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Never Let You Go

Park Jimin x reader

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 -- Masterlist

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre: Angst to Fluff

A/N: What's up! I finally got around to writing this fic again after a few months. I figured that if I didn't write this now, I probably would never finish and I really wanted to write this since forever ago. Anyway, here's part one and I'll post part two whenever I'm done, which could be in an hour or a couple days *shrug*. Enjoy tho!

“I can’t believe you said that,” Jimin yelled as we walked into the living room.

“Are you seriously getting upset with the fact that I had told you that I thought you looked a little unwell at the shoot today,” I calmly asked, following him into the room.

“Yes! Especially when you just had to let the entire staff know about it too!”

“Anybody would’ve brought it up. Jimin, I was just concerned about you,” I tried to reason, but he spun around and looked at me with a furious face.

“You were concerned!? Why don’t you worry about yourself for a change?”

“How can I, when I know you haven’t been sleeping or eating well recently?”

The tension was starting to build in the room the longer we stood there in silence. Jimin was silently fuming and anyone could see it on his face. I was trying my best to stay calm and defuse the situation, but anything I said seemed to make him angrier until…

“Well, maybe you should worry about not being in this relationship anymore.”

“What…” I quietly asked as all the blood rushed out of my face in shock.

“Guys, maybe we should calm down,” Namjoon said calmly.

“No, I'm done!”

“Chim… you don’t actually mean that,” I tried as tears started welling up in my eyes.

“Yeah. I do,” he huffed before storming out of the living room, toward his room.

The tears slowly escaped from my eyes as I watched him angrily close the door behind him.

“Oh, Y/n…” I looked to the side and finally realized that the other members had been sitting in the living room, listening to our fight.

“He didn’t mean that,” Namjoon tried to reason as he hugged me from the side and rubbed my arm soothingly.

“Yeah, you know how he can get when he’s mad. Just give him some time to cool down,” Tae spoke up from the couch.

I sadly nodded as Namjoon gave me a squeeze before guiding me to the couch and letting me join them in whatever they were watching.

~

Sadly, it seemed like he didn’t calm down. I tried knocking on his door over the next week when I went over so we could talk, but he told me to leave or just simply wasn’t there. I tried texting him, asking if we could talk about the fight, but they always went unread. 

The worst thing about it was that I was supposed to leave to work in the States for a couple years, next week. I did my best to get him to talk, I even had some of the members try to talk to him about the fight so I could see where he was, but he dismissed the topic as soon as they brought it up. 

Which brought us to today…

“Please let us know when you land, okay,” Jungkook said as he gave me a hug.

We were standing in the driveway of their house because they wanted to see me before I left for the airport. Well… all except one.

My eyes were darting around the group and the windows to see if I could spot a glimpse of Jimin before I left, but he was nowhere to be found.

Namjoon walked up to me, “We all told him that he should, at least, say bye before you left…”

“He’s an idiot,” Yoongi chimed in, making me chuckle at his bluntness before continuing, “We’ll make sure to tear him a new one when we see him.”

The guys nodded in agreement, making me smile at how much they cared about me.

“It’s fine! Though if you could convince him to talk with me about this situation that we’re in, I would really appreciate it,” I said, looking around the group with a small smile.

“We will definitely do that,” Hobi said with his reassuring smile.

“...After we tear him a new one,” Tae added in, completely serious. 

I smiled and nodded, “Thank you. I’ll try to reach him as soon as I get situated in my new place, but I won’t expect him to reply.”

“We’re right behind you,” Namjoon assured.

I sighed, “Thank you and good luck in the military! I’m sorry I won’t be around to see you guys off individually. I really wanted to.” 

Jin waved me off, “No worries! We’ll see you when you come back, just be safe.”

He opened his arms and I happily slotted myself between them, giving him the last hug for a while. Some of the others cooed and gathered around for a group hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, guys.”

“We’ll miss you, too,” they said and kept hugging for a bit before stepping back to let me go.

I sighed, “Stay safe and healthy. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done.”

They nodded before I sighed one more time and started slowly backing away from them and to the car waiting for me.

“Love you guys! Take care while I’m gone!”

“Love you too!”

~

Once I landed I texted the group to let them know that I got there safely and that they should take care of themselves while I’m gone. I took a cab over to the apartment I would be staying in for the next two years that I was going to be here and started to get situated as soon as I stepped inside.

After a bit of unpacking, I took out my phone once I took a break to lay on my bed and opened Jimin’s contact.

Sighing, I typed out, “Hey, I made it safely to my new place! It’s really nice here, but it’s nothing like being home. I would love it if we could talk soon. I miss you a lot… <3”.

I turned the phone off and let it drop to my side, hoping that he would come around soon.

Part 2

[sscieloz]

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

THANK U SO MUCH!! ALSO THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!! I LOVE U

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.

[beefscrap]

Me: okay i am going to wait a while before i submit more art

my brain: no you're going to make a rendered image of whimsy then an oc meme with their character

so yup you didn't ask but im going to deliver- im just sending them both at the same time because you know what! thanksgiving is basically Christmas so you get TWO! more gifts

starring whimsy

and featuring updated colorpainter/aesthete and insight lmfao.

basically how i imagine their dynamic is based off the previous little oc asks :3

Fan art time cuz holay molay im backed up. Guys Im actually starting to get worried I won’t be able to write as big of paragraphs 😭 I love love love the fan art and expressing my gratefulness but they take so much time and I hate to keep yall waiting! We’ll see tho

ANYWAYS WOOHOO THANKSGIVING GIFT!!! A holiday I don’t particularly care about so this was such a nice fill-in omg!! Seriously SO. PRETTY. The background lighting kind of looks like cave lighting to me :0 which I find so cool. Don’t even get me started on the whimsy rendering oh. My god. The lighting is SPECTACULARLY done I adoreee the use of colors. The way you did it makes him look 3d!! Literally like I can reach in and squeeze his dumb face. Here he looks so majestic tho!! Woaw!! THE DOODLE IS SO FUNNY LMAOO. Honestly in any situation Insights the intimidating horse even without lgbtqs around… so sad for him. I seriously love these and I get the best of both worlds with a beautiful art and a funny doodle!! Tysm!!!

[blue-jisungs]

AXE AXE GODDDDD I'M NOT OKAY

IMAGINE SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH RACER!MINHYUN TAKING YOU OUT FOR A RIDE AROUND THE CITY

And maybe some make out

night ride

author’s note. HIYA MIZU!!! i’m glad to know that there’s more minhyun enthusiasts than me n zanna fr fr!! thank you for the req and i hope you enjoy it, even tho it’s a lil short :(

word count. +- 500

“oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

there’s a mischievous smirk dancing on your boyfriend’s lips and you’re not sure if you like it even one bit.

“baby, i know you’re a professional… however, i can’t help but feel scared. so no thank you” you grunt and poke his chest that’s adorned by a leather jacket. minhyun grins and grabs your hand, pulling you closer. the sudden impact causes you to stumble and straight-on bump into his chest.

“oh come on, just a little ride” your boyfriend hums, his voice next to your head causing goosebumps to grow hot on your skin “no one will see us, i promise”

minhyun knows you like a back of his hand. and he sees that you’re debating it – which could be already considered a victory.

“okay, fine. whatever” you grumbled, still not fully convinced. minhyun gently grabbed your chin with his calloused fingers and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“we’ll be safe, if you’re worried. and i can get you food afterwards…?” he tilted his head like an innocent and intrigued puppy but he was quite the opposite – a mischievous cat, that’s bribing you into doing something he wants.

mere moments later you found yourself clutching into minhyun’s broad and toned back like a koala. you thought you were squeezing the life out of him with the tightness of your grip.

the view was beautiful, you had to admit. the lights in buildings of afar were flashing due to the constant, fast movement. the black night sky contrasted with them beautifully, the panoramic of the city at night starting to creep up into the top 3 of your favourite views. with hwang minhyun, your one and only boyfriend, being a proud winner and holding the number 1 spot.

the helmet you had prevented your hair from blowing into all the directions. in the comfort of the blinking stars and passing by other cars with an unimaginable speed, you allowed yourself to relax (obviously not letting go of your grip).

minhyun took off his helmet and ruffled his hair, the corners of his lips going up in a teasing manner.

“so? it wasn’t that bad, pretty?” he hummed, taking off yours. you pouted, looking at his handsome face.

“mhm” you mumbled.

the place where minhyun took you was a beach. he parked his motorcycle at the parking that had a view of the seashore, the waves crushing with a soothing sound.

“it’s beautiful here” you sighed, lips slowly turning into a smile.

“not as you, though” he grinned and his gloved hand cupped your cheeks gently. “a kiss for your badass boyfriend?”

“ah, don’t be so cocky now” you giggled and nodded, letting him know that he can kiss you.

minhyun’s lips landed on you softly, letting himself enjoy the moment. he tasted like vanilla and smelled like it too – his cologne filled your nose due to the proximity. your boyfriend kissed away the remains of the stress that the night ride caused. but with that prize at the end of the road, you were willing to go to such trips more often.

masterlist <3

taglist. @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @primoppang ,, @dazzlingligth

[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

[scruffyspeaks]

So i know box31 questions are tiresome and you want to save surprises, but i am curious if there are any changes to the dynamics in the cast. Stuff like Vay hating Blizz, Bolt being pushed around by everyone, Dawn and Flame hating each other's guts, Daisy having a crush on Blizz, Eve Miku and Night all crushing on Dusk, etcetera etcetera. Obviously you dont have to answer if you wanna keep things spoiler free, but I know you've mentioned box31 focusing on found family and friendship, and it has me curious. Sorry if this has been asked before, or if you don't wanna talk about this stuff yet ,:3

Oh I like Box 31 questions!! But I am not trying to spoil what I’m doing ^^;;;

I’m trying to keep dynamics in tact where I can, but there are several dynamics that are changing, yes.

Eve no longer has a crush on Dusk.

Several eevees no longer have a crush on Eve

This includes Clef and Devin. But these eevees have a replacement character they have a crush on.

Miku’s love life….. >..>;; I’ll not talk about it. Look at Kenton’s profile on TH for a taste.

Levin no longer has a crush on Daisy and I’m debating on Kevin’s crush. (Cause if you know who Kevin’s crush is in SSEC, he’s like, OLD NOW. But they are both Adults and The crush has 0 interest in Kevin, sooo as I said, debating.)

Dawn and Flame still hate each other’s guts

Vay still hates Blizz

Bolt is still being pushed around, but not by the main cast.

Blizz and Dusk’s dynamic is the same, but Dusk’s feelings about Blizz did a complete 180 to the extreme end.

Dusk and Daisy’s dynamic has changed completely, she no longer worships the ground he walks on (being hyperbolic)

Dusk and Dawn’s relationship has changed slightly. It def has more depth to it. We’ll see them interact more.

Blizz and Bolt’s relationship is the same, but Blizz is more aggressive with being in his company. (Bolt is not amused, Blizz just likes being around him)

I’m working on Flame rn, he still has a long time crush on Miku and he still has a strained relationship with Bolt. Daisy tho? She’s a ?????? At the moment. As I said, I’m working on him. He had a breakthrough though!!! I could squeeze Daisy stuff in there.

Flame still hates Dusk.

Dawn still has literally no relationships with anyone. (At first :3) I’m going to be making her character very involved and showcase her actual personality more. :3

[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!

[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.

[alightwood]

no worries!! i get it, today has been long for me too 😭 hope you’re having a good night tho!! (it’s secret cupid btw lol)

the only mario game ive played is one of the racing ones in the nintendo switch? idk what its called but its where you can play as any character and stuff, its very fun tho!

omg i’ve heard so many good things about the raven boys i NEED to read it!

this will be my last ask since tomorrow is valentine’s day, so i’d just like to say ive had so much fun sending you asks and getting to know you! <333

the last question i’ll ask (i did steal this from my cupid 😭) is do you have any theories on who i am? i feel like ive been vague enough but also i tend to ramble so i might’ve given myself away loll

have a great night!! and happy valentines!!! <333 see you for my reveal! (idk how im gonna reveal myself but we’ll see!) (that sounded less suggestive in my head MY IDENTITY REVEAL!!!)

i fell asleep pretty early last night so i hope it’s okay to just squeeze this in here before the big reveal but !!!

i don’t know the exact name but it’s a version of mario kart, my friends have switches and we play it sometimes because we’re terribly competitive (not to brag /j but last time i came in second)

PLEASEEE read it it’s my favorite book series ever and the characters are all so special and i could ramble about them for hours

i had fun getting to know you too!!! or as well as i could since i don’t know who you are yet <3 which leads to the next and final answer (howww is it coming to an end so fast) i might’ve ?? had some guesses ?? but nothing too concrete, it was just like trying to pick apart texting styles and then realizing i knew nothing . so. you are still very much a mystery for now

happy valentine’s day !!! can’t wait to hear from you again !!

[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

[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?

[daydreamingleclerc]

baby fever - mick schumacher

summary: you and mick go public with the announcement of your pregnancy via instagram.

images are NOT mine, all were found on the internet. full credit to the original owners.

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itselenaberri ✔️

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↳ yourusername there’s a question you need to ask me before calling me that baby

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yourusername missy’s due date 🤍

mickschumacher how has it been nine months?

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[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.”

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