets, and she hadn’t even used the damn toy on you yet.

God, she was so hot like this, handling you the way she wanted to.

“We will have none of that, baby.” She announced, suckling— no, biting on your neck harshly before retreating to grab the vibrator. “I’m just going to have to teach you the hard way, then.”

It certainly shouldn’t arouse you that much.

-

You watched eagerly as Giselle positioned the vibrator against your cunt, biting her lip at the sight of you: hair clinging onto your back, skin marked in bruises, with your beautiful chest moving up and down fast from excitement.

“I still don’t think you can take it, though.” She told you as she entered the tip of the toy on your slit. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make you wince at the discomfort.

You did want this, though. You wanted more.

“I want this. Please.” You reminded her, trying to push yourself, so it’d reach deeper. Giselle immediately gripped your hips, stopping you from moving. “I can take it, I promise.”

She compelled to your wishes, positioning herself a bit higher so she could start thrusting on you. It did hurt, and you winced. She went slow at first, kissing your neck as her muttered praises against your skin, nibbling her teeth through the skin.

“Don’t tense, baby. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?” She asked as you nodded, slowly soaking in with each thrust. She kept the toy a little deeper with each passing time, and soon your groans were replaced with moans of pleasure. It still burned, but the combo of her soothing your skin and the repeated movements made you cry for more.

“More, please.” You said, bucking your hips, so she’d speed her rhythm. When Giselle didn’t, you grabbed her wrist, forcing the vibrator against your cunt, hoping it’d reach deeper. Your erratic movements, however, made her nails immediately dig into your thighs.

Shortly, she switched back, her other hand brushing your neck teasingly as she opened a dangerous smirk.

“Do you want to do this on your own? Since you’re so eager to take the lead yourself.” Your bandmate asked, her cocky tone matching the way she looked down on you. It wasn’t a sight you were used to, being taller than her and constantly towering over the older girl, but it aroused you just the same.

You simply denied, being slapped on your thighs in response. “Words, Yn.”

“N-no.”

“No, what?”

“I want you to d-do it for me.” you placed wet kisses on her neck, a whiny mess. “Please, Unnie. Please make me cum.”

And just like that, the green piece was positioned on your slit again, making you shudder.

Giselle thrusted the toy all the way in, making you scream as you gasped for air. Her eyes were trained on your pussy, adjusting herself, so she’d give your clit attention, too. It was too fast for you, with the pleasure building up in quick waves down your abdomen.

“Wait! It’s too mu-“ You tried to say, but Giselle locked her lips on yours with hunger. She licked your lips sloppily, not once motioning to listen to your pleadings.

“Wait for what?” she mocked your tone, wasting no time pushing the dildo all the way in. “You said you could take it, right? That you were ready?” her pupils were blown, and she had a wicked grin on her face—if you weren’t so focused on getting your breath and adjusting to the pain of being stretched, you’d notice how much she was enjoying herself. God, she loved to have this power over you. Of how you were so quick to beg, completely on her mercy, ready to do whenever she wanted you to. “So take it.”

Giselle kept marking you, alternating between kissing your lips and leaving hickeys on your neck— like you weren’t on tour and wearing such revealing outfits lately. “You should see yourself like this, Yn.” She murmured as her fingers circled your clit roughly, applying trained pressure and making you feel sure you’d go crazy at any given moment. You rolled your eyes, drunk with all the different sensations. “So pretty, doing so good.” The praise grounded you, making you hum as you clung onto her, lifting your back from the cushions, so you’d be even closer.

You felt the pleasure completely overcome you, making you scratch Giselle’s back without thinking about being gentle, either.

“I’m going to c-cum.” You announced, hoping she wouldn’t try to make you wait. You wouldn’t be able to, since your orgasm quickly overcame you, along with the strange sensation of having to pee straight away. It didn’t help that your bandmate hadn’t stopped thrusting, either. If only, she’d resumed her movements to slow thrusts, making sure to twist and play with the green toy however she saw fit.

“Beautiful.” It was the only thing she said, and it was making you crazy that she wouldn’t stop. With her eyes trained on your body, she saw the way your abdomen was still fast in its movements, trying to match your heavy breathing.

You mumbled, scooping her as you felt Giselle take the toy away from your pussy to place herself next to you. She knew how needy you got after you came, so the girl quickly gathered you in her arms as she kissed your hair, murmuring praises and sweet things to you.

“M’ tired.” You told her, even though you knew you had to get yourself cleaned up.

“I know, baby. I’ll help you, though. You won’t have to do much.” She grabbed a great piece of your hair— which was drenched in sweat, moving it away from your sweaty body.

Her words made you giggle. You specially liked when she took care of you, even more in moments like these, although it still made you reluctant to accept her help. “I can do it by myself, Unnie. It’s ok.” You assured her, staring at her adorable pout.

It amused you how quickly she would switch on those situations.

“Of course you can.” Giselle blushed, suddenly shy. Her tone was hesitant as she continued, her fingers lightly tracing your collarbone, still all red and coated with her dry saliva. “It doesn’t mean you should, though. You’re tired, and probably very sore. Let me, please? I can even give you that massage you’ve been whining so much to get.” She offered, and you took a moment to think about it.

It wasn’t the wisest decision, to be this close after such an intimate moment, specially when the two of you had a silent agreement to make it just about sex. About pleasure.

But you were tired, sore, and needy, so you allowed yourself to be held by Giselle as she took you to the bathtub, washing you up and changing the messy, bloodied sheets before you nested yourself on her million cushions.

“Just this once.” You told her, crawling towards the middle of her bed with wet hair and one of her silk pajamas — the ones you loved and Giselle always hid, so you wouldn’t steal from her.

The message was clear: no attachments, just friendship and sex. It was as simple as daylight.

As if any of you could have a clear idea over whatever your silent agreement was.

Giselle nodded, cuddling you as she turned the tv on, scrolling over Netflix for the drama she had been watching lately.

“Sure.” She said, although her tone bore a bit of mockery as she watched you besides her, eyes closed and a peaceful look on your face, as if you hadn’t gotten railed like crazy earlier. “Just this once.” She repeated herself, in a low tone.

You slept soundly for the first time in days.

-

“I messaged Karina, by the way.” You heard her say, moments before you drifted off. “Told her you weren’t feeling so good, so you’d skip the pool.”

You scoffed, mumbling with closed eyes.

“I wanted to go swimming, though.” You felt Giselle poke your ribs, and you tried your best not to laugh, pretending you were mad at her. “Kill joy.”

“I should just let her knock on your door, then, since you always close it properly.” She teased, making you flutter your eyes open, embarrassed.

“You wouldn’t!”

She laughed soundly, loving to mock you. “Oh, Y/n. I would.”

[darkeralmond]

can you do more rutger mcgroarty smut?? your last one was so good

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Not So Fake

Rutger Mcgroarty x fem! Reader

synopsis: you and rutger started fake dating to make your exes jealous. when rutger tries to “sell the part” it leads to more in his bedroom

warnings: 18+, smut, hickeys, rough kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, f! receiving, after care

word count: 2k

a/n: THANK U GUYS SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE RUTGER SO MUCH! i’m gonna miss him when he goes to the winnipeg nets tho 😞😞

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It all started out with a deal to make both your exes jealous. You approached Rutger with the idea a while back at a Christmas party. “I’ll pay you $50 a month to be my fake boyfriend to make my ex-boyfriend jealous,” you confidded.

He cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed, “$50 for that? Dude, I’ll do that for free. I need to make my ex-girlfriend jealous too.” You were shocked with how open he was to the idea of fake dating you. You couldn’t deny that it caused your heart to skip a beat.

You had been fake-dating Rutger for a month or two now and your plan was working. Your ex started reaching out to you more and more, asking questions about how you met Rutger and why you even started dating him.

Even though it’s what you wanted, the idea of making him jealous slowly dissolved. You liked spending time with Rutger way more than you ever did with your ex, and it seemed like he started focusing on his ex-girlfriend less and less.

Now here you two were at a small hockey gathering with a couple of the other players and their partners. You, Rutger, and Gavin were squeezed together on a pretty small couch. It was obvious that the couch wasn’t meant to fit 3 people. On the other couch sat Ethan, his girlfriend, and another girl who you weren’t familiar with.

Everyone was talking while occasionally taking sips from their cups. You would nod your head and flash smiles, but you couldn’t even concentrate on the conversation they were having.

Due to the limited space on the couch, that meant your thigh and Rutger’s thigh were touching the entire time. The feeling of his warm skin against yours was super distracting.

What made it worse was that Ethan had to put the spotlight on you and Rutger, of course. “So, Rutger,” he said while grinning from ear to ear. “What’re you gonna do with Y/N when you have to go off to the Jets?”

Rutger glanced over at you and smiled. “We’ll do long distance. Then, she can come up and visit or I can go there.” He then looked back at his friends before adding, “Maybe she can move in with me when she’s done with college.” He placed his hand on your inner thigh.

Your cheeks instantly turned bright red at the contact, causing you to stare at him with a bug-eyed expression. He looked back at you then nodded his head to go along with whatever he was doing.

You then snapped back to the conversation and looked at Ethan. “Yeah! That’s pretty much the plan!” you nervously giggled before shooting a glare to Rutger. Luckily, he was the only one who saw the stink eye you gave him.

He just smirked in response and took a sip of his drink. He then went back to the conversation like it this normal, steering the topic away from your “relationship”.

Your mind went fuzzy as the tip of your ears flushed red. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now. He didn’t have to put his hand on your thigh, however he was for some reason. And for some reason, it was seriously turning you on.

You slammed his bedroom door shut, turning to him with your finger pointed right at him. “What was that?!” you fumed.

He leaned against the wall next to the door and crossed his arms. “What’re you talking about?” he cooed. He wasn’t taking this seriously. It made your blood boil even more.

“Your hand. My thigh. What was that?!” You needed answers. Not just for why he did it, but for why you enjoyed it so much.

“I was just trying to sell it,” he answered, still leaning against the wall with a sly grin. You rolled your eyes which led him to chuckle. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I saw you blushing.”

You scoffed, “I was not blushing!”

“Admit it,” he said, pushing himself off the wall as he started approaching you. You took a couple steps back before your back hit the wall. You looked back and saw the white wall before looking back and seeing him right in front of you.

His face was only inches away from yours, his hand rested on the wall right above your shoulder. “You like me.” Your tongue twisted, not able to get a single word out.

Your face felt like it was on fire, your breaths hitching. “See?” he teased. “Let’s just get rid of this growing tension between us and finally do something about it.”

“Like what?” You managed to ask that question, but everything else was blank. You had a feeling of what he was going to say, but of course he said something way out of left field.

“Like fucking,” he said. “Right here, right now.” When there were people downstairs? It wasn’t like a full blown frat party, people were able to hear you two from his room.

Your expression was haunted as you stuttered, “What if someone hears us?” Which meant you weren’t opposed to the idea. The answer no didn’t even cross your mind.

You glanced over at the lock on his door, seeing that it was still unlocked. His hand loomed under your chin, directing your gaze back to him.

His eyes darted down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Then we’ll just have to be quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”

Your chest rose and fell with your rapid breaths, you nodded your head quickly. “I can,” you answered.

“Good,” he chuckled before leaning in, placing his lips on yours. Your eyes shut at the sudden contact while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His lips were soft and his breath tasted like beer. He pulled his hand away from beneath your chin and placed them both on your waist, pulling you closer to him desperately.

Before you knew it, he was slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let him do so, your body pressed against him. Your head tilted to the side in order to give him easier access to your lips. A small moan escaped your lips and into his mouth while you two made out.

You pulled away from him, attempting to catch your breath. The atmosphere around you was full of sexual tension and lust. You never realized how much you craved his body up until this moment.

You unravel your arms and place your hand on his chest. You looked down at the nice button up he was wearing, now wanting it off of him. You began undoing the buttons to his shirt while he chuckled.

You finished unbuttoning his shirt and helped him slide it off before throwing it across the room. You pulled off your shirt and tossed it to the same side of the room, now revealing your bralette.

Rutger stared hungrily at you and ran his hands up your back to unclasp your bra. You slipped it off, now completely exposing yourself to him. A smile grew on his face as he brought his hands to your breasts, cupping them.

You let out a gasp as you felt his cold fingers against your warm body. Your moans became louder while he kneaded them with his palms. He pulled one hand away and brought a finger up to his lips, signaling you to be quieter.

He gently kissed your jawline and traveled down to your collarbone while simultaneously massaging your breast. The sensations he gave you started spreading throughout your body. You were melting under his kisses and touch. All you could think was that this felt amazing.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, attempting to hold back any loud moans that were desperate to escape. He pulled his hands away from your body, bringing one of them down to your lower body.

His hand slivered down the hem of your skirt and into your panties. You gasped at the feeling, his mouth still marking your neck with hickeys.

His fingers moved down to your clit, playing with it by circling your sensitive bead. A quiet moan escaped your lips, your head hitting the wall behind you. It felt absolutely incredible that his hand was teasing you.

“Hmmm. Are you wet for me?” He sounded amused. “Such a needy girl.” His fingertips kept torturing your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your teeth sunk deeper into your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the tingling sensation that erupted through your body. He’s teasing, you thought.

You knew this wasn’t enough to make you cum and so did he, because after a few seconds, he stopped messing with your clit and stuck two fingers inside your wet cunt. His fingers curled inside you, feeling the warm wetness around his fingers.

You grabbed onto his hips in order to keep yourself sturdy against the wall. “Rutger,” you whimpered, your nails clawing into his skin. “Just like that!” This was too much stimulation for you but you still wanted more.

He pulled away and pulled his fingers out of you causing you to whine. You were right at your peak and of course he had to torture you more. You pouted your bottom lip, “Why did you stop?”

“I don’t want you to cum yet,” he simply stated. “Now take off your skirt and panties and lay down on the bed, pretty girl.” He took off his shorts, revealing the erection that strained against the fabric of his boxers.

“Please, baby?” His tone was husky, almost begging. You kicked off your shoes before taking off your skirt and panties before laying down on the bed.

He pulled down his boxers and locked the door before making his way over to you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He already knew that you were on the pill since you were telling him stories about you and your ex beforehand.

With that, he aligned himself with your dripping wet entrance before slowly entering you. Your back arched as his length pushed through your tight walls.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting into you. You moaned out, “Fuck me. Make me come!” With a nod, he held onto your hips and he thrusted into you harder. You let out a small cry at how good it felt. “Holy, fuck! Rutger!”

“Shhh,” he shushed before letting his thrusts become faster. The struggle you had to stay quiet only fueled his ego and arousal even more.

Goosebumps broke out onto your arms as your mind became clouded. “Rutger, I’m gonna cum!” you cried.

He let out a groan and pulled your hips up slightly, making it easier for him. “You fucking better, Y/N. Do it for me, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed upon you and you threw your head back as your release poured out of your body. Your back arched as you did this, your eyes squeezing shut. Finally, your tense muscles loosened as you fell back onto the breath while breathing heavily.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbled as he pumped into you one last time. He then pulled out of you, his dick completely covered in a mixture of both your and his cum.

He took a couple deep breaths, running his fingers through his hair. “Holy, shit.” He went over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of tissues, wiping the juices off his dick. “You need some?” He handed the tissues to you while he crawled on the bed next to you.

“Yes please,” you answered before you wiped your wet cunt. “That was...” You couldn’t even describe how amazing it felt.

Rutger smiled and got under the blanket with you. “That was perfect,” he said. You threw away the tissues in the trash can near his bed, then got under the covers.

He pulled you close to his body and spooned you. You giggled as he placed a lazy kiss on the side of your neck.

You giggled at the feeling of his wet kiss. “I guess really we’re together now, huh?” you mumbled in a low voice.

He chuckled, “I guess so.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck once again, leaving you smiling happily.

[daydreamingleclerc]

baby fever - mick schumacher

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[loverhymeswith]

The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh

Day Two of the October Dreams 1K Follower Event

Pairing: Jim (28 Days Later) x F!Reader

Summary: Holed up in a tiny cottage with Jim, problems and feelings ensue. The title kind of sums it up.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Zombies (kind of), blood, guns, canon-typical violence, language

A/N: Shout out to @a-reader-and-a-writer for plotting this with me <3

“Oi. That fucking hurts.” 

Jim slaps your hand away with a scowl, tugging down his sweatshirt to cover the large bandage wrapped around his waist. The oversized jumper swamps his lithe frame - leaner since you’ve had to resort to rations.

“Well it hasn’t healed then, has it,” you remark, closing the lid of the makeshift first aid kit and stowing it away beneath the sink. “I told you it would take at least another week.”

“It’s fine,” he insists, his expression softening as he grabs you by the shoulders and squeezes. “I’m fine. Would you stop worrying?”

You’ve been this way for the last ten days - overly cautious and over-protective. Ever since Jim went and got himself shot by a bunch of trigger happy soldiers who mistakenly thought he was one of the infected. By some small miracle the bullet missed anything vital, but even so, he’s been out of action for a while.

“Maybe if you stop giving me reasons to worry.” 

You’re only half-joking. Right from day one, when you found him bewildered and wandering around outside the abandoned St Thomas’ Hospital, you knew he was going to cause you trouble. 

You hadn’t wanted company. Had actively avoided it, in fact. Even before the outbreak. You certainly hadn’t planned on rescuing anyone, let alone the enigmatic bicycle courier - you were barely surviving yourself - but after you’d intercepted Jim midway through his first encounter with the Rage virus, you hadn’t been able to shake him.

Six weeks later, you don’t know how you’d survive without him.

“How about I prove it to you, yeah?” There’s a spark in his bright blue eyes and his full lips upturn into the ghost of a smirk; he already knows you’re not going to like his suggestion. “I’ll go on a supply run.”

The thought alone is enough to make your stomach turn. The closest store is easily a day’s walk away and with a company of unbalanced soldiers roaming the nearest city, it’s far too risky to drive.

“Jim-”

“Look,” he releases your shoulders, sliding his palms along your arms until he reaches your hands. “We’re down to our last cup of coffee and I know how cranky you get without your caffeine.”

You’ve noticed it a lot lately. The jokes. The sarcasm. Once the initial shock had diminished and he got a hold of his grief, Jim turned to humour as a coping mechanism, determined to get you to laugh. To smile. And goodness knows, there have been nights when you’ve relied on it. On him. Nights when you’ve felt like giving up. Like falling apart. When the only thing standing between you and taking the easy way out - just as his parents did - is the man before you.

The fact of the matter is, your situation is dire. It’s not just the coffee. The food is running out. Clean water, too. 

“We’ll manage a little while longer,” you lie as he gives your hands a final squeeze and releases you. “Either that, or I can go by myself.” 

You’ve been unwilling to leave his side up until now. You couldn’t risk the chance that the infected - or worse - might descend upon your hideout while you were away, with Jim being far too weak to fight them off alone.

Paying no heed to your plea, Jim starts pulling on a worn pair of boots - a vestige of the previous inhabitants of this cottage, just like the rest of your clothes. He’s careful not to wince as he bends over, although you have no doubt that he’s in pain.

Straightening and facing you once again, he runs a hand through his russet hair. It’s growing out after the hatchet job he performed back when you first met. You hadn’t minded the severe look. It had certainly emphasised his features - high cheekbones, a sharp jaw, and of course, those piercing blue eyes.

But with his hair like this, just a little longer, he seems… softer.

“I just need to get out of this fucking house,” he tells you, shrugging on a thick jacket. “I won’t go far. Promise.”

You glance around the cramped kitchen and concede that your living arrangements have been somewhat confining. The tiny farm house on the outskirts of Manchester has less square footing than your old London apartment, which is an achievement in itself. But personal space doesn’t really factor in when you’re in the middle of the apocalypse. 

It’s not all bad, though. You’ve been sharing the single bedroom under the pretext of safety, but as the weeks have worn on, you’ve come to find Jim’s presence comforting. 

Some nights you wake before dawn to find his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. By morning, he’s back to his side of the bed and you know better than to mention it. No matter how much you might have warmed to one another, the end of the world is no time for falling in love.

You follow Jim towards the porch and watch as he checks over the old hunting rifle, just one of a handful of weapons the two of you have acquired along the way. Neither of you knew a thing about guns before the outbreak, but you’ve had little choice but to become fast learners.

“At least let me come with you.”

Jim pauses with the rifle slung over his shoulder and one arm outstretched towards the front door, his expression uncharacteristically firm. “You need to rest. When was the last time you got some proper sleep?”

“As if I’ll be able to sleep while you’re gone…” Even as the words leave your mouth, you find yourself leaning against the wall, fatigue fighting your instinct to stay close to his side.

In an unexpected gesture of affection, Jim reaches out and brushes his thumb over the swell of your cheek. “Just sit tight. I’ll be back before it gets dark.”

Despite Jim’s request for you to sit tight, you find yourself pacing the cottage in his absence. You don’t begrudge him the need for space after being holed up in here for the best part of two weeks. Still, you’d feel more comfortable if he wasn’t alone. If he wasn’t still healing.

It’s difficult to pinpoint, but somewhere along the way your feelings towards him have shifted. At first, he was an unnecessary hindrance. A tag along, slowing you down. Quickly though, you had grown accustomed to his presence, his company undeniably preferable to being alone with your own dark thoughts. 

Yet it wasn’t until he’d been shot - until you’d almost lost him - that you realised quite how important he’d become. It was no longer a case of what he could do for you and more a question of whether you could exist without him.

Exhaustion finally claims you and against your better judgement, you find yourself curled up on the corner of the threadbare sofa, drifting off into a restless slumber. Every night since the outbreak, it’s been the same. You dream of crimson flowing through the streets. Of bloodshot eyes and burnt flesh. Of bodies piled high. Mourning all that you have lost. The past, nothing but a distant memory; the future, a destination you will probably never reach.

You wake with a start, plucked swiftly from sleep by the distant sound of tapping against glass. Your thoughts fly instantly to Jim. Scrambling to your feet, you grab the nearest weapon - a baseball bat - and nervously approach the door. 

The eyes staring back at you through the window aren’t the colour of a winter sky at all.

They’re red. 

Infected.

No.

The weeks of tending to Jim must have softened you. It takes a full ten seconds before your brain jumps into gear, recognising the danger for what it is. A death sentence. Because there’s more than one of them. A host of the infected, clawing at the cottage walls in a frenzied attempt to reach you.  

Suppressing your fear for Jim and praying he’s not among the swarm, you stagger back from the door and exchange the baseball bat for the second rifle. You can’t possibly hope to outrun the infected. The neighbouring buildings are at least a mile away and you’ve barely eaten in days. The best chance you have is to pick them off one by one. 

Providing they don’t get to you first.

It only takes another five seconds, just long enough for you to grab a handful of ammunition and ready the gun, before the first bloody hand breaks through the glass. With your heart in your mouth, bracing yourself for the kick back, you squeeze the trigger.

The explosion of the gun echoes throughout the small cottage, temporarily deafening you. When you open your eyes, the monstrous hand has disappeared only to be replaced by a face, coated in blood and filth and twisted into something no longer human. 

You allow yourself the briefest flicker of relief. It’s not Jim. Then, ears still ringing from the first blast, you reload the rifle and take aim. 

This time, the wooden door splinters as you miss the window. 

Shit.

The infected has its head and shoulders wedged through the small gap now. It’s snarling and spitting, crimson eyes wide and thirsting for blood. Your hands, once steady, are shaking, your fingers fumbling with the small golden bullets as you try to jam them into the magazine. 

Where the hell is Jim?

Your next shot finds its target. The infected - or what is left of it - slumps. But it’s a temporary reprieve. In the blink of an eye, the body disappears and another pair of glowing red eyes fills the window space. The onslaught is far from over

Shoot, reload, repeat.

Over and over again, you fire at the door until contaminated blood stains the cottage's wooden floor. But it’s no use. There are far too many of them. For every one of the rage victims you dispatch, another immediately takes its place. 

Further inside the cottage, a second window shatters. Your heart sinks.

You’re surrounded.

A wave of hopelessness pushes you back against the wall as you struggle to catch your breath. The door isn’t going to hold for much longer and there's nowhere to run. You attempt to reload the gun, but your bullets are finally spent, the casings littering the floor. Jim took the second box of ammunition.

Where is Jim?

As a last resort, you flee the porch and hurry up the stairs, locking yourself in the bedroom. Despite the knowledge that it will only buy you a matter of minutes, you huddle against the far corner of the room, clutching the empty gun. This is what it has come to. All these weeks of fighting for survival. The foolishness of daring to hope for a future. Your feelings for Jim. 

Jim.

If only you’d told him how you feel.

But in the end, none of it matters. It was all just borrowed time.

Tears of anger and frustration pool in your tired eyes. There’s banging and clattering and more glass shattering downstairs. The infected are inside the cottage now. You can hear their savage snarls as they scramble up the stairs. It was foolish of you not to save a bullet for yourself.

Any second now…

Too weak to put up a fight, you squeeze your eyes shut as the bedroom door crashes open, choking on a desperate sob. Death has been a constant presence these last weeks; you didn’t think you’d be quite so afraid when your time finally came. But just like the bullets, you’re fresh out of bravery. As you prepare to take your last breath, you send a silent prayer. Wherever you end up, you hope you’re not alone.

But death, painful and bloody, doesn't come. 

Your eyes flash open at the sound of heavy breathing - panting - and a strangled cry tears from your throat. The figure filling the doorway is a terrifying sight to behold: drenched in sweat and blood and wielding a crimson-coated baseball bat, a wild expression on their once-familiar face. It looks as if they’ve clawed their way out of hell.

But they aren’t infected.

You know it by the pale blue eyes staring out at you through the layers of dirt.

"Jim."

The sound of his name seems to break whatever spell he’s under, the ice cold rage in his expression melting into something like recognition as he steps over the infected body lying lifeless at his feet. Beyond him, the cottage has fallen silent. 

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “Are you ok? Tell me you haven’t been bitten.” 

“I’m ok.” You’re more than ok. Because he’s here, alive and uninfected. Because he’s saved you.

Jim’s shoulders slump with obvious relief and even with the gun pointed in his direction, there’s no further hesitation. He closes the distance to you in two long strides before pulling you into his arms, his gaze rapidly darting across your face. 

“I thought I was too late,” he rasps, cupping your cheek. “I thought I’d lost you. I can’t fucking lose you. Not after everything that’s happened. I can’t...”

You shake your head, afraid that if you open your mouth to interject, you’ll stumble. Or even worse, that with the adrenaline from your brush with death still coursing through your veins, you’ll say something stupid. Something like-

“I love you.”

You don’t have time to react, much less process Jim’s abrupt admission before his mouth crashes into yours and he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you like you’re the cure. It’s rushed and messy and desperate and so thoroughly Jim.

If he notices the tears that begin to spill down your cheeks he certainly doesn’t comment. If anything, he holds you tighter and kisses you harder.

With every brush of his lips, you can feel a piece of your fractured self falling back into place.

Perhaps the end of the world is the perfect time for falling in love.

October Dreams Taglist: @a-reader-and-a-writer @zablife

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KISAKI TETTA ; — you know that kisaki can’t deny you, even when you’re waiting in his office uninvited.

warnings: f!reader, prep + the beginnings of more, exhibitionism / office scenes as always. note: it’s been so long since i’ve written him but i always really enjoy it, even tho i forgot how i actually do it &lt;/3

“anyone could’ve seen you like this, you’re in an office full of men.” kisaki’s tone is unwavering before it’s followed by the click of his office door as it closes, his eyes crawling along your figure as you lay spread out for him on his office desk. there’s bite to his words, but not the type that stings as it’s followed by a drawn out sigh and a careful step closer.

“nobody’s dumb enough to walk into kisaki’s office without knocking first.” you were right, he had rules — privacy, which is why you know this is fine. your thighs are spread, your pussy is wet but his brows twitch at the sound of his last name before he’s slotting himself in the space before you.

“tetta..” you drawl and kisaki feels himself burn at the sound of that name on your lips as he relaxes, feeling your fingertip trace the shape of his jaw while his own squeeze at your hips. his eyes are on yours and there’s a subtle sort of glow in his gaze as you continue. “everyone knows who i belong to.”

“i know. i made sure of it.” he replies quickly, as clean cut and honest as he always is before he pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. the atmosphere in the room is heavy, surrounding you both like a blanket as your hands continue to dance along his skin, smoothing under the collar of his shirt before they tighten and pull him closer for another.

kisaki was powerful, he had an empire, the city in the palm of his hand that was a given — but nothing could make him crumble like a sweet little look from you could, for you, he’d get on his knees and repent. so when he feels your lips on his and your fingers move to tug at his belt, he’s quick to let his hands take over as he makes quick work of the buckle.

“tell me about your day so far, sweetheart.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone despite the sincerity of his question when he pulls himself away, working with the fabric of his shirt as he tugs at his tie and carefully rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

“i had breakfast and cleaned the apartment..” you begin despite the way your chest heaves with want, your gaze fixated on the way he pulls himself apart for you. every square inch of kisaki tetta was perfectly put together, pressed and tucked — expensive suits and accessories, which is maybe why the realisation he’s about to leave you so messy is so addicting.

“and i—“ your sentence wavers when it’s accompanied by the sudden squeeze of his hand along your thigh, tracing closer despite the way he sends you a look that urges you to continue, sucking on his teeth because you know he won’t keep going until you do.

“—i had a bath.” kisaki hums like he’s listening, he always is, hanging on your every word even though his fingers are tracing higher up your skin until he’s petting through your folds. your fingers grab at the edge of his desk as you exhale, head dropping back to reveal more of your skin to him as he presses another kiss against your pulse point.

“did you have lunch?” he asks again despite the way his fingers press onto your clit with purpose, rubbing at you with two fingers until your breathing is turning to soft pants and your thighs are spreading wider. “answer me, sweetheart.” he asks again before his movements deliberately slow.

“not yet. ah.. i want you tetta.” you whisper, eyes casting kisaki a soft, lustful glance as one of your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt — keeping you steady as you try to grind into more of his touch. he keeps up the pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, humming before his free hand is petting along your waist.

“we’ll get you lunch after this, you can eat with me.” he’s talking like he’s unbothered, ignoring the second half of your sentence because you’re not prepped yet. but his hair has fallen over his glasses slightly and he suddenly feels too warm under his shirt everytime he looks at you.

kisaki’s pressing his fingers into with angled purpose as they brush against the spongy spot inside of you, languidly pumping them in and out of your wet walls as he swirls gentle circles into your clit with his thumb. his fingers drag more of your slick out as he makes a sloppy mess between your thighs, uncaring about the way it smears along his desk and slacks as you push yourself closer to him.

“i come all the way to your office because i want you and you still buy me lunch? so sweet, tetta.” your words are drawled, the weight of your arousal making them sound whispery and pretty as you giggle. but he feels the sound burn in his bones as his other hand moves to squeeze at your jaw, making you look at him before hes kissing you softly.

it’s breathtaking the way kisaki’s lips move with yours after you’ve teased him, feeling him suck lightly on your tongue as his fingertips tap at your cheeks — a wordless command that you obey so well before he lets you pull away to breathe.

“i know, still so spoiled. but i take care of you.. don’t i, my love?” you’re nodding before he can even finish the sentence because he does, so much so that if he really became the shadows you know you’d hide from the sun forever. so you send him a starry-eyed look that has him pulling his fingers out of you with the next beat, and because he cares for you — he doesn’t give you a moment to whine before it’s immediately replaced by the weight of his cock resting against you.

kisaki's moves like there's no rush as his hand wraps around the shaft, letting himself press against the entrance to your cunt before he's sinking into you with his next exhale. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him curse with a mixture of need and delight, and your walls reward the stretch of his cock with an intoxicating squeeze around him, one that's followed by his palm resting around the back of your neck to pull you into him as his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“you’re mine.. fuck—so let me take care of you now.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[viperwhispered]

The 'Anything Goes' Story

So, I was thinking of doing a fun little writing challenge thing, where basically

Y’all give me a prompt

I write a short bit according to that prompt

Y’all give me another prompt to continue the story with

I write the continuation to the previous part based on the new prompt

And so on so forth

Now I know my brand’s basically Jamil x reader, but feel free to throw whatever my way, as long as we're sticking to twst.

A serious LeoVil scene? I’ll make an attempt. Crack (taken seriously or not) Crewel x his furcoat? Sure I’ll give it a go. Just a day in the life of the prefect? Yeah I'll go for it.

Like, I can’t promise to do them well, especially with characters I'm less familiar with, but I will try to do something.

Especially with the prompts after the first one, you can totally take things into a totally new direction with genre, style or character suggestions.

Want me to turn the story into a soap opera? Sure. Horror story? I can try. Pepper in some angst (or humor) in the middle of whatever else is going on? I’m on it. Throw a surprise character (or even oc) my way? I’ll try to squeeze them in somehow.

Basically, this is giving you all free reign to throw curveballs my way and see what a beautiful mess story we’ll make together.

I would ask you to keep the prompts short, like a couple lines at most, since the individual story installments will ideally be about drabble length (unless I get carried away, oop). Something like character(s), scenario, tone / genre, or whatever y'all think would be fun to see.

For starters, I’ll pick the first prompt given as a reply / reblog to this post. For future installments, I’ll probably be posting the continuations at different times, giving folks on different timezones the chance to participate and give a prompt.

Also no two prompts in a row from the same person (if this somehow gets a lot of people onboard, I might increase the limit, but let’s start with that).

If for some reason I’m uncomfortable writing something in a particular prompt (or my head is fully empty), I might veto it and ask the person to modify their suggestion / make a new one. I would also like to keep this story sfw, tho I’m okay going suggestive / violent / dramatic with it.

The story installments

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tag list

@colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist

@lex752 @perilous-pasta @twstgo

If you’re someone who would like to be tagged for this thing (or my writing in general), do let me know!

[blackmaylovesfries]

Wild line - New plans

Words: 1169

Sinopse: Seventeen Hybrid AU - After everything that happened in your house, all of you need more reassurement.

Notices: Not so good English, the word suicide.

Solo stories’ destiny

Masterpost

Previous / Next

The days following the invasion of your house, you and your hybrids had to move temporarily to a safe house near the city. It was smaller than your mansion but it was enough for you all to live comfortably. You were confined to the bed for at least 3 months until your worst injuries were okay enough for you to move freely.

The medical team of the center were so busy with you and your family that there was little time for you to talk alone with the boys. You could see that some of them had just gone back to the state you had found them, without trusting humans or really, really frightened. The four boys that weren’t in the house that day also felt the jab, feeling guilty that their brothers had to go through something like that.

Today, there were no doctors in your room. No noise,nothing. You were getting bored and especially worried that you weren't able to see any of the boys yet. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door.

“Yes? Come in.” You try to sit better in the bed, without much success, while your door is opened. You lifted your eyes and was really surprised to see The8 leading a group of hybrids into the room. “Oh, guys! Do you need something? I haven't seen you in ages, how is everyone? I’m so sorry!” It was hard to not say sorry… They had trusted you and your home but you broke it and put all of them at risk…

“Relax, Y/n. We’re all alive.” Dino was the last to enter the room. He closed the door while you studied the faces of those who surrounded your bed. Jihoon went straight to your side, being careful to not disturb your injuries but still near enough so you could be sure he wasn’t avoiding you. Seungcheol and Mingyu sat near yours foot while Chan and Minghao sat on the armchairs near the bed.

They all had some scratches and small bruises across their faces and arms, except The8, who was with the biggest dark circles under his eyes. There was no hybrid without traces of the traumatic event. You were usually a strong lady but their state made your eyes blurry with tears. You could only whisper again how sorry you were.

“Y/n.” Seungcheol’s voice was stern, making you flinch a little and locking eyes with him. “We do not blame you for what happened. None of us do.” To confirm his words, Jihoon grabbed your not broken hand and gave it a squeeze. You opened your month but the bear hybrid wasn’t finished. “Stop it, I mean it. We can be broken and still quite damaged by it but we know who to blame and who to be grateful to.”

“That doesn’t mean we will just stay quiet and trust everything to your organization again tho.” The8’s tone was one of challenge. He was massaging his temple as his eyes glared at your immobilized leg. “We came here to discuss what we’ll do while you heal from your almost suicide.” Let’s just say that although he still didn’t like you, he was still pissed that you tried to defend the house alone.

“That’s fair, I guess…” JayB had come to you with some of the hybrids’ requests. “From what I heard you guys want to start to train in the center with the strike team, not just hand in hand combat but also guns and other weapons and styles.” Your voice trembled a little. “Guys, I can see why y’all think this is necessary but…”

“But we need to feel secure again, human.” The8’s acid calling made you low your eyes in shame. You had failed in keeping them safe and now they were right in wanting to learn how to defend themselves.

“Easy, Minghao.” Mingyu kicked his friend. “What we’re saying, Y/n, is that we don’t want to feel as helpless as this time. We want to help you and be able to defend what is important to us, just like you do.” The marine hybrid smiled at you. “We want your help and permission to protect our family when you can’t or when you need help, because you’re still just a person, Y/n, you’re not invincible.”

“I… I get it, Mingyu…” You sighed to regulate your own emotions about the subject. “Ok… What did you guys think?”

“The domestic hybrids are terrified to be alone without training, so we thought about creating teams. Each one would have at least one wild hybrid, so we can do something even with instincts alone. As the training goes, we can do rounds in the house, so we are certain about all of our security systems.” Jihoon explained to you.

“Besides, we can adapt these teams and our training schedule to better adjust our natural abilities and preferences.” Dino completed. “We need you to help us with practical strategy, Y/n. We have little experience in real life combat as a group and…” His voice disappeared as he blushed.

“And we want to show how we still love you, Y/n, and how we don’t blame you but want to become strong for you.” Seungcheol smiled as he rested a hand on your good leg.

Your tired and defeated sigh didn’t escape the hybrids’ ears. They knew why you were so against them learning how to deal with real guns. This big family wasn’t easy to be formed and most of them had even harder pasts with weapons and violence. Even The8 understood and agreed that in an ideal world, none of his new brothers would ever have to pick up any gun.

But… The wild hybrids had come to you right after talking with the others and they knew how truly terrified all 13 of them were when their home was wrecked and you were in dire danger without any of them being actually capable of doing something to help. These days without your constant presence permitted them to think and discuss a lot.

“I understand.” Your voice just proved to the five boys that their initiative of taking the lead and becoming stronger with their brothers was the right decision. They would finally stop being victims of destiny and would face the world with an open chest. “I’ll talk with Youngjae to run some tests and we can plan your training.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Jihoon squeezed your hand again, before opening a big smile. “Now, can we cuddle a bit?” The Lynx hybrid was so cute you had to laugh.

“I guess we can as long as we are careful.” Most of them didn’t even wait until you were finished and got comfortable around you. “You can go if you want to, The8 and Chan.” You were surprised to see both of the hybrids who would avoid much daily contact with you taking books out and also getting comfortable in their armchairs, with zero intention of leaving.

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[judasisgayriot]

tagged by @floralegia <3

Last song: I think the last song I played was Bob Dylan by FOB (insane song.) we were playing a bunch of stuff out loud though, encompassing A Thousand Miles (complete banger, piano riff unmatched), to So Good by Bratz Rock Angelz (other songs are fine, but eh, they’re no So Good by Bratz Rock Angelz. Invented rock.)

Favourite colours: I’m obsessed with rainbow stuff lol, anything with all the bright rainbow colours together - that doesn’t really count though, so bright blue/teal is def my fave of them all! And also bright pink and purple - yay bi flag lol

Currently watching: current series of Doctor Who (it’s been good!) and also the latest Bridgerton eps - we watched 2 of the latest 4 and then went on holiday with no Netflix so we’ll have to watch the last 2 when we’re home (my main concerns are that both Benedict and Eloise are still gay and that’s FINAL. lmao)

Spicy/savoury/sweet: oh I love alllll (well, maybe medium spicy, not suuuuper spicy). I also love sweet/salty together and I love salty snacks. But ultimately probably sweet. I love the sweeter things in life <3

Relationship status: been in a relationship with @buildarocketboys for nearly 8 years! And I’m always dragging them into my obsessions lol sorry babe <3

Current obsessions: speaking of, can you tell I’m in my Fall Out Boy/Peterick era?? Lmao. It’s like my second FOB era bc I was obsessed with them like 15 years ago, but it’s my first Peterick era bc I didn’t super ship it back then. I’ve been a Patrick girlie from day one tho (RIP Wall of Patrick forever in my heart). But like. I can’t stop thinking about them whoops. Brainrot. The backstory is fully insane though, learning so much deep FOB lore has altered me. What the hell is their DEAL. Anyway.

I’ll always have dormant obsessions lying in wait, like Heroes/the Petrellis and Jesus Christ Superstar, and Pokemon is eternal and has been my main squeeze since I was 5. lol.

Tagging: most ppl I know might’ve been tagged by now? @remembertheskittles @skatingthinandice @afoxnamedmulder if u fancy and like everyone AKA tagged, lol <3

[robo-writing]

If you are still taking requests for FFXVI stories, could I request one of Cid in Waloed with one of the ladies of the court there? ; v ; <3 You're free to characterize her as you wish, tho I am partial to him being a loveable rogue and she's much more prim and proper. QvQ Thank youuuuuuuu

Hey anon, I'm a chronic overwriter. I could've had this done within an hour, but guess what? I have no self control. I loved the idea so much that, well, I made this. Pairing: Cidolfus Telamon/Reader (female pronouns) Word count: 2.4k Rating: 18+ Warnings: fingering, cunnilingus

Cidolfus Telamon, Lord Commander of Waloed; A man far beyond your reach, and yet he still admires you from across the hall.

His eyes burn a hole into you from across the room. Dark clothes and even darker hair, he watches, a coy smile stretched across his face as you tend to your mistress’ needs. 

You want to look, but you don’t. You force your eyes forward instead. It would be inappropriate for a lady to lust after a man such as him. 

But then again, your thoughts of him are anything but appropriate.

“Your mind is far away,” your mother admonishes. “I can see it in your eyes.” You bow, mumble an apology as she walks away. You follow faithfully, and know in your heart that as you leave, his eyes follow you with every step.

“What is your name, my lady?” he asks, a rare moment where your mother is nowhere to be found.

The thought of silence crosses your mind, perhaps if you ignore these feelings, ignore him, then maybe he would no longer haunt your mind. A single look at his charming face tells you no, that he would still find a way.

You tell him your name, and he repeats it back, grins through each syllable.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Your face heats up, and you turn to watch the flowers sway in the breeze.

He chuckles softly at that. “You’re even prettier when you’re shy.”

You turn back to him, not quite sure what to say at that. “Thank you, Lord Commander.” A shake of his head, flashing you an almost boyish grin. “Only my men call me that. I would much rather you call me Cid.” Cid. It’s informal, personal. You move to argue, but a hand at your shoulder stops you.

He leans in and your eyes dart around nervously. You’re in the garden, anyone could see the two of you, if the mistress knew-

His fingers squeeze at your shoulder, and your mind is silenced. For a moment, it’s just the two of you.

His voice cuts through the silence, deep, heady. “I insist, my lady.”

You nod wordlessly, and he moves away, satisfied. “Good. I think we’ll get along just fine.”

A final pat and he leaves you to your flowers. A part of you wishes he didn’t.

When you return to your chambers and find a bouquet of flowers, the same ones from the garden, you’re quick to stash them away. When your mother returns and asks about them you lie and say a suitor sent them to her, but you know the truth.

Your feet move with a practiced ease to the sound of music.

One step, then another, co-ordinated. You move across the floor gracefully, your mistress’ instruction in the back of your mind.

Back straight, arms extended, chest forward. Keep your head high, be confident.

Hand in hand, you move in tandem with another nobleman, absentminded. It’s for formality more than anything, but it doesn’t mean it’s not important.

Back and forth, side by side. It’s stiff, formal, businesslike. He speaks, something about his fortune or his estate, you’re not quite sure. After enough Gala’s they all sound the same, and it wouldn’t matter anyway, since your mind is occupied by another. Boredom possesses your very being. A bow, and the dance is finished, the nobleman leaving to dance with one of many fair ladies in the room. You bow in turn, and sigh internally. Remember, you are a lady. Behave as how ladies should behave.

You watch him walk away, and for a while it’s peaceful. Stood by the way, you wait with the other women hoping to catch the eye of a fine gentleman. They gossip among each other, idle chatter of whatever bachelor of the day has caught their eye. You half-heartedly reply, not truly paying attention until a hushed whisper moves through the crowd, everyone looking at the entrance.

You turn, and your eyes widen.

Stood by the doorway is none other than Cid. His head on a swivel, he searches the crowd for something, the crowd slowly moving aside for him with each step. 

His verdant eyes catch your own, mischief on his face. A quick stride, the ocean of people parting for him, and he stops in front of you, watching you up and down.

You forget yourself for a moment, speaking without a thought. “You’re not supposed to be here.” “Am I not?” He smirks, adjusting his tunic. 

The motion brings your eyes to his exposed chest before you correct yourself. “I didn’t-” You pause, considering your words carefully. “Why have you graced us with your presence, Lord Commander?” He tilts his head, looks at the crowd of people that watch you two, and grins. “I came to see you.” You can hear several women gasp behind you.

“Me, sir?” You question. 

A nod of his head. “Yes, you.” “Have I offended you in some way?” “Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.” He says upbeat. Everyone is listening in at this point, and there is a visible change in atmosphere when he holds your hand between his leather-clad fingers.

Back bent, he bows before you. “May I have this dance?” Your heart stops for a moment, unable to believe anything that has happened in the last minute. You ask, meekly, “I beg your pardon, sir?” “Oh, did I say it wrong?” He looks up at you, curious. “I would very much like to share a dance.” It’s hard enough to believe, much less see. Even as his thumb rubs against your skin you have trouble believing it yourself.

“Y-Yes.” You answer, stammering before remembering your mistress’s training. “Yes, I should like to have this dance.” “Wonderful then,” He pulls you closer, whispering into your ear when your hands hold his own. “Be gentle with me now, I’m out of practice.” A wink, and your knees nearly buckle.

He moves not with practice but with confidence, unlike you, who’s been taught a routine from the day you were born. Dancing with Cid is unlike anything you’ve done. It’s as if he moves with you, not alongside you.

The crowd has fully separated for the two of you, everyone halting their own dances to watch the Lord Commander waltz with a lady-in-waiting.

They chatter away and you hear not a single word, too lost in the feeling of him. 

“We seem to be drawing quite the attention dear,” he speaks lowly.

You bite back a laugh, whispering in turn. “That tends to happen when you interrupt a formal event.”

“Interrupt?” He says confused. “I believe there has been a misunderstanding.“

A spin, and you’re pulled right back to him, far too close to be anything but intimate. His breath fans against your face, eyes falling to your lips, and back to your eyes.

“I’m not interrupting, I’m courting you.”

The words rattle in your brain. You understand what he says, but you don’t, not in the slightest. Amusement is written on his face, just as disbelief is written on yours.

“That’s—that’s impossible.”

“Is it?” He chuckles, moves your body against his own. “I’m doing it right now, I would say it’s pretty possible.”

“You’re second in command to the king!” You whisper through your teeth. “You have your choice of any woman in the land!”

“I do. And I choose you.”

The song ends, but he still holds you close. This kind of embrace is improper, but he couldn’t care less.

Slowly, he lets you go, but not before leaving you with a final message.

“I hope we can do this again.”

Your mother is a cruel woman, sharp gaze and an even sharper tongue. Word has reached her ears of what happened, and she is less than pleased.

You feel the anger before you enter the room, and when you do her brow is already furrowed.

“The Lord Commander?” She scoffs. “A mercenary, only afforded a position in the castle due to his Eikon.”

She spits venom, tongue lashing. “You would do well to ignore his advances. A nobleman is much better suited for a lady of your ranking.”

“Of course ma’am.” You nod, apologize, anything to placate her. You know she speaks the truth but a nobleman is not what you want. What you want is far more untamed than any nobleman could provide.

As punishment you are to stay in your room. This doesn’t deter Cid, if anything it only spurs him further. A flower sent to your door, then two, then a whole bouquet. A comb, modest but still decorated finely. A bracelet, with a note attached. You smile when you read the reason behind the purchase; it reminded him of your eyes.

He sends more gifts, and you deny them all. Boxes of chocolate, flowers, even a dress. That one hurt to turn away, the fabric attractive and soft against your hands, but your mothers orders were clear. 

Still, he doesn’t stop. He sends more to replace them, and when your mother isn’t looking, you chance a taste of the chocolates he’s sent you now, delighting in the sweet taste before noticing a note hidden beneath the lid.

Meet me at the castle rooftop tonight, at midnight.

You shouldn’t. But your heart tugs at the sight of it, your fingers snatch the small piece of paper before throwing the box in the trash, rubbing circles against it as you go about your day. It feels heavy in your hand, a reminder.

The sun hangs low in the sky, shades of gold and red that fall into darkness. You tug at your nightgown, slip into your shoes and leave once your mother is fast asleep.

You shouldn’t. But you do anyway.

Just as he said he would, he stands on the roof, waiting. He notices you before you speak, voice calling out in the darkness.

“You’re here.”

“I am…” you say. “How did you know I would come?”

He strokes his chin in thought. “I didn’t, the same way I didn’t know you would dance with me.”

He tilts his head, and smiles. “I tend to take gambles like this often.”

“But I denied every one of your gifts…”

“You did, but a gift means nothing.”

He walks towards you and you don’t move. “You danced with this old sack of bones, and that means more to me than any gift.”

“Unless you mean to reject me in person,” he sighs dramatically, hand over his heart in a pious gesture. “Then you’d really break this old man's heart.”

He says it with a smile, but there’s still a lingering emotion in his eyes. Doubt?

It’s gone the moment you shake your head. “My mother does not want us to be together.”

“And what do you want?”

The question throws you for a loop, eyebrows raising. “No one’s ever bothered to ask.”

“That’s a damn shame now, isn’t it?” He clicks his tongue. “But that’s what I’m here for.”

He repeats himself, his hand reaching to hold your face. “What do you want, my lady?”

A bird in a gilded cage, and the man offering her freedom. He makes you feel seen, for the first time in your life. 

You nod, wordless, the smell of tobacco and leather overtaking your senses. “I want you.”

His eyes light up, and he meets you in a scalding kiss, cradling your head between his hands. 

He sneaks into your room when no one notices, hushes your protests with a press of his lips.

“What if the guards catch you?” you sigh. He laughs at the notion, moves you with him as he caresses you. “Then we’ll have to give them a show, won't we?” “Cid!” 

He expects the swat to his chest, but it doesn’t make his statement any less true. He could not give a damn if he was caught, because any punishment is worth seeing you.

The bed sinks with your combined weight, his legs straddling your own. You bite your lip at the view, his eyes darkening as they pass over your form.

“You haven’t been waiting too long, have you?”

He’s teasing you, and you know it. You don’t need to answer, he can see how desperate you are, he just wants to hear you say it.

“You’re incorrigible,” you whisper. 

Your skirt is hiked up, exposing your underwear. Without warning his fingers trace against your clothes heat, a wicked look on his face as his fingertips find your wetness staining the fabric.

“Evidently, you love it.” he muses, your hips rising as he rubs circles against your pussy. Slow, sensual, he makes no move to give you more.

He looks at you, waiting. “Come now, don’t be shy.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly he can take control over you, and how easily you let him. 

A low whine, your hand holding his wrist. “Please.” His fingers press harder, but it’s not enough. “I don’t know darling, you’re not very convincing.” A sharp intake of air, and then you moan for him. “Please, Cid.” In a flash your underwear is pulled down your legs, a single finger entering you as you gasp. 

He visibly shudders at the sigh, kissing you as his finger moves inside you. Your lips part for him gratefully, his tongue moving against your own.

There’s a faint squelch, the sound of your wetness as he pumps in and out. He adds another finger and you moan into his mouth. 

Faster and faster, they move inside you. Your hands hold onto his jacket, closing your eyes and surrendering yourself to his deft fingers. When he finds that spongy part you cry out, bring your hand to your mouth as he watches your juices run down his hand.

“Keep going, that’s it,” He murmurs into your neck, kissing the expanse of skin offered. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t stop, not until he’s certain he’s wrung out every drop of pleasure from your body. His thumb meets your clit and you keen for him, his name leaving your lips helplessly.

You look so sweet, so depraved for him. Anyone would have a hard time believing you were a noblewoman, not with the way you beg for him, tears rimming your eyes. You tremble against his hand as you come and the image nearly drives him mad.

He pulls his fingers free, spreads your cunt with two fingers and watches mesmerized as the mess you’ve made. So tantalizing, a single finger gathering your essence. 

He decides then and there that he can’t help himself, lowering himself to press a sloppy kiss against your cunt. You plead for him, a moment of reprieve, but he just can’t stop himself.

“One more time darling,” he grunts between your legs, holding them down in a strong grip. “One more time, promise—”

In a way, he got his wish. This is a dance, just not the kind you perform in front of others.

[bohnsky]

You guys. I might just be the happiest person alive right now. When I started getting into F1 a few months I decided for whatever reason (the reason being Charles Leclerc) to support Ferrari. I quickly learned that being a Ferrari fan came with lots of downs and very few highs, but today I learned that the highs can be so high that you want to die on the spot because there is no way life could get any better.

You can guess how I feel about Carlos winning today. In Monza I got a Chestappen podium, now I got a Carlando podium. What’s next? Strollonso? Sewis? (thinking about it, Seb’s going to be in Suzuka, maybe we’ll actually get Sewis content, not a podium tho)

Also I didn’t expect to see Eric Nam at F1. Never in my life would I have expected to watch Eric Nam shake Carlos Sainz’ hand. Like wtf?

And that last grill the grid episode killed me. As someone who is interested in geography I can say that some of their answeres were catastrophic. It was hard to watch at some points. (Like wtf do you mean you have to find Europe first?)

So here are my favorite drivers four months and a week into liking f1. This time I decided to do a top five because my top three haven’t changed in ages:

1. Alex Albon

I love him, his voice, his face, his goofy laugh, his personality, (his girlfriend ahem), his driving, his everything. Please marry me. The marketing short film with the Albon pets, I mean come on. Alex and cats is everything I need in my life. And the other drivers with his shoes, that’s so cute.

The weekend was not optimal for Williams, but tbh I didn’t really pay much attention to them because I was a little distracted by Ferrari and Red Bull.

2. Sergio Perez

Okay hear me out. I love Checo and I feel bad for what I’m about to say but I was so happy that Red Bull had a bad weekend. I like Max and I love Checo but it felt so good to see someone else win for a change. Although I would’ve loved to see Checo in front, because I always do.

3. Charles Leclerc

My little Ferrari heart was so happy this weekend. And I think that Charles should have pitted for mediums in the end there and maybe we would’ve gotten both Ferraris on the podium. Charles did some incredible defending and keeping the Mercs behind him to help Carlos. Afterwards he seemed a little bummed out, but happy enough for the team and Carlos.

Also he’s just the cutest on grill the grid, always looks so confused. And his laugh, I can’t with him.

4. Lewis Hamilton

This is probably no surprise to anyone, because I keep debating if I should put him or Charles on third and Charles always wins. Lewis is great and he deserves the podium. Although I do think that George should have gotten it.

Also I just found out that he has an Extreme X team. With Christina Gutierrez. How cool is that please? (Not as cool as Carlos Sr. with Laia Sanz my love my one and only, but still)

5. Carlos Sainz

So this is where it gets intresting, because I had Lando and Lance on my list for fifth as well, but lately I have become somewhat obsessed with Carlos. I’ve always liked him, but now I love him. He has become one of my favorite drivers (otherwise he wouldn’t be fifth lol). He is funny, smart, seems like a very nice guy and doesn’t take himself too seriously and I love that. I guess you can imagine how I went feral several times this weekend. The fact that he kept Lando close enough so he’d be in his DRS zone. I mean sure it was strategy, but still. I like to believe that he did it solely to help his Lando.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. Of course, what a great race and I can’t with all of this Carlando content. They deserve the world. But damn just let Lando stay home when you do geography with grill the grid. It hurts us all, not only him.

Lance. I really don’t know what it is about him. He took my heart. Every time I see him, I just want to squeeze him. I was super happy about all the Lance content we got from grill the grid, but then quail happened. I just hope he is okay and recovers quickly. That crash was insane, but luckily security got better over time.

Fernando. First it was all fun and games with Strollonso and all, but I’ve somehow started to actually get attached. He makes me happy, or in this case sad, because the race sucked for him. Not a good weekend for AM. Also Fernando with Alex' shoes. Loved it.

Max. I feel bad for him. I am happy that the Red Bull reign is over (for now) but he deserves a good car, because he’s just such a good driver. Also he really impressed me in grill the grid.

George. I shouldn’t be mad at him for being good, but I am. But at the same time I’m happy for him. He’s a great driver and damn what a race today, he really should have stood on that podium. But he ruined a Ferrari front row by being good so I am allowed to be mad.

Esteban. First of all, happy birthday my man. The race sucked again, but at least this time there was some coverage of him and we didn’t have to assume that he got abducted by aliens. And again, I love his accent way too much.

Liam. I had the time of my life watching his quail. I might have celebrated a little too much when he kicked Max out, but oh well. And he got his first points, which is great for him. I hope he gets a permanent seat soon.

Daniel. I had to include him just so I can mention Taylor Swift. My man singing Our Song was the best thing ever.

[cybersoldier82]

OK so the other day i finally got my ass in gear and started mackenzies gear ref, after that imma do sum gift art for @yuco-the-alien116(only they know what it is tho)and maaaayyybe i can try and squeeze in some Christmas art + another gear ref for maybe Requis or sum before the year ends hopefully, we’ll see ;3

[thimblediaries]

It’s been so long.

Hey, it’s been so long since I’ve updated this blog.

Anyway, just droppin’ by to say I’m alive. It’s more than 3 years already since the pandemic started and I thank God that I’m still breathing. The last post I had on this blog was “Out of Shape”, that was me reflecting on how I gained weight and how it doesn’t make me happy at all. I’ve moved back to my apartment November of 2020 because of work and apartment concerns. So back to living without the fam.

So what happened for the past few years?

Weight loss journey.

Church community.

New Hobby & community.

Mental health.

Work stuff.

Wardrobe update.

Loving myself.

Weight Loss Journey

I tried to loose some weight, it was quite a successful one. I started mid November of 2020 from 139 lbs I lost a couple of pounds which I’m happy since I can already wear my clothes, zip up my pants without the feeling of squeezing it in and fast forward to now, I’m trying to maintain my weight, as long as I’m within 121 - 125 lbs., I’m already good with that. I don’t do gym anymore. I just focused on my calorie intake and been in love with yoga and just adding a bit of HIIT workout at home.

Church Community

Ever since I went back to living alone, I’ve been craving for church community but for some reason it just didn’t work out for me since most of the time connect groups were done in a physical setup and since I don’t go to church physically like pre-pandemic, I’ve been preferring online services and I don’t do church related physical meetups / get together from 2020 to 2021, maybe that’s why it didn’t workout well.

New Hobby & Community

I have been immersed in this new hobby of collecting anime figures (can be playable as well). I created a social media account for that since I started receiving invites and even messages from some folks in my personal social media about “Insurance” or them “borrowing for money”. There’s even a point where some do the ‘guilt-trippin stuff’ like “you don’t have some spare money, but you can buy toys?”. It’s seriously annoying so after that I ended up not posting any stuff related to this new hobby.

On a brighter side, since I created a separate social media account for this hobby, I started meeting people with the same hobby as I do! It was fun discussing with folks anything related to this hobby with these folks and I honestly enjoy it. It took quite a while but seriously it made me forget that it’s still pandemic. 

Mental Health

Afaik, I’m currently stable but yes, I constantly talk to a shrink because I felt like there’s just no one to talk to. I don’t have really friends who I can be vulnerable with so I just settled talking to a shrink - at least it’s being kept professionally (I hope). Tho really, there are times that I had troubles with myself, some are quite triggering and some well... self pity I guess. I’d say 2021 was the worst for my mental health and fast forward to now, I’m still in the process of trying to cope up.

Work Stuff

I actually moved to a different team mid-2021 and I’m currently in between of regretting and being grateful to it but really, I don’t see myself growing for quite some time now in my career. I want a change to that, I even discussed this with the upper management but it just looks like there’s not much of projects currently. Still, I am grateful that I do have a job which is my source of income. I just hope sooner or later we’ll have more projects to work on or even opportunities since I’m starting to feel like I’m one of those who don’t give that much value to the team which sucks really. 

Wardrobe Update

I’m slowly trying to transition my wardrobe to basic clothing, those without prints. I even prefer neutral tone colors for quite some time now. 

Loving Myself

I honestly used to be hard on myself whenever I did something wrong but fast forward to now I’m trying to slowly be understanding with myself. It takes time tho but yeah hopefully sooner or later it would be easier already for me to do so.

So that’s a quick update on myself for the past years.

/M

[sumus-blog]

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[landoncrris]

hi bestie, love your work!!!

i was wondering if u could do one with mason, when him and the reader are expecting a baby and mason is always kissing her belly and talking with the bump. maybe one day they're taking care of summer and she with mason are talking with the bump?

hope it makes sense <3

tysm anon!! hope you like it,,, i didn’t mention any of his family names tho because idk tbh, but i hope you don’t mind <3 it’s also not my best but my head was completely blank when i wrote this, i apologise

weekend sleepover - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED // MASTERLIST

warnings: english is not my first language, not proofread

word count: 1.7k

gif by @masonmovnt

“Thank you again for taking her.” said Mason’s sister, giving her daughter one last kiss on the head before heading for the door to say a final goodbye to you and Mason.

“Of course, enjoy your weekend.” you murmured, and she gave you one last squeeze before heading out the door while Mason told the little girl in his arms to wave goodbye to her parents.

“We’ll be back Sunday afternoon!” his sister yelled, to which you sent her a thumbs up before they took off and you closed the door. You agreed to look after Mason’s niece again, but for the first time she was staying longer than a day, which made you a little anxious, but on the other hand was the perfect opportunity to practice, as you and Mason would soon be parents too.

“Can we bake biscuits, Uncle Masey?” the little girl’s voice rang out right after you closed the door, making you turn around and see her wrapping her arms around his neck, pleading him with her eyes. Seeing them like that always made you extra broody, and now that you knew you were getting a girl too, you really didn’t want to wait a moment longer to finally have her.

“Well, Aunt Y/N, can we?” Mason asked you, which made you think for a moment, because the last time they were in the kitchen together, most of the ingredients seemed to end up on the floor or walls. But you couldn’t deny it as they both looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Sure we can.” you mumbled as you stepped closer to them, watching her clap her hands excitedly and cling even tighter around Mason’s neck, almost strangling him, eliciting a laugh from you. When you got close enough, Mason immediately pulled you to his side, his hand intuitively finding its way to your bump. He’d always have at least one hand on your belly since he knew you were pregnant with his child, even back when nothing was showing yet.

“Do you want to decorate them too and give some to Mommy and Daddy when they get back?” you wanted to know, to which she nodded eagerly, “Alright, I’ll get everything ready.” trying to break free from Mason’s grip, but he wouldn’t let you until he had placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I want kisses too.” she pouted, pulling Mason away from you by his neck, and on the way to the kitchen all you heard was her giggling, echoing through the house as he spread kisses all over her face.

While they were busy baking, you sat across from them most of the time, trying not to get involved in their food fight to avoid having to take another shower today. You had a lot of fun watching them though, also making some videos and sending them to the Mount family group. Everyone gushing about how cute it was and what a great dad Mason will be — which you couldn’t agree more to.

He was so caring of you two, too, always making sure you were okay and immediately getting you anything you wanted or doing anything you wanted — which, to be fair, he did before, but now it felt like he was doing it for your daughter, too, and that only made you love him more. Also, there wasn’t a night in the last two weeks where he didn’t go to bed without saying goodnight to his little girl or telling her how his day was, to which he almost always got a response, as she started kicking around two weeks ago, already loving the sound of his voice.

“You okay?” Mason snapped you out of your thoughts as he sidled up to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head while his niece was busy decorating the biscuits. You nodded at his question and turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips, smiling as you tasted the dough on them.

“Look! I’m finished.” she called out, whereupon both your heads turned towards her and you had to lean over the kitchen island a little to see it properly, “They look amazing, Princess," you said, getting up from the bar stool, walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the head,

“Are these for your parents?” you pointed at the biscuits decorated with little hearts and the letters M & D. At your question, she nodded and hummed as you brushed the hair that fell in her face behind her ear, “Alright, let’s wrap them up, shall we?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it. And I’ll tidy up too.” Mason said, to which you gave him a grateful look and he winked in response.

“Come on princess, let’s get you cleaned up.” You took her in your arms to carry her upstairs and bathe her as she was covered in flour and her hands stuck together, while Mason was busy cleaning up the kitchen.

As soon as you were both done, you settled down on the couch with the TV on in the background to keep her occupied while she ate. “Come here quickly,” you said to the little girl as you felt your little girl kick against your hand. She did as you said, confused, and climbed onto your lap before you took her tiny hands in yours and placed them where yours had been a few seconds ago.

“Uncle Masey!” she shrieked excitedly as she also felt a kick against her hand, causing him to hum and she told him to get over here quickly, luckily her voice was full of excitement so he knew not to worry.

“Be quiet, sweetie, or you’ll scare her.” you mumbled, to which she nodded and took her hands off your stomach as Mason came back into the room and handed you the tea he made before sitting down next to you both.

“What is it?”

“I felt her kick.” she whispered, and your heart warmed at her cautiousness, feeling her kick again at the sound of her father’s voice, so you took his hand too and put it right there.

“Well look who decided to wake up.” said Mason, making himself more comfortable by lying down next to you and resting his head by your stomach, smiling as he felt another light kick against his hand. At which, you pulled your shirt up so there was nothing separating their hands and your bump.

“Try talking to her, Sweetheart.” You told his niece, moving your arms so that both your hands were playing fiddling with Mason’s and his niece’s hair, watching her face contort as she thought of a topic of conversation.

“Can I tell her about how we baked?”

“Of course you can.” Mason replied to her before she gently placed her fingers on your bump again and began to trace patterns on the skin, just like Mason.

“So, me and Uncle Masey made chocolate biscuits today because they said I could eat all the candy I wanted if I didn’t tell my Mommy and Daddy,” she interrupted herself with a gasp as she felt another kick, and her smile widened even more as you looked admiringly at the two people sitting in front of you stroking your bump. “Go on, she likes you.”

“I like you too,” she whispered a little closer to your bump, eliciting a breathy laugh from you before she carried on, “The biscuits tasted really good, but the whole kitchen was dirty afterwards, Oh, I can’t wait for us all to bake together! I’ll invite my Mommy and Daddy too so Uncle Masey doesn’t have to clean it all up himself.” she laughed and an even higher pitched laugh escaped her as he tickled her lightly, but immediately putting her hand over her mouth,

“We have to be quiet so as not to scare her,” she whispered again, crawling over to you and snuggling into your side to get more comfortable, “now it’s your turn, Uncle Masey.”

“Well let’s see, today in training your Uncle Chilly thought it was a good idea to hide my shoes and wouldn’t tell me where they were, so I had to search the whole training centre to find them—”

“Where were they hidden?” asked the little girl in your arms, who was also listening intently to what he had to say, although you felt her head growing heavier against your chest, while her eyelashes fluttered from time to time because she was tired, for it was almost past her bedtime.

“In a washing machine, which of course was the last place I looked.” he said, looking up at the sight of you, which made his stomach flutter with happiness because he loved the relationship between you and his niece, but equally because he had to imagine you holding his little girl in your arms in about three months’ time, which made him as proud and happy as he’d ever been. He tilted his head slightly to the side to kiss your wrist, as your hand was still buried in his hair, before turning back to your bump and continuing to talk about his day,

“Which also got me in a bit of trouble with your mummy for not being home in time for dinner—”

“Not the first time.” You rolled your eyes, which made him smile sheepishly, while his gaze wandered to his niece again, who had her eyes closed and was fiddling with her fingers in her hair, a habit she always did when she was particularly tired.

“God, I can’t wait to meet you,” he mumbled, pressing a loving kiss to your bump. “We’re going to have the best time ever, I promise. We’ll annoy your mommy so much she’ll hate us.” he whispered the last part, whereupon you gave him a light pat against the back of the neck, which elicited a giggle from him.

Mason leaned up and pressed a brief kiss to your lips, trying not to startle his niece too much before returning to his previous position, “You’ve still got to teach me how to braid hair, love.”

“I will.” you hummed, running your hand back into his hair as you felt him press another kiss to your bump, to which your daughter gave another kick in the exact same spot, which you both smiled at.

“I love you too, my little girl.”

[chosossprincesss]

Death of a Bachelor pt. 3

✧ Part 1 Part 2

✧ PAIRINGS: Pornstar!Choso x Reader, slight Yuji x Reader

✧ GENRE: Slice-of-life, romance, eventual smut and some humor :)

✧ Warnings: Whehheeewww...so here we go: Smut! So much Smut, oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, swearing, use of the word slut but make it loving lol, dub-con! not really but if you squint? idk just wanna make sure, everything is 100% consensual tho, cliffhanger haha, choso is a menace, ringplay...(?),oofc yuuji :(, choking soooo light breathplay, idk what else to tag but yeah this is mature content for people of age! so minors dni

Important note: The reader is called Yue in this. !

✧

Soooo...here it is finally!

I know it took me a while but I'm grateful you were so patient :)

This is really long, like 15 pages, I read over it soooo often so if there are still mistakes be gentle with me, this is not my first language.

I'm always happy to hear what you think and I just wanted to remind everyone that my requests are currently open so just send an ask my way if you got a valentine I could write you a little something for lol.

Anyways, enough from me!

Enjoy this smutfest with Choso and Yue ;) and remember safe sex is sexy sex. Don't be like them, children!

All my love,

Kiko <3

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The cab came to a screeching halt, it had started to rain as told by the soft thuds against the window. Megumi turned around, looking at you with a slight furrow of his brows, as he saw Yuuji half molten into your heavily breathing figure. The two of you made eye contact and it was as if Megumi could read your mind, as if he could feel that it was time for him to intervene.

“Alright, Yue, I’ll help you out,” Megumi said pointedly, as he moved to get up and slammed the door shut. That woke Yuta, who started groaning and moving next to you. Eventually Megumi appeared at the door to your left, opening it forcefully and grabbing Yutas arm. Yuta was still dizzy, lids hanging heavy and he did not find it in him to protest Megumi nor question what was happening. With quick, languid movements you escaped from Yuujis iron grip and shot him one last look, before exiting the taxi into the cold night rain. Megumi let go of a still past tipsy Yuta, who like a little animal taken from its nest, hurriedly scurried back onto his seat, closing the door.

“You good?” Megumi asked, as you stood in front of him, looking through your belongings to make sure nothing was left behind.

“Um yeah, just more than ripe for bed and kind of dreading tomorrow,” you answered jokingly, oblivious to Megumis stern eyes on you and the worry radiating off him.

“I can talk to Yuuji, you know?” your tall best friend said, as the two of you made your way around the cab towards the door of your apartment complex, he caught onto the surprise flashing in your eyes,”I’m sure he’d understand, that you’re not-”, Megumi scratched the back of his head, looking for a way to voice his concern, but you brought a hand to his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze to let him now, you were fine.

“Don’t worry about me too much, Megumi. Worry instead about these two overgrown babies,” you laughed pointing to Yuuji and Yuta snoring in the backseat of the cab.

Megumi smiled slightly, his expression showing that he was still reluctant to let you go,”come on, we’ll be soaked if we stand around any longer.”

Megumi agreed and ruffled your hair as a good-bye, before vanishing back into the car. You watched as he said something to the driver and they pulled out of the drive-way. Suddenly as you were alone there in the rain, in the cold, you felt exhaustion rattle your bones. It was making its way through you, sinking deep into your limbs and eyes, and you realized just how much you were longing for your warm and comfortable bed. At this point, you thought to yourself, I’ll leave the rest to me tomorrow.

✧

To your surprise the next morning almost all of your troubles seemed to vanish into thin air.

Neither did you have a hangover, nor did Yuuji seem to remember the events in the cab last night and there was no uncomfortable energy surrounding the two of you at work.

But as you made your way to the playground with a bunch of five year olds, you realized that there were two things indeed not in your favor. On the soft patch of your neck, that just yesterday a certain pink haired friend of yours had assaulted, a moderate but suspicious, purplish mark had formed. Thanks to Yuuji, you were now wearing a bandaid on the side of your neck, that maybe fooled your little charges but anyone over the age of fourteen would surely look right through that little act and the thought filled you with hot shame. Teenagers covered up hickeys, not a grown-up kindergarten teacher.

The fact that Yuuji had not commented at all on the absurdly placed bandaid told you that maybe he remembered more about last night than he let on. After all the commotion yesterday and having fallen victim to a brutal wave of exhaustion, you had totally forgot to text a certain already rather pissed Sex-on-legs.

Fuck.

And just as you expected, Choso was indeed pissed. Not only had he barely slept, since the rest of his friends had insisted on staying till three in the morning at the bar, but he had neither received an answer from you, nor a follow request on any of his social medias.

Maybe you did not use Instagram fine, it was probably in his favor - you not seeing his profile, if he was honest.

Choso was on his upteenth cigarette, as he decided to take a walk, before his shoot in the evening. He was still in black sweats and a gray tank, as he had just gotten done sweating out the drugs in his system by working out. Not only that but working out always seemed to help take his mind off things. Or of someone that seemed to haunt his thoughts lately. When Choso woke up around noon, he had almost subconsciously reached for his phone immediately checking his messages. 0.

Angrily he had grit his teeth as he rose from the bed, to take a shower. He was angry and that made him feel especially helpless, as he noticed his very apparent arousal.

That mix of anger and arousal was still lingering on him, as he made his way through the park. Choso could not think of the last time he had mimed his brain like this over someone. Something immature and prideful kept the man from just double texting you. As Choso made his way through the park currently overrun by families, dog owners and teenagers a sound made him stop dead in his tracks. Chosos ears perked up to catch the sound again, just to be completely sure.

But as he turned to the side, gaze locked onto the playground a mere couple of meters away, he had to gulp.

Hard.

It really was your laugh echoing over to him in waves. Chosos jaw clenched at the sight. There she stood, a toddler perched on her hips as another two were dragging her along by her hand.

His spine began to tingle at the sight, memories of his childhood flashed in front of him, before they turned into a vision of the future. You, just like this, with his children on your hips.

What the fuck was he thinking, he bit down on his tongue hard, to shake the thought, no

matter how enticing it felt to give in. Chosos head snapped back up as he heard your soft laugh again, eyes narrowed into slits at the sight before him. There was a man, your co-worker he presumed, perched on a bench, shouting something over at you, that as Choso now understood, was the cause of your laughter.

These coincidences of running into you were getting too much, Choso thought to himself as he tried to ignore something ugly, green and vile bubbling up in his chest. People run into each other all the time right? Calling it a stroke of luck or fate would seriously be pushing it, Choso reasoned with himself as he tried to tear his eyes away and keep walking. You were just some girl.

His head snapped back to where you were, at the sound of you laughing once again, he could feel his toes curling at the sight of you now sitting next to your co-worker and the dude getting way too close to you. Maybe he’s the one who called you yesterday, tearing you away from Choso, responsible for him not being able to feel your hand on his face a little bit longer, and now that asshole was sitting there, making you laugh, invading your personal space. A part of Choso was pleading with himself, begging for him not to care, to keep going, to stay the way he was, to not give in to the cracks currently threatening his peace of mind, to stay as he was: alone, uncaring, unfeeling.

But the way you had talked to him, looked at him, listened to him, opened up to him, had given him glimpses not only of what could be, but what once was. It was wrong to burden you with a responsibility you could not know about, to make you something you’re not.

The crazy thing is, if you had not touched him, maybe he could turn away. But after having felt your warmth on his skin, Choso knew he had to act.

“Urgh, I’m really not on top of my game today,” Yuuji groaned next to you, wrapping his fingers behind his head, eyes perched onto your little charges running around the playground. You giggled softly.

“I told you drinking on weekdays is bad,” you sneered, playfully flicking his nose. Yuuji let out an exaggerated shriek and rubbed his nose, feigning an actual injury. His ember eyes fixed yours, as he drew closer to you, one arm coming to rest on the bench.

“Where did you run off to yesterday, Yue,” Yuuji asked, all playfulness gone from his voice, and you caught his deep, dark eyes traveling down to where the bandage was sitting on your neck. Maybe if he had forgotten yesterday's events, Yuuji was suspecting someone else of having had a go at the soft spot, how ironic, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to say something, two of Yuujis eyes suddenly shot up to where the bandaid was, and you pulled back as you realized he was about to pull it off of you.

“What happened there, Yue?”, Yuujis voice dropped an octave as he spoke,it was weird seeing him like this and it reminded you of how he had grabbed onto you yesterday. Hungry, possessive even. The situation was almost funny to you, the thought that your pink haired friend was jealous of himself. But as much as you tried keeping your thoughts light and playful, you felt anxiety rise up at what this could possibly mean. Did your best friend since preschool have feelings for you? Actual, grown up feelings?

Little did you know that your unassuming, ray of sunshine friend was boiling inside, his thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. Yuuji remembered what happened that day, in fact he had not been as drunk as you thought he’d been. All he wanted now, looking into your eyes, scanning how your breath picked up, was to hear you say it was him. That it was him that marked you up. To feign shock and then lure out of you whether you liked him being close to you.When Yuuji was unable to find you yesterday he had grown increasingly nervous, nervous about where and with whom you were.

His tipping point had been, when Nobara drunkenly told him and Megumi about your little date. Yuuji may not have shown it, but he knew exactly who his brunette friend was talking about.

In a lust filled haze, when nothing but porn seemed to work, and he was unable to think clearly about what he was doing, he had more than once stumbled over ‘Chosos’ videos.

It’s not like he seeks out that kind of porn, but it's almost as if that dude with the black streak across his nose gets shoved in your face on every possible platform.

Yuuji wasn’t big on using porn to get off to, actually, and this is something he’d never dared to tell you about, he much prefered scrolling through an album on his camera roll called ‘Yue’. So knowing that his wonderful, lamb-like, angelic Yue had been in proximity to a monster like Choso sent his mind reeling and blood boiling.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he had seen you with him outside the bar, standing there with him, unable to reach you since the door was blocked by gossiping people. It felt like a stab to the back, as he saw you cradle that asshole's face,

Chosos mere closeness to you threatening to defile the beautiful flower Yuuji had worked so hard to protect, not daring himself to soil you with his longing. Your best friend wanted you to know what kind of person the tatted star actually was, that nothing good comes from these people and for once he wanted to have some kind of ownership over you, showing off to the world that you were his.

Yuuji almost lost control in the cab, feeling your breasts press into him, feeling how soft and tender your skin is. He almost lost control, when your scent invaded his brain. He had held back for so long, not wanting you to be corrupted, not even by himself, but still Yuuji wanted you to see him as more than just your friend, more than a boy. Yuuji desperately wanted you to understand that he was a man.

“You idiot,” your chuckling made Yuuji crash back into reality, as your hand came up and pushed against his forehead, pressing him back, away from you,” that was you, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was obvious that you were joking. But Yuuji wanted to press you for details.

So he just said nothing, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Maybe next time don’t give your best friend a hickey, huh?” you whispered, voice low so the kids wouldn’t hear you. A mischievous grin was playing on your beautiful lips, but Yuuji had to gulp hard, as his castle in the sky threatened to come crumbling around him. Best friend, huh.

“Yo,” a stern, gloomy voice rattled both you and Yuuji, the two of you whipping around to stare at the big, looming figure standing a little to the side of the bench. Your eyebrow flew up at the mouth-watering sight of Choso, muscular arms bared to the world, long, inky strands of hair plastered to his face that were covered in a sheen of sweat.

It was unfair how you immediately felt a swirl of arousal settle deep in your tummy, while simultaneously your nerves started perking up. A dizzying concoction started brewing in your body, at the sight of his heaving chest, and inscrutable eyes fixed to your own.

If you had paid closer attention to Yuuji you could have felt him stiffen in his seat next to you, glaring at Choso who looked rather unfazed,” mind if I steal her for a second?” Choso said, making it sound rather like an order than a question.

“Actually-” Yuuji put to say, but was interrupted when you rose from your seat, shooting him an apologetic look, “ I’ll be right back, sorry, Yuu,” you assured him, the realization that you still hadn’t had the common decency to text Choso hitting you like a bus.

Yuuji had to gulp down venomous thoughts and feelings, as he continued staring daggers into Choso, who did not budge for even a second. Choso shot him an almost arrogant grin, when the two of you turned around to walk a little further away. Had this not been work, had he not been in a position where he had to stay back, to watch the children, he would’ve stormed after you, saving you from the tall, dark haired man.

One of the kids beat him to it and even though Yuuji knew the two of you probably wanted to speak in private, he did not chase after the little girl, following Yue and Choso.

“Hey!”, a little hand grabbed onto Chosos top, stopping him in his tracks, he peered at the adorable little chubby face, looking up at him with wide eyes,” are you Yues husband?” the curious little girl asked, a big smile sprawled over her tiny features, before you had a chance to order her back to where she’d come from.

Heat threatened to engulf you completely at the question, your palms felt clammy, as you stumbled over your words. You heard Choso let out a surprised laugh.

“Eriko, that’s a rude question to ask a stranger,” you lightly scolded her, crouching down to come face to face with the adorable, little girl,” he is not my husband.”, you quickly added, even though you felt yourself stumble over your words. From your position you couldn’t see Chosos soft gaze on you.

“Then are you also a kindergarten teacher?”, Eriko insisted, looking up at Choso with big eyes, she barely reached his thigh in height. Choso mumbled something as you also looked up at him.

“Actually I’m someone who teaches people how to have children in the first p-”, you smacked him, stunned at his bluntness and feeling your face grow impossibly hotter, urgh, Yuuji would scold you for letting Choso say something like that, you began stuttering, as you saw Erikos face scrunched up in confusion, thoughts rattling inside her brain, trying to understand what he had meant. It appeared to you that your hand was still resting where you had smacked Choso, near his upper thigh and you gulped hard, as you got up, fishing the little girl into your arms.

“Eriko, I promise to play with you later if you go back to your friend Yuuji now, okay?”, you pressed, voice strained, working hard on not letting the little girl catch your wonky disposition and pestering you for details. Eriko did as she was told, though an obvious pout was on her face, as she trotted back, stumbling over her big scarf.

“I guess you can tell that this is a rather bad moment for me to chat with you,” you said as you finally mustered up the courage to look at Choso.

“Are you playing hard to get?”

“Excuse me?”, you were a bit confused by his question.

“Well, you see, Yue,” Choso stated, stepping closer to you, head tilting to the side, as he was watching you with the same predatory look you’d seen in his movies before,” you didn’t hold your promise twice, so it’s either that, pretty girl, and you’re teasing me” he drew even closer, getting in your face, so you could clearly see the swirls in his iris and long, thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes,”or you’re trying to rile me up and make me really, really mad.”

You had to take a deep breath, steadying yourself, trying to pull yourself together by remembering that you’re at work,” well, It’s working Yue, you nearly got me going crazy.”

I barely know this man, you tried to reason with yourself, trying to deny that you also felt an inexplicable pull towards Choso. But this was all moving too fast, you reasoned with yourself. You were still struggling to collect your thoughts as you caught Chosos dark eyes wandering to the band-aid on your neck.

Oh fuck, you thought, closing your eyes and cursing the gods for equipping you with the bad luck of an otome game main character. This is going into the exact opposite direction that you had wanted for it to go. If this was the last straw that’d make Choso decide to leave you in the gutter, you could not blame him. After almost two years of not getting any action now you’d have to explain to a pornstar (-how’d that even happen? Thanks Nobara…) that the hickey on your neck is…platonic?

Chosos eyes widened almost unnoticeable and just for a second. You expected him to pull away from you. But to your surprise his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“Yue,” his voice sounds hoarse, dry - angry,” I think you owe me an explanation.”

“Choso, I-” your throat tightened, as panic spread through your body like a wildfire.

“When are you off work?”

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This?

This was not in a hundred, not in a thousand years how you had expected your Thursday evening to go. But here you were, with Choso, opening the door to your apartment. As soon as the door stood open, you turned into a ghost, the blood freezing in your veins at the sight of compromising and miscellaneous items cluttering your apartment. Not only were there varying bras (not the good, lacy kind…) draped almost artistically over your couch and floor, but your plushies were neatly lined up and waiting for you on the bed.

Chosos heavy boots dragged along the wooden floor behind you, unaware of your panicked expression. This is nightmarish, you thought to yourself, glancing at Choso who seemed rather unfazed by the whole situation. The realization crept up on you, that he was basically a stranger, someone you talked to maybe three times. Yuujis voice rang in your ears, no matter how much you tried to drown him out, how hurt he had sounded and the things he had said.

Earlier, back at the kindergarten, when you had gotten ready to leave, Yuuji had entered the employee room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. Up to that point you had been oblivious to his anger, almost on purpose, unwilling to add his anger to the turmoil going in your life at the moment. But then, an argument erupted, unlike any other the two of you had ever had in your many years of friendship.

“What has gotten into you,Yue?,” Yuuji had muttered - venomous tone, leaving no doubt about how mad he was at you,” do you have any fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your eyes widened at hearing him swear, expression turned sour.

“What are you on about?” you shot back, trying to make it clear, that you did not owe him anything, no explanation, and he was stepping out of line.

“You know he’s just using you for a fuck right? How gullible are you, yue? That asshole probably fucks god knows how many girls every night, and you think you’re special?” his words hit you like daggers, a blunt, uncomfortable anger eating away at you, your chest becoming tight at his words.

Yuuji was getting ahead of himself, foolishly insulting you, when all he wanted was to protect you, he winced at his own words, but the contempt bubbling inside him was stronger.

“You’re the asshole, Yuuji, listen to you!” you all but shouted at him, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Yue! He’s gonna hurt you, you think a dude like him cares whether you feel good? Do you have any idea what kind of a person he is?” Yuuji ramble on, you were desperately trying to get a word in, but Yuuji had already talked himself into a rage,” he’ll fuck you and leave, and I dont know whats worse, that you’re seriously naive enough to fall for him or what kind of person you are that you’d even consider someone like him, I-”

The sound of your hand against his cheek, filled the suddenly quiet room. Quiet was an understatement - devoid of all sound, not even the sound of your breath..

Yuuji was the one to make a sound first, something throaty, almost like croaking, then you started blinking, breathing rapidly, still not completely processing what had just happened. Yuujis cheek turned red quickly, as his palm came up to stroke the tender spot.

You tried to say something, to apologize somehow, to collect your thoughts, to-to do anything. But Yuuji beat you to it, a huff escaped his lips, and after that he was gone, with a thud of the door even louder than when he came in.

Had you not been so mad, maybe you’d cried. Or tried to call him, or anything, but the anger won, again and again, it was just too hard to grasp that someone you cared so much for, would speak to you like that, would stand in your way when finally you began to trust yourself, to break out of your shell.

After the third call from Nobara and the sixth text from Megumi, you shut off your phone.

Now you were standing in your kitchen with Choso who seemed to dwarf your counters - and you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, it was like in a painting, where your attention is drawn to the point of contrast, and in your bright and neutral home, Choso was the point of biggest contrast, with his dark clothes, his inky strands of hair, and towering height.

But Choso had, since you knew him, become the point of contrast also in your life, turning it into a whirlwind, making you question things you had formerly been so sure about, making you rediscover a long neglected part of yourself.

If only you could forget what Yuuji had said about him, that he was cruel, that he was deceiving you, going to hurt you. Of course you wanted to trust yourself, your gut feeling, but Yuuji was right, you had seen what Choso could be like, and it did scare you.

And now you were here with him. Alone in your apartment. Goosebumps ran along your spine at the thought, fear mixing with something primal, he could have his way with you if he wanted, he could devour you, break you, and the dark longing in his eyes made you believe that he might.

“D-do you want to drink something? I have,um, water and soda”, you tried calming your nerves, trying not to make it too obvious how nervous you really were.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, calmly, embodying the complete opposite of you.

“Yes, sorry, it’s just, uhm Yuuji”, you tried to sound neutral, but your tone betrayed you.

“Your co-worker?” Chosos eyes dragged along the band-aid still sticking to your neck.

“Hmhm, we had a fight, I’m still trying to figure out what set it off, but he-he’s unhappy about me seeing you, I guess,” it felt uncomfortable to talk about it, when it was still so fresh, Chosos head was slightly tilted to the side, as if he was encouraging you to keep going,” I guess he’s a tad over-protective”, you smiled, joking as a way to ease the tension.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Though you wanted to reply something, defend your relationship with Yuuji, the task of closing your newly opened mouth was taking up your energy. To put it simply you were baffled. Not because the sentiment was completely new to you, obviously after everything that happened the thought had crossed your mind more than enough, but - well, hearing it put into words like this was just a little overwhelming. Hearing it stated so plainly, by no one else but Choso, who somehow seemed to have brought this whole mess on in the first place.

“In fact”, Choso said lowly while closing the distance between the two of you,”I bet he was the one to give you this,” his long, thick fingers came up to your neck, cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your back, and in one swift motion the bandage came off your neck. Chosos eyes were fixed on the mark, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaware of how shallow your breath had become.

The air was filled with anticipation, something seemed to linger in his gaze, some sort of inner turmoil, and his jaw was clenched in an effort to hold back from what Choso actually wanted to do. For reasons only his subconscious knew Choso was aware how scared you were, he could smell it, taste it almost - the sweet rush of adrenaline. Every fiber in his body seemed to scream at him, to take you right now, bend you over the counter and claim you for himself, something primal in him raging and trashing at the sight of the hickey. Choso did not want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel the sensual thrill of protection, and wanted to make you give in to him enthusiastically.

You on the other hand were shivering with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anxiety, as your thoughts started swirling violently, brewing up an concoction of insecurity and jealousy, as you imagined the beautiful women you had seen give into Choso, the images of them in the throes of pleasure, his hands on their body, his vile words, his cruel touch and just as much as it made you feel contempt it made you feel an unspeakable need to have him do these unspeakable things to you.

The air was thick, both of you feeling feverish, as Chosos hand wandered from your neck, the band-aid falling to the floor, down, grazing the lines of the acceptable and you felt this very particular feeling of anticipation that rises, when you know something erotic is about to happen, something serious. - A terrible hunger was threatening to ravish you and you weren’t sure whether it was your hunger or his.

“I'm scared,” you heard yourself admit, voice small and fragile. Chosos glossy eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks warming up. A slight smile played on his features.

“A-and im angry, and jealous, and confused by what is happening to me, to my-my life, why I’m so timid, wh-y,” your voice cracked, as hot tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it was all too much, your nervousness, Chosos closeness to your body, his hands on your body, it made you dizzy, weak, limb in the knees.

“A-and I’m frustrated, needy-” you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips, tears streaming down your gleaming cheeks, lashes heavy with wetness and Choso could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight, how absolutely beautiful you were.

“My poor girl,” he whispered calmingly, pressing himself into you, your back hitting the counter, as his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing slightly, calming you.

Choso drew even closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot on the shell and his smell began to invaded your brain, it was impossible to draw back from him now, and why? Why would you? All logic aside, you craved this enigma of a man, this half-stranger looming over you, tainting you, consuming you. The sudden realization of your need burned through you at lighting speed and it was as if Choso could feel this, his hand dragging along your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh, his other hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Yue,” he whispered out of breath,” do you want me to help you relax, baby?” Chosos voice was so sweet, so loving, so unlike the one you’d heard in his videos. He was watching you through half lidded eyes, and the hardness you could feel pressed against your leg, told you that this was getting to him, just as much as it was getting to you.

“Let me help you, Yue,” Choso pleaded, ”please, let me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t.” You knew what he was talking about, you could feel in your flesh what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” your voice left you almost inaudible.

“Only if you want me too.”

The moment Choso snapped was almost supernatural. It made you realise just how farmished you were, how much you were craving him, craving sensuality, craving for him to fuck you. But it also made you feel powerful, feeling how much he wanted you, this beautiful man that could have anyone, was starving for your touch, your attention.

You looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, recognizing the look in his eyes, it was the one you’d seen in his videos, this predatory look he gave the girls before wrecking them and somehow it made you wince. As Chosos hand came up, behind your neck, pulling you towards him, you realized how much you craved for this to be fulfilling to YOU - so long had you denied yourself any pleasure and know you were hellbent on not having this be just another, meaningless encounter for either of you.

So, you returned the favor, intertwining your fingers in his soft hair, tucking at the black strands, drawing a slight gasp from Chosos full lips, his pupils blown wide, staring at you with anticipation.

The moment his lips met yours felt like the culmination of all that pent up frustration, all your hidden desires forcing themselves into the open, your chest threatening to burst with want. Choso could barely contain himself, as he felt the soft inside of your mouth, exploring your taste with his tongue, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. It made Choso dizzy, he had forgotten how good it could feel to be close to someone. Instinctively his large hand came to wrap around your throat, to cover the hickey Yuuji had left, because Choso felt as if he would lose the last bit of self-restraint he still had if he kept being reminded of it.

Choso was torn in half, he had forgotten what it meant to be gentle but he did not want to scare you away. His nerves flared up at the sweet sound spilling from your lips, the way you moved against him and he was growing harder, needing more friction.

He drew back, looking into your eyes for a second, the sight of your pretty face, all scrunched up in pleasure, the way his rings looked pressed against your fragile neck, made him feral. Choso was just about to open his belt, when your hand stopped him.

“I-I want you to get on the ground and eat me out,” your voice sounded much more confident than he’d imagined and it sent him into a frenzy.

Choso had never - never in the last few years taken a command from anyone. The sight of drool forming between your slightly opened lips almost made him push you down into submission, but the sensation of having this sweet, innocent creature before him give him commands in such a stern voice, felt too good not to indulge a little longer. He’d just make you repay the favor later.

“My dirty girl”, Choso chuckled, pressing two of his thick fingers into your wet mouth, while still holding on to your neck. The sounds were obscene as he swirled them around, pressing down on your tongue, and it aroused you beyond belief,”I thought you’re just so innocent, baby.”

A lustful wetness had already started soiling your underwear, a damp spot consuming the soft lace between your legs, threatening to spill over, to drip down your thighs and it embarrassed you that the smell filled the space between you and Choso. Your face grew hotter from a slight lack of air and the embarrassment you felt.

The world seemed to tighten around you, as Choso pushed you down onto the counter and fell to his Knees. The sight was so unbearably erotic, him looking up at you, through the dark strands of hair framing his face, his chest heaving, sweat forming at his temples, and his two thick fingers coated in your slick that he was slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh. A low chuckle escaped his dry throat.

“Looks like I don’t even need all this, huh?”, your legs started trembling and it took all he had for Choso not to dive in, to make you moan his name, to litter your body in his marks, shameful fantasies clinging to him of filling you up with his cum and sending you to Yuuji with it all dripping down your thighs.

The sight of your thighs coated in slick, the smell of your arousal made his own heavy with want and once again he felt like a dog on a much too short leash, it was infuriating.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty girl,” Choso whispered against your legs, licking a long stripe up towards your impatient center. He delighted in the way your hips bucked up to meet him.

“You, Choso, you - plea-please,” this time our voice came out strained, burdened by your heavy breathing and the fact that you could not think anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to tame this man, to make him cater to you, to prove to yourself and everyone else that he was not a monster, that he would not hurt you. Well, hurt you only in the most perverted, delightful sense of the word.

“You want me to corrupt you baby? To fuck you? Aren’t you scared you won't be able to handle it?” he was teasing, but it made you angry, it was almost like Choso enjoyed your nervousness, your fear, like it was spurring him on.

You propped yourself up on the counter, using your elbows, and before you knew what you were doing you grabbed onto his hair, and yanked him towards you.

“Choso, you talk too much…’’, Chosos eyes widened again at your sudden sternness, just as he thought he had won the upperhand, but now again, you had him in checkmate with your aggressiveness. It was almost like getting a taste of his own medicine. Chosos grip on your thighs became bruising, the anger radiating off him, but to your surprise - he complied.

The moment his tongue hit the soft flesh of your pussy, you let out a shrill scream, taken aback by the pleasure his skilled tongue inflicted on you. Any doubts whether this was the right idea or not, were washed away when he started circling his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and flicking ifrom side to side over the swollen bud. You could barely believe how fast he could move his tongue, and it seemed to get faster the louder your mewls became, holding onto him desperately, your toes curling. Choso laughed at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, at how dry your voice had become.

“My dirty girl, I haven’t even really started yet,” the low vibrato of his voice made you clench around air, you were almost scared of him adding any more sensation, as you already felt your climax nearing, it had been so long since anybody made you feel good, and now you were about to tip over the edge much too easily.

Then you felt an intrusion at your pussy, the cold metal of Chosos rings, grazing your flesh plump and making you arch your back at the delicious sensation.

“Look at you, Yue, where is all that talk from earlier huh? Moaning like a bitch in heat all of a sudden,” Chosos mean words made you cry out, tears forming again, but it felt too good to pull away. Again the vibrato of his condescending laugh at your center, while he continued lapping up your juices that kept spilling and spilling. Choso felt high, he was so consumed with his own lust and how it merged with yours that he started to totally drown out his surroundings only focusing on you. It was so much better than he imagined, seeing, hearing, tasting your innocent demeanor crumble in front of him, seeing you become tainted, giving yourself to him, to your pleasure. Animalistic pride surged up at the thought that he was the one doing these things to you, that you trusted him. It began being painful how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you, make you cream all over his cock but he knew he was too big to just have his way with you unprepped. And the sight of you crying from how good he was making you feel, was too good to miss out on. He felt like a god and you were his goddess.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered more to himself, as he began working a finger into you. Choso was still working at your clit like a madman, and he could feel you tighten around his fingers, as he began moving them in and out of you.

One hand came up to pull down your top, exposing your chest to him. Choso had to draw in a sharp breath at the sight, as he slowly began toying with your nipple.

The sensation of him inside you, was otherworldly, but you perched up again, feeling yourself coming so close to your release that you wanted to tell him to slow down. And then it was too late.

As you felt Chosos fingers with the thick,metal ring pave their way into you, alongside the other one, suddenly the stretch became so good, paired with him flicking his tongue over your clit, that the tight band in your belly snapped and everything in front of you turned white. The pleasure was almost too much to take, you heard a ringing in your ear, saw the way Chosos back straightened, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, and suddenly the momentum became so grand that you screamed out. Your orgasm ripped through you much harder and longer than usual, and you seemed to lose control over your body as every fiber of it started shaking violently.

“That’s it, baby’’,Choso had come up to wrap one arm around you, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue everywhere. He held onto you tightly but gently as you came down from your high. His fingers were still inside you, moving slightly as Choso pressed his forehead to yours, smiling at you.

You felt like crying then at that moment. It felt so tender suddenly, so precious. The way he was holding you felt incredibly familiar, you clinging to him, your breathing suddenly synchronized. It felt almost like fate, being there with him in that moment and you had to think about how some 12000 years ago, people thought of kissing as an exchange of souls.

Choso opened his eyes, looking at you and in that moment you could tell by his glossy eyes and slight smile, that he felt the same.

And you also realized how badly you need him inside you.

“I want you, Yue,” Choso said and immediately he jerked back. He just stood there for a moment - tense, panic rising up inside him, as he realized what he had almost said, what he had wanted to say in that moment. Choso shook his head, ignoring your confused expression, trying to reason with himself that it was just the heat of the moment. Choso was stiff, unsure of what to do, till you came up, leaning towards him and he felt himself ease into your arms.

His dick felt so good pressed against your core, your wetness ruining his pants. Your lips found his, his hands cupping your cheeks. A wave of sadness washed over you for a moment, you felt unsure whether this was happening like you had wanted it to, but it was impossible to focus on your doubts when Choso was so close to you, when you could feel his muscular chest press against your tits.

“Now it’s my turn, Yue.”

With those words Choso took a step back, pulling off his sweater and into view came his perfectly pale chest, his defined muscles, the dark ink of his tattoos complementing his eyes and hair. He took his pants off next and you had to swallow hard at the sight. You had seen his dick before - on screen. You knew it was huge but seeing it now, up close, about to be rammed inside of you, anxiety paved its way through your body.

“I-It is not gonna fit, Choso,” you murmured nervously, gnawing on your bottom lip. Choso did not waste any time to press you down on the counter, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Choso, I’m serious,” you urged him, weakly pressing against his much bigger and stronger body.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you how it fits, sweet girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his dark eyes glaring at you, strands of his black hair falling into his face,” while you’re screaming my name, little Yue.”

That made you gulp. Chosos' thick, long fingers found their way under your skirt again, pulling the fine fabric of your panties, even further down your legs till they fell to the floor. It took all the self-discipline in the world to wiggle away from under his touch. A strained sound came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that outfit looks too fucking good on you,” Chosos left hand came to grap your jaw and make you look directly into his beautiful eyes, swirls of dark brown and black seemed to be clouded by lust and anger.

“Lets see the rest of your body, huh, Yue?” He spoke and it sounded almost like a threat.

All protests died in your throat, as he started undressing you with slow, skilled fingers. His touch was way too intoxicating to keep fighting against him and deep down you trusted him not to hurt you. Chosos hands started roaming your body, as he continued his ministrations on your neck, lapping at it with an hungry tongue. The metal of his rings came to lay on your nipples, they immediately hardened and as Choso realized that, he made its way forward, wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot, sucking on it and moaning at the sweet sounds you were making.

Choso couldn’t decide what he wanted most. Was it to use your pretty little mouth? To watch you suck his cock, to watch you struggle taking it all? Or did he want to fuck your little hole that could barely take his fingers?

His thoughts and desires were so vile, but he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. It felt intimate somehow. It was as if he could not remember any other women before you, any other body before the one in front of him, and never did he feel such an almost supernatural need to be with someone, to make them feel good.

The look of fear mixing with arousal in your eyes as Choso took off his underwear made him impossibly harder, and he knew he had to be inside of you now. The need had become unbearable. Choso did not want to hurt you - well, maybe a bit, but only in the best way.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Choso whispered tenderly as he aligned himself with your entrance. You closed your eyes, laying back on the counter, but Choso grabbed onto your shoulder, dragging you closer to him, he smiled at you,”Don’t look away, Yue, I want you to see my cock breaking you open. I want you to see it’s me filling your sweet pussy”

You felt yourself becoming even wetter at his words, at the sight of his furrowed brows, as he started pressing himself into you. You winced, as you felt him opening you up, it hurt, but at the same time that well-known heaviness started building in your belly again.

“God, Yue, I wanted to see you take my cock since the first time we met,” Choso said suddenly and you could see that the predatory look had returned to him. Chosos' whole demeanor changed and everything about him became predator-like, it dawned on you that he enjoyed corrupting you, consuming you and some kind of dark desire sprouted inside of you to do the same to him. To let him take you and give yourself to him, rendering him helpless without you.

You had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he kept pushing inside of you, feeling how your walls struggled to accommodate his size, but you only grew wetter and wetter at the sight of him strained and needy. His hand found its way around your neck again, pressing lightly, and his other hand held tightly onto your ankle, spreading your legs so he could see you swallow every painful inch of his dick.

“Choso, i-it feels so good,” you cried out as he finally bottomed out. Both of you were shivering, panting and the whole kitchen counter was soiled in your juices and sweat.

“Yeah tell me again, Yue,” he demanded as he stilled to let you adjust. And you did, again and again, while he licked along your breasts, sucking your tender skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

“You’re such a little slut, letting me fuck you raw,” Choso chuckled darkly, as he suddenly pulled out of you and rammed back into you at an unmerciful pace. Your spine arched and you screamed, fingers clawing into his back at the brutal intrusion,” If only your little, pink haired friend could see you like this.”

Choso laughed darkly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but the air was knocked from your lungs, as he suddenly set a brutal pace, ramming inside of your tight pussy again and again like an animal in heat. Your brain was reduced to a string of lewd noises and pleads for him to slow down, but Choso was relishing in seeing you come undone on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself, your pussy sucking him in again and again and he enjoyed seeing your body shake from his violent thrusts, your jiggling flesh, the drool pouring from your mouth, voice coarse as he pressed down on your neck harder.

Choso wanted to ruin you so badly, ruin you forever, so you could never be with another man without thinking about him.

No, scratch that, he never wanted you to be with another man at all. His brain was going haywire, as he imagined flipping you over and degrading you even further, to claim you and fuck you into submission. But he also wanted you to be stern with him again.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Choso cooed at you gently, the contrast between his sweet, tender voice and his bruising thrusts so stark that it made you dizzy,” my little slut,” he murmured while sweetly stroking your face with the hand that was around your neck.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Cho, gonna cum on your cock,” you whined loudly and he kissed you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?”, he asked proudly, the hand from your ankle coming to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles, your juices spilling all over his hand.

Suddenly a familiar sound startled Choso and his pace slowed down. As the sound of his skin slapping against yours became quieter the tone grew louder filling the room. Both of you looked around in confusion, your brain was still slowed down and anger grew in your chest as your growing orgasm died down in your belly. Not far from you, on the counter your bag sat and the tone came from inside of it - your phone.

Choso grit his teeth, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at the intrusion, so he just turned back towards you and continued his administrations on your clit. But you grew nervous - you had ignored your friends the whole day, nobody knew what you were doing besides Yuuji and you were scared they’d may drop by to check on you, so you pressed Choso away from you slightly, chewing your lip nervously while shooting him an apologetic glance.

Choso grabbed both your hands in one of his much larger ones.

“Don’t answer it!”, he spat through gritted teeth, seemingly seething with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want them to worry and come by,” reluctantly Choso let you reach for the phone, pulling out of you. He felt bitter, abject almost that you were making him wait. Choso studied you intensely as you pulled your phone towards you, jumping down the counter onto wiggly feet. Choso tried to calm himself down, tried not to snap at you, but he was frustrated beyond relief.

His eyes fixated on the hickey on your neck once more, and he felt the primal anger inside of him surge up again. All of Chosos restraint flew out the window as he saw the caller ID.

Yuuji.

The moment he saw you accept the call he saw red. Never in his life had Choso felt rage this deep and seething. His body felt light, like all his weight was suddenly centered in his chest, where he felt venom bubbling. This must be some kind of foul joke, after what just happened you’d just go and talk to that guy? Choso had tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle. Enjoyed it too, he’ll admit that, but there was a line not to be crossed with him. Choso had always been teritorial, bad at sharing and right now he was so fucking horny and angry that he did not care how toxic or hypocritical he was. Choso had enough of this, of you leading him on like this.

Big Mistake.