#who can deal with the mess that is our body? idk

[steampunk-raven]

some but not all of my headmates have different voices/accents from what the rest of us do and today for like the back half of today we had a new voice? So we might have someone new? (Or I just didn’t know they were there lol but idk). I mean some of us have just. never talked out loud before so maybe it’s that? but I’m going down the list of people who haven’t talked before but are also functional enough in front that we weren’t dissociated the entire time and no one’s actually on that list so??? maybe a new guy???

[ivysprophecy]

coincidence

warnings: this isnt a very... girls girl chapter XD got inspo from that one scene in oth where haley slaps daneel ackles lol sooo underage drinking, cursing, drinks thrown in faces, hair pulling, reader being difficult XD idk what else

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summary: things with jj had been great, steady even. it was a whole month of pure bliss, so is it a coincidence that you predicted this was gonna happen?

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

things have been so great. jj and i have been great i should say rather. its likes nothing has changed but it has in the best ways.

and no ones said anything. no questions no pestering.

just us.

its been about a month since that day on the beach and to be truthful the sneaking around, stolen kisses, and small touches, its been so much fun.

granted i dont like lying to all of our friends but i think its been beneficial to our relationship. theres no pressure of any watchful eyes.

and its very helpful when they expect all the touching and glances anyway so like i said, its been easy and thrilling,

which leads us to now at a bonfire in the boneyard dancing and drinking and relaxing.

"im gonna go get another drink okay j?" he pats my thigh giving me that damn smirk.

"bring me one too mama, just a cup from the keg."

"you didn't use your manners maybank," i stand up looking back at him with a teasing smile.

he rolls his eyes tilting his head back pretending to be fed up with me. "please mama?"

"i suppose i can do that." i send him a wink. "ill be back in a minute, dont miss me too much."

"oh i miss you already," he smiles knowing exactly what its doing to me. hes sitting against the rocks with his legs spread and his arm splayed next to him resting against where i was sitting.

fuck he looks good. wanna take him home and climb him like a damn tree.

unfortunately to get to the keg i have to pass through the crowds of tourons, kooks, other pogues. its a giant mess of music, drama, and body odor.

with a few excuse me's and shoves i finally made it to the keg and coolers that house my preferred rum and cokes. i make my drink before grabbing jj's, marking the cups appropriately with one of the sharpies laying around.

ive only had three so its still legible.

doing my best to push past the crowds again with out spilling my drinks it takes a little longer to find my way back to my boyfriend.

who, when i turn past a group of people, i see him leaning against the rocks with some girl shoving her tongue down his throat. aggressively might i add.

so i do what any rational person would do in this situation. i threw my drink on her.

"fucking bitch!" i pull her off of jj by her obnoxiously long, thick, and blonde ponytail, "who the fuck do you think you are!? huh?! you like being a boyfriend stealing slut?"

"woah! woah? y/n-" i feel someone wrap their arms around my waist and pull me away from the girl, "take a breather i can explain-"

oh tell me he did not just say that.

"you can explain? you can explain how im gone for five fucking minutes and youve already got some dumb fucking touron wrapped around your finger? fuck that maybank! and fuck you!"

"mama! mama slow down! okay listen- just for two seconds listen to me!"

"i fucking trusted you!"

"you still can! i didnt kiss her!"

everyone has their heads turned in our direction at the sound of us bitching at each others face. including our friends.

this night just got shitty and its about to get a whole lot shittier. im not drunk enough for this. but somehow im also too drunk for this. you know what i mean?

"mama i wouldnt do that to you- cmon you know me. id never hurt you on purpose," jj pleaded for my sympathy.

i dont know if its the alcohol, the rage, or a combination of tonights events with the two. but i cant fucking deal with this right now.

"jj i saw you kissing her! dont fucking lie to me right now. i told you this wasnt gonna work. that it would be too much, too confusing, and that one of us was gonna do something the screw it up! but i prayed to god that it wouldnt be you j! and i NEVER wouldve thought itd be this soon. but i guess thats for the best right?"

"no! no its not- fuck. mama listen i didnt kiss her back! okay?! she was trynna feel up on me and talking about the island and shit and i tried to blow her off but she just-"

oh my god im seeing red.

i dont know whats true. i saw what i saw. i saw them kissing, and his body language didnt seem to convey that he didnt wanna be kissed. but maybe i saw it wrong? could i have? no. theres no way.

a good girlfriend would believe him, but isnt that just naive of me? what if he didnt want do this... i dont know. i dont know, theres no way. this is exactly what i was afraid of.

"jj dont start- i dont wanna hear it right now. i cant. i just cant. im done! im fucking going home. have fun with your little blonde!"

he goes and reaches for my arm trying to keep me close, letting out an exasperated sigh. "how are you getting home?"

"thats all youve gotta say right now? un fucking believable. ill walk home for all i care j but you need to let go of me right now."

"youre not fucking walking home y/n-"

"yes i am," i yank my arm from his grasp "and dont you dare follow me jj. im not afraid to have this fight right now but trust you dont want that. because you will stay single."

god i really wish i hadnt said that.

and with that i walk away without looking back. because i just cant help making things worse, its what i do best. i can already hear all the rest of the pogues running up to him with all these questions and i have no fucks left to give about it.

if he doesnt wanna answer them he can go back to the blonde girl. i wont be surprised.

what i am surprised about is to have john b run up behind me, turning me to face him gently.

"hey- um youve been drinking i dont really think you should walk home alone," john b, always playing hero.

"ill be fine jb. really. go back to sarah and jj ill be fine."

"you keep saying youll be fine but you look like youre about to cry."

damn. am i? i reach up to touch my face and feel a small trickle fall from the corner of my eye.

"look i wont bombard you right now just- let me walk you home? please? make sure youre safe?" i cant lie, itd be nice to know someone gives a damn about me right now.

"thanks john b... thats actually really nice of you," i wipe my tears away and sniff away the cracks in my voice.

how could i be so stupid? i dont do stuff like this. ever. and i just let it happen.

but i'm not wrong am? it cant be a total coincidence that i specifically brought this up with him and this is how it ends?

"... so... you and jj?"

"i thought you werent gonna bombard me?"

he throws his hands up in surrender "its only one question."

i sigh, throwing in the towel because one, hes my friend and he deserves to know. i shouldnt have lied to any of them. and two, it would feel nice to get some of this off my chest. "yea. me and jj. for about a month now.."

"a month??"

i send him daggers with my eyes warning him this is not the time as we walk down the dirt road that leads home to the chataeu.

"sorry- youre right. i wont bug you about it yet."

"yet," i let out a laugh that sounds bitchier than i meant it to be, "im sorry we didnt say anything... i was kind of afraid of this exact thing happening. wanted to keep it low key."

"i get it..." he leads me up to the door where he pauses for a minute. "but y/n/n, for what its worth i think you should hear him out. jj has done a lot of things, but cheating on you? thatd never be one of them."

i open the screen door taking off my flip flops as he speaks, unsure of how to take his suggestion.

"youre a really good friend john b. honest. but i need a little space from all of the jj talk right now. tell sarah im sorry i stole you from the party. have fun."

he nods understandingly, watching me flop onto the couch before walking back down the road.

i stare up at the ceiling thinking about how everything went so wrong so fast until sleep takes over.

[graysturns]

𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 | 𝕞.𝕤.

note: hey guys this is my first time posting my actual work and i’m kinda new to tumblr so pls be nice or i will cry ok thanks bye

warnings: idk smut ig

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"babe please hurry up, we're already running late," matt sighs as he shuts the car door.

"i just need to get some shorts or something, i can't show up to your mom's house in these jeans, look at this" i lift the sweater wrapped around my waist, revealing the rip around my inner thigh.

he rolls his eyes and sulks behind me as we make our way inside the old navy in our hometown. i begin to scan the various women's clothing, looking for something basic, because it's too late to go back home and figure out a new outfit.

"will you hurry up and pick one? please, y/n. chris is texting me wondering where we are. they want to start eating without us and he's most definitely gonna eat all the mac and cheese."

i roll my eyes at him. "first of all, never call me by my government name. rude. and second, we just got here, breathe. we wouldn't be here if you hadn't grabbed my ass so harshly when we stopped at the gas station. you caused this by manhandling me, matthew." i shot back.

he sighs again as i grab a few different options in my size and head towards the fitting rooms. upon arrival, we notice there aren't any employees so i pick a stall and wave matt into the small room.

he looks up at me, then around at our surroundings, "are you sure? i don't think they allow multiple people in at once, i'll just wait here."

i roll my eyes again. "matthew! get in here! i need your opinion. this store is basically empty anyways. it's not a big deal, you've seen me naked before. let's not act so innocent."

he follows me in and takes a seat on the bench facing the door. i untie the sweater he lent me and throw it at his face. "rude!" he exclaims sassily, throwing the wad of clothing to the ground.

"uhm, excuse me, you're rude. you're the whole reason we're in this mess." i begin to remove the ripped pair of pants and pull a new one off its hanger.

facing the mirror on the door, i begin to pull the pair of mom jeans on before matt looks up from his phone and stops me.

"baby, i've never seen these panties on you before, are they new?" he smirks at me. i nod, swatting at his hands.

"wait stop, they're super cute, why haven't you shown me?" he looks up at me with those hypnotic blue eyes, brows furrowed.

i turn around, with the jeans still around my ankles and my hands on my hips. "do i need to inform you every time i purchase a new article of clothing, matt? it's just panties."

he wiggles his eyebrows at me, "when they make your ass look like that, then yeah, i must be notified immediately." he places me onto his lap, pulling the jeans all the way off my ankles so i can straddle him.

"baby we're running late, you're the one who keeps insisting, as much as i want to, we don't have time to fool around" i say to him between the open-mouthed kisses he begins to place on my neck.

he starts to take my top off, then gasps. "fuck the mac and cheese! it's a matching set, now i really can't believe you kept this from me." he drools at the sight of the lacy see-through bra, rubbing his thumb over my visible nipple. he yanks down the thin fabric, causing my boobs to spill over. with one arm wrapped around me, clutching my ass, he uses the other to massage my breast, all while kissing my neck. i feel myself starting to give in, biting my lip to stifle a moan. "matt, i-i don't think we can do this here." i slightly protest, but he reaches up to kiss me, and bites my bottom lip.

i'm done for.

he's kissing and grabbing and rubbing all over me and i'm a mess. i can never say no to him, he knows how to manipulate my body to want exactly what he wants. i can feel his bulge through his jeans, and i grind on it slowly, making my clit throb against it.

suddenly, he lifts me and flips me around so im sat on his lap, and we're both facing the mirror. he's unbuckling his belt, then his pants. he wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me slightly while he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick, standing tall and proud.

he makes eye contact with me in the mirror and grabs my face, smushing my cheeks together, and whispers in my ear, "i want you to watch baby, watch how good you can take my whole dick inside of you, pay real close attention."

he smirks at my widened eyes, and moves the panties to one side, rubbing the wetness all around and then on my clit.

"you normally get to scream all you want, but not this time baby, okay? you need to be really really quiet for me, got it?" he covers my mouth.

i nod quickly, and without warning, he picks me up and thrusts his entire length into me. i hold back a scream, and i feel tears falling down my cheeks. no matter how many times, how long we've been together, i'll never be used to his size.

he gives me a second to adjust, and then begins to pound into me over and over again, my back sliding up and down his clothed chest. i'm watching as my breasts bounce up and down and his dick glides in and out, in and out. he uncovers my mouth, keeping one hand on my waist, and starts to rub circles on my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me roll my eyes back further in pleasure.

he begins to nibble on my ear, then moves down to suck the spot right underneath. as he kisses down, i feel him bite down on my shoulder to suppress a moan.

"matthew!" i hiss at the pain, but it feels so good.

"shh!" he pinches my nipple, causing me to let out a whimper.

i grab his wrist, stopping his movement, and smile at him, "my turn." i bend down slightly, still facing the mirror so he has a full view of my ass while i bounce on his dick. he presses down on my back, sliding his hand down to secure a firm grip on my neck. he curses under his breath, trying hard not to make any noise while i'm aggressively riding him. he places both hands on my ass grasping and slapping occasionally, until i sit back up and we're making eye contact in the reflection. he's rubbing on my clit again, using his other hand to massage my left breast and i can feel a knot forming in my abdomen.

i turn around so i'm straddling him, and continue to bounce up and down. he grabs me by my throat and kisses me roughly, before planting a hard slap on my ass. i move faster, and he groans, grasping my ass tighter, leaving hand-shaped bruises for him to stare at later.

"i'm almost there baby. fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on." he whispers in my ear and i close my eyes, feeling my climax creeping close.

we start moving in sync, until my legs shake, and i feel his dick twitch, then shoot his load into me, causing me to finish as well, leaving me trembling on his lap. i drop my head forward onto his shoulder, desperately trying to catch my breath

he wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing the side of my head. "wow, what we just did was probably super illegal, " i laugh at his comment, but then frown when i realize what we've done.

"fucking hell, matt. we can't buy pants now, i feel too awkward going up to the register after we've been in this fitting room for so long, they probably know what we've been doing!" i cover my face with my hands.

"baby that's alright," he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. "just put your clothes back on, we'll go back to the car, and you can just borrow some sweats when we get home."

i stare at him, mouth gaping in realization. "are you serious? we could've just done that in the first place! i'm so dumb, why didn't i think of that?"

he stands and helps me put my shirt on, followed by the ripped jeans, "it's alright y/n, i didn't think of it either. let's go home, i'm starving." he smiles at me, rubbing small circles on my back.

"i love you, matt" i look up at him, with red cheeks, wondering how i'm going to leave this dressing room with any dignity.

"i love you. don't worry, i know what you're thinking. just hold my hand and we'll walk back to the car, c'mon." he laces our fingers together and kisses me on the forehead, unlocking the door and stepping out of the changing room.

luckily enough, nobody seemed to even notice us weaving through the aisles and exiting the store. we managed to get back in matt's car without a single interruption, and soon after arriving at his house, where chris had demolished the entire dish of mac and cheese.

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ahh can’t believe i’m posting this but fuck it we ball

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[bigboipyromaniac]

hey idk if you’re taking requests but could you do something with Eddie gluskin? Like, maybe the reader could be one of the doctors in mount massive, and after all the inmates break out he goes looking for them? It doesn’t have to be nsfw, I’m mostly just curious how you would write him. Thank you for your hard work!

YES SIRR TIME FOR A SILLY STORYYY

Ok its not that silly but still

You were the one unfortunate soul who worked at Mount Massive during the outbreak, i mean the place wasn’t too bad, you got to work with patients,that would sometimes eat your arm… but that’s ok! You were mostly called if a patient was injured.

Which was most of the time.

Despite this place being an absolute chaos, you did find those places that were always nice to hang around, yours being the sewing room! It was always empty and rarely people would come in, it was mostly use to keep inmates clothes and to fix clothes if someone was being rough with it. But for you it was your little lunch break room.

It was one of those days that you just want to sit back and relax while the other doctors had to deal with the inmate fighting with each other. Before you had taken a bite out of your lunch, you can hear in the distance loud screams, you had assume that one of the inmates had escaped and fought with one of the doctors, but.. no thats too many screams for it to be just one person.

You quickly ran back to your assigned station hoping nothing had happened to your patients.

It was a mess…blood was spread all over the walls, the smell was horrible, how can this all happened in just a few minutes? You had to contact someone about this! The manager? Bodyguards? God this feels like the military needs to get involved. You quickly ran to your office to grab the phone, the office was also a mess but manageable.

Heading to the line-phone that was hanging on the wall, before you can manage to dial anyone, you heard some footsteps and a voice near you. Turing around you found on of you patient on the floor with what seems like a screwdriver, where did he manage to find one? Who knows! He had gotten up from his spot and started saying words you couldn’t understand well.

He was walking towards you with that screwdriver “Hey man, put that down! Im not trying to harm you!” But your words fell on deaf ears as he went for the attack.you quickly closed your eyes and held your arm up and waited to feel a sharp pain in your arms or anywhere in you body

But nothing?

You felt water land on your body but no pain at all. Opening your eyes, you see your patient has a knife through his stomach and someone was holding the arm that held the screwdriver, the water that you felt was blood pouring from his body. You froze, you had just survived a attempted murder and also witnessed a murder.

After a few minutes which felt like eternity, the person had removed the knife from his body and the man had fell to the floor, “Darling!” That voice, oh no. Before you can get another thought in Eddie had grabbed you into a hug, lifting you up from the floor. “Oh i was so worried that someone else got to you before me!” You couldn’t tell if he meant it as you getting murdered or getting married to someone else.

You could really form words after that, so… you just awkwardly pat his back, almost like a thank you for saving me. “We should leave honey, this is no place for our wedding!” Wedding!?! When did you agree to get married? He grabbed you leg and headed out from the office, completely forgetting what you were there for. “H-hold on! Where are we going!!” Eddie looked at you with a look that says ‘are you dumb? You should know.’ “To get ready for our wedding! You cant be wearing that darling.” He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and walked his way to the sewing room.

Congratulations on getting married!

[femme-enby]

FNAF SB AU ideas off the top of my head.

You’ve heard of coffee shop AU, now I present:

Fast food. Plenty of options- American, Mexican/“mexican”(cough-TACO BELL-cough), Chinese/“chinese”…

If you’ve never worked fast food (must be nice to be one of the favorites…) it generally sucks. Crazy rushes. Tight on space. Running into each other/swift dodging. You’ll get 20 separate orders of basic shit, cool! All of a sudden, your average order cost of $5-$20, with $50 bein a “big” order ain’t shit bc you just got some asshole in the drive thru askin for 50 $2 value chicken sandwiches & 50 $3 value burgers. “Tf you mean you want 100 sandwiches rn and you’re gonna pay $250 in mostly 5s and 1s??? Sicko. Drop all the mini chickens & I need a full grill of mini burgs for the foreseeable future. Idc that the grease bucket for the grill is overflowing, you know you don’t either. Don’t slip bc they’ll make me clean the mess since I can’t get any biohazard type illnesses.”

You’ve all heard of the beloved Roller Rink AU, we’ve all seen “y/n is pizzaplex janitor” now get ready for their loathed hatechild- retail AU. Naw, not no designer shit. We fightin for our lives in the “MalWart.” “Yeah no it’s crazy that they want us to complete 10 pallets in hardware in 4hr when each pallet takes about an hour… wait WTF you mean they’re all screws and washers???? That whole pallet????? Fuck me… and fuck them. And fuck that pallet actually, bc that’ll take at least 2hr all on its own. Yeah no I did mean that it would take YOU two hours. It would take ME the whole shift. Some of us ain’t blessed with the speed & dexterity of a supercomputer powered body you show off.” (A million possibilities! Deli, bakery, dayshift department options of your choice, overnight stocking, security, etc)

Nothin? Not lovin it?

Tbh I’d suggest some others but I know I’ve seen them already- someone’s already got a general amusement park AU (the fic is somewhere in my 150+ tabs… I will find you…) although they do focus on being a ride operator… so there’s still food & beverage, security, janitor/“maintenance”/“Park Services”, actual maintenance as in like dealin w fixing basic issues like broken chairs/tables, as well as tech dealing with minor errors in rides, lights, audio, etc. character/character “buddy” (think Mickey Mouse & his Disney employee handler).

I’ve also seen like… goth IHop somewhere… I miss you…

Also seen psych ward, school, VR, someone… someone’s got haunt but w jackomoon in a corn maze… (I’m gonna find you again too… you won’t escape my love…) seen street racers, a… surprising amount of cops… hmm…

Aiight I know someone’s got the restaraunt AU, think it’s the same person w a hair salon AU, but!!! HEAR ME OUT!!! Basic restaraunt. Step up from fast food in terms of quality & money earned, BUT!!! We all still fightin to not knock out some of them damn customers. The best part of the shift is when the server gets to slink into the kitchen and stare longingly at the cook, who either eagerly or “grudgingly” makes them a meal. Bonus points for inhaling the food and fighting the chipmunk cheeks away as they rush back out to the floor.

Another idea I had was “translator” as in the human has moved, whether out of personal desire or demand from employers, to another country where they don’t speak the language, one way or another they come in possession of the DCA. DCA can act as a translator, assist in assimilating, take on the roll as your first “friend” in the new place and guidance around the city… idk. I think it would be a cool way to utilize the “computer” part of them.

Also… gaining sentience. Personally I tied it into the “translator” idea- they come to you as a fairly simple animatronic in the sense that they don’t really differ too much in personality between Sun & Moon, generally devoid of much of a personality, baddabing badaBOOM (idk tech, I had them struck by lighting like Dr. Frankenstein type nonsense) they’re suddenly two separate people w whole personalities & shit, but also tryin to figure out this whole “being sentient” thing (which I am not the first to have that specific idea, can’t remember who but I saw someone who did something similar but it was like… some storm related surge at the pizzaplex? And then they started zappin all the animatronics… I… think I know who wrote that, but bc I ain’t sure I’m not sayin shit bc I’d be so fuckin embarrassed if I got it wrong and I gotta go to sleep so I can’t look it up myself right now… so tired.)

[babyspacekwid]

Some of my Astro placements and how they manifest

Chiron 4th house:

This placement talks of a wound surrounding the family and home, and well, I would often search for a home because no where to me felt like home. I still feel misunderstood and out of place, BUT, I have made deep and valuable connections that have helped guide me and make me feel the love I should have had. Not to say this placement is completely hopless, it’s beautiful and it’s real and it’s tough, but you come out stronger. I use to hate that fucking perspective too. Like okay??? Who gaf if I come out stronger I’m fucking suffering, like why didn’t I get the parents everyone else has? Why’d I have to walk on eggshells? I felt like my anger and sadness was invalidated because I didn’t feel strong. I felt worthless and disorganized. I was a mess and I still am. Idk if that’s ever gonna change tbh, but despite all, it’s true. You DO come out stronger. In every aspect I have. Home is your people it was never a place, home is your mother cradling you for the first time in a while, it’s your friends taking care of you when you’re sobbing. Home is your dad realizing his mistakes and apologizing. Home is a feeling, it’s refreshing and comforting. Home was never suppose to be stressful, or feel like a war zone. To whoever has this same placement I feel you and I love you.

Mars in Aquarius in the 5th house

I do things unconventionally and I only realize this when I’m with other ppl. It can be as simple as the way I eat my burger, to my taste in music. Which is everything. I like literally everything. I don’t care the genre. If it’s good and catchy I love it. I did a lot of different hobbies as a kid too? Like taekwondo, dance, soccer, painting, singing, writing. But I never stayed long in any of those hobbies. Loved anime which ik everyone likes these days but where I live and during my childhood it was still a bit taboo or considered weird to watch. I was the kid that got along with everyone at school too. I didn’t see the point in highschool having a social hierarchy of popularity. It’s fucking stupid. I remember this one kid in my class who everyone thought was weird, which from their perspective I understand because he liked to talk about taboo topics that everyone thought was outrageous, but I was enjoying conversing with him because his perspectives were fresh and built my own views and opinions. I also have a 5th house stellium and I just fucking hate anything that isn’t fun like. I can’t do the 9-5 I have to enjoy my life like this society was not meant for the way my brain works istg.

Lilith 8th house

Constant comments were made about my body when I was young. From good to bad to what the actual fuck are you saying to a 12 year old. No cause it still happens and I’ve learnt to deal with it, but it has greatly affected how I view myself, my sexuality, and my comfortability with it.

Sun and moon in Gemini

I got the worst of both worlds wtf is this?! Considering my chart is 60% air signs you’d think I’d be use to it but I’m notttttt. I try to stray away from the stereotypical “Geminis intellectualize their emotions” but it’s true we do, but I think it’s cause feeling our emotions are overwhelming. Geminis ARE emotional. There’s just so much going on that my brain decides “I need a solution to this now cause feeling is pain” also hate that I’m not consistent. Consistency is my worst enemy, it doesn’t agree with me and my behaviours and we have an ongoing tense relationship, so I don’t finish anything. Not the books I wanna write or the paintings I wanna finish. Working on it tho 😭

Jupiter in Leo in the 11th house

I know so many people, and the friends I’ve made feel like my soul family. We’re siblings at this point. (Also rlly love the spotlight. What can I say I’m an attention whore)

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🪢 You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

✎ Pairing: sexy ass!Bang Chan x intense!Lee Know x cocky!Han Jisung x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut (maybe fic?)

✎ Summary: Three mysterious men want to use you as a human pocket pussy for the night. Why the hell not?

✎ CW: ❗️Consensual nonconsent, a little blood❗️foursome, drinking, degradation, hand job, blow job, rough sex, face fucking, fingering, public fingering, general crassness

✎ Word count: 4,930

✩ A/N: I maaayyyy keep this one going as a chaptered fic?? Idk though. Lmk what you think! ✩

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Click

One handcuff latches around the bedpost. Its closely-linked twin is already snug around your right wrist.

Click, click

The man on your left encloses the bedpost first, then your wrist. You watch his skilled fingers work with bated breath.

“Comfortable?” the cocky blonde with the cute cheeks asks before shooting you a sly smile.

The dark-haired one scoffs.

“Like it matters,” he answers for you. “This isn’t about her comfort, is it now?”

“Quit bickering, you two,” says the third man — the amber-eyed, honey-tongued one. “We’re on the same team, here, yeah?”

The other two nod.

“Good. Now, grab her legs.”

They do as they’re told, pushing your ankles down into the bed. The leader unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and slowly strokes his cock.

He hungrily examines your naked body, mapping out a course of action. You take the opportunity to study him, too, and deduce two things almost immediately:

1. His dick is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, let alone taken.

2. That devilish grin on his face makes you nervous.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers the garments around his muscular legs and drops them to the ground. He crawls onto the bed, barking out one more order to his friends.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help.”

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It didn’t take much to convince you at the time. Hot stranger approaches at the bar, buys you a drink. You chat, you flirt, you dance, you kiss. He asks if you wanna get out of here, of course you say yes. It was a typical pickup story — until it wasn’t.

You were already under his spell by the time he shared information about his friends: the brooder and the showboat. He pointed to a dimly lit corner where the two men watched you intently from afar, but you recognized those faces.

They had been hovering before. A hand on the small of your back as one walked past, eye contact held for just a second too long over your suitor’s shoulder. The three of them circled you like sharks, and you didn’t even notice.

But they were good dudes, he guaranteed it. Just some friends as close as brothers who wanted to try something, someone. Together.

You’d had a threesome before, so what’s one more? But not like that exactly, he clarified. Yes, four people, but more like 3 vs. 1. As in they can freely pinch and poke and prod, while you’re pinched and poked and prodded.

It could have been the alcohol or how his lips moved when he spoke in that Australian accent or the way the flecks of gold and copper and bronze swirled around his pupils, but you said yes.

Were you 100% sure? No, but why not? He said they’d give you a safe word and had absolutely no intention of hurting you (unless you wanted them to), but it could — and likely would — get rough. Fuck it, sure.

The first time you spoke to the other two was outside, and it was nothing more than simple hellos. Not even names. That was another part of the deal: anonymity. No personal details, no phone numbers, no emotional mess to deal with in the morning.

You stood on the sidewalk with the two strangers while the one who convinced you to do this tried to hail a cab. Eyes shamelessly traveled up and down each others’ bodies while you waited.

The blonde with the cute face and deep brown eyes stood — chest puffed out — next to the dark brown-haired one. His irises were darker than the blonde’s, and his energy much more intense. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he squinted at you from the moment you said hello until the yellow car finally pulled up. Welp, here goes nothing.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The cheeky blonde slides in first, and the quiet one gestures for you to go next. Whether he was being chivalrous or just wanted a sneak peek under your skirt as you maneuvered into the car wasn’t clear. Either way, he got his wish.

Blondie waited only for the inside lights to dim before placing a hand on your knee. He slowly drags his fingertips up your thigh, zigging and zagging more toward the inside, then the outside. He pauses when he touches the hem of your skirt, then retraces his steps back down to your knee. His motions repeat, but his path inches closer and closer to your inner thigh each time.

The mysterious one on your right hungrily stares down at your legs and cracks his knuckles, and the Aussie glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to monitor their actions and gauge your reaction. He keeps smirking — showing off those dreamy dimples that hooked you in the first place — and shaking his head at the eagerness of his friend.

Eventually, there’s no more accessible flesh for the bold one to traverse. His path has led him to the line where your thighs meet, and they’re pressed together firmly. You see this scenario playing out in one of two ways, but the man you can’t quite pin down surprises you with option number 3.

His hand lands on your leg with a loud clap, and he forces his way between your thighs. The two of them pry your legs apart and run their digits up and down the sensitive skin, putting your panties on full display for the driver.

Tingles immediately shoot up your spine. They inch closer and closer to your crotch, but never actually reach it. Fingertips always stop right at the edge of your panties before traveling back toward your knees, but you can’t help but hope that each time would be different… and they’d finally…

“We’re here.”

Your eyes shoot back open; you hadn’t even realized they closed. The cabbie is paid in cash, and the men open and exit through their respective doors. They gather on the sidewalk, holding out hands to help you to your feet.

You mumble a thanks and stride behind them to the entrance. They open double doors for you and lead the way to the elevators. The blonde presses the button and stands watch, glancing back and forth between the two numbers to guess like he’s trying to guess which would arrive first.

The other two stand at your sides. The quiet one extends his arm to brush knuckles against your hip, and the Aussie places an open palm on your lower back and quietly hums a tune you haven’t heard before.

Ding

“Ha! I called it!” the blonde exclaims, clenching his fist in a tiny celebration of winning whatever game he played in his head.

The left elevator’s doors open, and you file in, the hand on your back guiding you to the rear of the car. Once you turn to face the front, his long fingers curl around your waist and pull you into his body. In another context, this may have been comforting. But the quiet one surprises you again and slips a hand under your skirt — heading right for your crotch this time.

He applies pressure to get a feel for you over your underwear. Then his middle finger curls up, pushing in just enough to make you squirm before returning to its initial position. Your breath quickens right when the elevator stops and the doors slide open once again.

An older couple walks in, exchanging smiles with your group. The hand at your waist squeezes tightly, and you smile, too. But the hand on your pussy doesn’t leave. If anything, he pushes into you deeper. You try to angle your hips away from him, but his lips go to your ear.

“Stay still,” he breathes. “You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it?”

Your toes curl into the soles of your shoes. It’s the only thing you can think to do that won’t make what’s happening so incredibly obvious. And everyone’s still smiling, but are they just being polite? You don’t know and you don’t care. You just want him to stop teasing and push through the silk entirely.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the couple steps off. Before the doors meet again, the one who started it all spins into you, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

You’re chest to chest for the second time tonight. Without sweat and alcohol overwhelming your nose, you can finally inhale the vanilla and citrus of his cologne. His pull is just as intoxicating as it was at the bar, and you think you may be about to kiss him when he slams his free hand into the wall next to your head and leers down at you.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, yeah?” he growls. “We make the rules. We tell you to shut up? You shut up. We tell you to spread your legs? You spread ‘em. We tell you to come? You come. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Safe word is… uh…”

“Onion!” the blonde blurts out.

Dimples furrows his brow and shoots his friend a confused glance before turning his attention back to you.

“Sure, whatever, onion. You good with that?” he asks in that sexy accent.

“She better be,” the quiet one says from the corner while staring intently at your thighs.

Dimples and the blonde exchange smirks just as you reach the top floor and the doors open again. The Aussie keeps one arm tight around your waist and guides you down the hall.

The other two skip ahead, giggling about something unspoken. It’s like the dark-haired one is two different people. His emotionless eyes glare at you one second, and he’s beaming at the blonde in the next. They reach the room first, and he quickly snaps back into intimidation mode the second his eyes meet yours.

“Welcome to our playground…” the blonde says after you pass through the doorway.

It’s a typical hotel room: bathroom by the door, dresser below the tv, desk by the window, couch in the corner. But the bed sandwiched between nightstands sticks out the most. There’s only one, and four of you.

“Interesting…” you muse, slowly making your way to the couch.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired one asks.

“Yeah, what’s interesting?” blondie jumps in.

“Just… one bed,” you explain. “Guess we won’t be spending the night?”

“What makes you think that?” the Aussie challenges from across the room. He just finished moving the do not disturb sign to the other side of the door and attaching the chain. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

Something about him keeps rendering you speechless. Whatever witty comment that was brewing in your mind is long gone, so you just plop down on the couch and stare at the bed.

“I think you broke her, hyung,” the blonde giggles and throws his body on the mattress. He’s enjoying the puzzled look on your face a little too much.

“So, who gets first go?” the quiet one asks from his position in the far corner.

Blondie is the first to offer his thoughts.

“He did most of the work so far, so I vote Ch-”

“SHHHHHH!” “Shut the fuck up!”

The other two cut him off almost in unison, but it’s a little too late. Ch-something. Noted.

“You’re a fucking idiot, but I agree,” Ch-something says, pushing off the wall and striding across the room toward you. He moves quickly, and he’s staring down at you again in mere seconds. “Stand up.”

You do as he asks, maintaining eye contact while you push up off the couch. Those beautiful eyes are a little cloudier now, and the sweet swirl from earlier looks more like a brewing thunderstorm.

He runs his fingers along the line where your top meets your skin. He drags his hands down your torso, feeling the lace on the bustier.

“Spin.”

You do as you’re told, and his hands get to work undoing the hooks along your spine.

“The second I saw you in this, I pictured what it would be like to take it off,” he admits. “Of course, there was a lot more ripping involved in my imagination.”

Your walls clench at the thought of someone like him wanting to rip your clothes off at first sight.

“But this is such a pretty top…” Ch-something continues. “And it would be a shame if we sent you home fucked and bruised and topless, too.”

One hand traces the exposed section of your spine before meeting the other and resuming their task.

“We’re nice boys, yeah? Just want you well-loved,” he says and presses his torso to your back, his silky lips to your ear. “And well-laid.”

The top releases its hold on your lower back and awkwardly hangs on your body. His big hands slide under the lace, around your waist, and up to your breasts. After a few squeezes, he slides the straps off your shoulders, and the top falls to the floor.

“I get first go, yeah?” he calls out to the others.

They echo in agreement from across the room. The Aussie circles your body before plopping down on the couch in front of you. He spreads his legs slightly and reaches for your hips.

“Come ’ere,” he commands, pulling you into his lap.

You straddle him and slide down onto his thighs, but not close enough, apparently. His hands firmly grip your ass and pull you into him. You can feel his hard cock press into your crotch while he wraps those big lips around one nipple.

He licks and nips and sucks at you, and you start to roll your hips into his lap. He gently guides you with palms on your ass, and for a minute you forget you’re not the only ones in the room. He has this way of making you dizzy with the warmth of his mouth and his hands and his chest and his...

“Ay, that’s enough,” one of the others says from behind you. “You’ll have plenty of time to mark her up later.”

Someone grabs your hair from behind and snaps your head back. Before you can register who it is, their lips are on yours and their nose presses into your chin. Hands go to your neck, alternating between caressing the skin and squeezing. Someone else is fiddling with your nipples, and Ch-whatever’s hands are still gripping your ass.

Whoever’s tongue it is forces its way into your mouth and flicks at your tongue, and both nipples are engulfed in wet warmth. A hand reaches under your skirt and pushes your silk panties to the side to stick a finger inside you. Then two. Then three.

The man above you squeezes your neck harder, and someone else rubs your lower stomach. There are arms and hands and mouths everywhere like some sick game of Twister.

One mouth leaves, then another, then the last. You can finally open your eyes and see thick eyelashes and dark hair above you. The quiet one is smiling down at you and stroking your cheek, making this the first time he looks at you endearingly. And, of course, it’s when he’s gripping your neck.

“Quit being soft, man,” the blonde says. He stands and grips your bicep to pull you up, too. Then his hand moves to your shoulder and pushes down.

“On your knees.”

You drop to the floor and stare up at him with wide eyes. From this angle, his tiny waist seems so small compared to his broad shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants, and you reach up to free it, but he smacks your hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” he barks. “Keep your hands at your sides and open your fucking mouth.”

Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out over your bottom lip. The lean blonde unzips his pants, pulls out his thick cock and strokes it inches away from your face.

“You want this?” he asks, running its head back and forth over the tip of your tongue. “Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You just stare up at him. He’s made it clear that it doesn’t matter what you think, so maybe not acknowledging his questions is what will really get him going.

And it works. His lips turn down in a scowl, and he roughly grips your hair and thrusts in hard, hitting the back of your throat right when his balls slap into your chin.

“Oh, that’s it,” he moans, picking up the pace. “Attagirl.”

You can’t see the other two, but you hear another zipper. Then your arm is lifted, and your hand is placed on another big, veiny cock. A quick glance to your right confirms it’s the dark-haired one, and his eyes tell you to stroke.

The way your head is bobbing back and forth makes it hard to concentrate on the movements of your hand, but you do your best. You keep waiting for Ch-something to join, but he just watches.

“I want her mouth now,” the dark-haired one says. “Why don’t you do the honors and get those panties off?”

Ch-something speaks up from the couch.

“Naur, her cunt is mine. Fuck her tits, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Good call,” the blonde replies between deep breaths. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

They pull out of your grip and easily lift you, a pair of hands under your arms and another under your knees. They drop you on the bed on your back, and the quiet one straddles your head with his thick thighs. He positions himself to enter your mouth and checks behind him to see if his friend has enough room to work.

“I’m good,” the blonde assures, straddling your waist and squeezing your breasts together. He slides his dick between them just as the other presses into your mouth.

The quiet one stares at the wall as he thrusts, and you’re kind of grateful. Other than that one sweet moment, his gaze has been severe. You’re not sure how you’d react if he looks at you like that again, but part of you wants to find out.

You reach for his hips and grip gently, seeing if that can initiate eye contact. Nope, his head just falls back instead, and the blonde takes a second to ruffle his hair.

“I know, her mouth is fantastic,” he says before sharing a warning. “Save yourself, though, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yeah… I know…” he pants in reply, squeezing your head between his strong legs. “This is just… so… good…”

“You know…” Ch-something speaks up again, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that, hyung?” the blonde asks, still sliding his hips forward and back on your chest.

A bag is tossed onto the bed, and something metallic clangs inside. But you’re distracted by the man opening the duffel and the way his T-shirt hugs his biceps while he rummages through it. You can’t wait for him to use you like his friends are.

“These…” he says, holding up something he pulled from the bag, “should be fun.”

You can’t see what’s in his hand, but the way the other two are giggling probably means it’s something exciting — for them at least.

“Fuck yeah, Chan, good looking out,” the blonde cheers, and the other two freeze.

“Dude, really??”

The nameless ones climb off of you and meet Chan at the foot of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as they talk amongst themselves. Chan hands something to each of them, then places his hands on the bed when they go their separate ways.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Chan announces. “They’re gonna tie you up, and I’m gonna have my way with you.”

He reaches for your skirt and pulls at the zipper, loosening the waistband enough to slide it over your ass and down your legs. He presses his hand flat on the front of your panties, curling his fingers up and over the elastic at the top. He pushes his palm down into your folds, but he leaves the silk be. For now.

“Your body is mine,” he whispers into the skin just above your panty line.

The others have reached the top of the bed at this point, and Chan releases his hold on you. You’re pulled further up the bed and your arms extended so they can handcuff you to the bed posts.

The blonde checks to see if you’re comfortable, the dark-haired one doesn’t care, and Chan is annoyed by them both. The three men meet again at the foot of the bed, hungrily staring down at you.

Chan instructs them to hold your legs while he takes off his boxers and jeans. His large, throbbing cock scares the hell of out of you, but truly in the best possible way.

He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread-out legs. His fingertips tease the skin on your inner thighs, then your stomach, then your chest. He positions his hands on either side of your head and hovers above you.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help,” he commands his friends before leaning down to press his lips to your neck. He speaks again, but his next words are for you alone.

“At least you know what name to scream now.”

He parts your lips with his tongue and dips in to explore the familiar landscape of your mouth. You probably spent more time kissing than speaking at the bar, now that you think of it, and that certainly worked in his favor when it came time to convince you to leave with them. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those plump lips.

His mouth goes to your neck next, and he sucks and bites your skin with every intention of leaving marks. He does the same on your chest, then your breasts, then your stomach — quick, painful bites followed by wet suction.

Forgetting your hands are useless to you now, you lightly pull at the headboard. The chain links jingle as you fight against them, but it’s pointless. You can’t push him away or pull him closer. You can only lie there and watch.

He glances up at you with those lustful eyes and a twisted grin, like he loves watching you squirm. He lowers himself to your crotch and runs the silk of your underwear between his fingers.

“These are cute, huh boys?” he calls out, and the others agree. “I wonder how they’ll look in pieces.”

“No-” you start, but Chan interrupts.

“No? I’m sorry, did you say no?” he thunders. “Shut her mouth.”

The blonde releases his hold on your leg and walks to the head of the bed. He closes his big hand over your lips, pushing your head down into the pillow and smugly staring at you with dark eyes.

“Better,” Chan says. “Now, where was I?”

He grips the top of your panties with both hands and pulls… but nothing happens. You giggle into the palm over your mouth. But he pulls harder and glares up at you, holding your gaze as the silk rips almost all the way down the front.

“Not so funny now, eh?” he quips, and the others smirk.

He adjusts his hold on the material and pulls again, tearing it the rest of the way. Four fingers roughly cram into you and curl up and down rapidly.

Your one free leg pulls up toward your chest, and Chan catches it with his idle hand and lifts it over his shoulder. He reaches back for the other and pinches your thigh as he hoists that one up, too.

He pulls his soaked fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste you. Staring into your eyes, he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and forces himself inside your cunt.

As expected, he’s too big. Your walls stretch around him, barely able to endure his width, and he fills you to the brim length-wise with inches to spare. Regardless of the strain he certainly feels, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He closes his strong arms over your legs, pressing your skin to his as he pounds his cock into you over and over. You’re afraid something will rip with every thrust.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, and the other two can’t look away from your bouncing breasts. The blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he flicks one nipple and calls his friend over to join. They’re twisting and tweaking the sensitive nubs and there’s nothing you can do. Except…

“Ow! You bitch!”

The blonde lifts his hand from your mouth and slaps you across your cheek.

“She fucking bit me!” he yells.

Chan doesn’t seem to care; he keeps driving in and out of you at the same unrelenting pace. But the other two have rage in their eyes.

“You wanna play rough? We can play rough, sweetheart,” the formerly quiet one says.

He lowers his head to your chest and bites down hard — almost cruelly — on the skin of your breast. He pulls back to examine his work and appears unsatisfied. He goes in for another, and this time, he draws blood.

“Fuck you! What the fuck!” you cry out.

“Dude…” the blonde whispers.

“What?! She doesn’t get to bite you and…” the dark-haired one argues.

“No, I mean… that’s so hot,” his friend clarifies.

It’s the blonde’s turn, and he goes straight for your nipple. He closes his teeth roughly, though not as hard as the bite before, and you whine in pain again.

“Pieces of shit!” you yell. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Yeah, get off her,” Chan pants. “I have more work to do here if you’re making her scream before I do.”

He releases his hold on your legs and grabs your hips, inclining your lower body up and off the bed. His first thrust at this new angle makes you shudder, and he knows he’s got you now.

He sinks into you again, and you can’t hold back the loud, breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your wrists are starting to feel raw from the handcuffs, and your chest is sore and bruised from all three of them.

You’re in so much pain, but drowning in pleasure, too. The hot tears on your cheeks could be from either or neither or both. Who fucking knows.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan moans. “Cry for me, scream my name.”

“Fuck… Chan,” you whine, getting closer and closer to your climax.

A triumphant smile on his face, Chan nods at the others to return to their positions. They each take a nipple in their mouths, sucking more gently this time — though their gentle is still enough to slurp up a whole drink in one go.

Chan’s thrusts are growing weaker and weaker now, his power draining. He presses a thumb down into your clit hoping it will finish the job.

“Oh my FUCKING… fuck… Chan… CHAN… I… aahh-”

You’re coming on his cock with a force that makes his head spin, and he can’t help but finish deep inside you, too.

There are moans all around — two in ecstasy, two in disappointment. The onlookers detach their lips from your chest and sit on the sides of the bed while the two of you ride out your orgasms.

“Are you fucking serious, Chan?” the blonde asks incredulously and throws his hands up. “You said we were gonna all get a turn before she was spent.”

The dark-haired one keeps his mouth shut, opting to cross his arms over his chest and brood silently once again instead.

Chan pulls out and topples down next to you on the bed. He’s turned to face you, but your eyes are trained on the light fixture above the bed, watching the way the bulb flickers and sparkles. Or is that just in your head?

“Don’t worry boys,” Chan speaks up. “We have all night, and she’s tight as fuck.”

“Yeah, but now you two are gonna nap and we’re still hard,” the blonde whimpers. His face looks so cute when he pouts.

“Then take a nap with us, or suck each other off, whatever,” Chan lazily replies.

The two glance at each other with raised brows, and there’s some other undertone there too. But you’re too lightheaded to care.

Their voices blur together as the room darkens, but you can feel a firm thigh and thick arm lay across your body. Whether you’re being cuddled or trapped isn’t important right now, and you let yourself drift off.

[tiredistic]

"BRAT"

Pairing: Regina George x Janis imi'ike

Words: 1622

Content warning: Smut, Absolutely no fluff. Angst, a hint of barking..? manipulation. kinda?? Black mail, Cheating, general mess. Hate sex.. Power dynamic,

Summary: Regina is sleeping with other girls, and Janis deals with her. They end up fucking because they're still madly in love.

A/n: Just this little fic bc writers block is hitting kinda hard.. Idk where this was going I just wanted them to fight then fuck ykwim?

Regina came back to the apartment, slugging in through the door, her mascara smudged and her hair damp from the rain. It was late, yet Janis sat there on the couch, her back to Regina. She knew she was fucked.

"Where did you go?" Janis asked, not bothering to look at the blonde. Janis knew the answer, she just had to ask. Something in her wanted to forget all about it, but how could she? 

"You know where." 

She turned to Regina, capturing her face, sympathy daring to invade her brain. Regina was so fucking hot, gosh Janis hated being mad at her. She had to I mean how can you not? You know your girlfriend is sleeping with other girls, how else would you react!?

"What the fuck were you thinking? You keep throwing our relationship out the window!"

"We never had a relationship! We weren't even a big thing! Gosh I don't know why you get so fucking dramatic." Regina snapped.

"So what are you doing here!? We live together for god's sake. Were we nothing when we fucked on at least every surface in here?"

"Okay we had sex move on! If I want to go to sleep with other people I don't know why it's your problem!" 

"Everything you do is my problem! When you come home drunk and high all the time, who takes care of you!? What about when your back starts acting up??" 

"Oh yes my saviour! Thank you for doing everything for me, shut the fuck up." 

"Why does everything have to be a struggle with you!? Why can't you understand that you're hurting me?" Janis pleaded, "I thought you loved me"

"I never said that I loved you."

"You did! What happened to us!?"

"Oh my gosh, Cady- shit i mean jess-"

"Oh my shit they were so right about you!" Janis complained, "You just screw every girl you see! Fuck you for making me feel like I was something to you"

"You are something to me."

"Act like it."

Regina then grabbed Janis's face, pulling her in for a heated make out session. Janis leaned into the kiss, her hands on Regina's wet shoulders. Regina was making out so intensely, Janis felt the hatred on Regina's tongue. Janis, being the bad bitch she is, doubled the passion, their tongues fighting for dominance.

Their bodies intertwined, then they found themselves in the bedroom. Regina started to strip, peeling the wet clothes off of her cold body. She started down at Janis, teasingly playing with herself, saying things like:

"Lets just fuck and forget all about this." 

and,

"They say make-up sex is the best."

Janis wanted to enjoy it. Janis wanted to feel something again. But right now, she felt like this was just a coy, something to win her back just for Regina's emotional abuse. Gosh was it working. Just looking at Regina doing her usual complaining made her shiver, it was no help that the blonde was dripping wet and naked. She felt herself already getting wet.

"I dunno. I thought the name Jess fell out of your mouth a minute ago... I don't think I can forgive you." Janis played. If this was a game just for Regina to have her fuck buddy back, then she was going to make the best of it.

"I swear baby, Jess was just a toy, your my real deal." She traced circles on the sheet, leaning into Janis, trying to seduce her.  

"Fine. If I'm the real deal.. You'll do as I say." Janis whispered into the blonde's ear, she grabbed her jaw harshly leaving slight red marks on her face, "Get on all fours and bark for me if you're loyal."

Regina paused, she couldn't believe this request. All stages of grief flashed across her face, before she kneeled down on the floor before Janis. She gave Janis the, "are you fucking serious.." look before letting out a pathetic bark,

"arf..?" She sighed, her eyebrows creasing. This was so weird. 

"Is that all you got? Is that how you treat me after fucking cheating on me with multiple girls? Is this your way back into our relationship? a pathetic bark?" Janis scoffed.

The power dynamic was so different then what she was used to, it really shocked her. It also made her so turned on she could feel her cunt dripping down her leg weather she liked it or not.

Janis grabbed Regina by the hair, pushing her head up perfectly to make eye contact. 

"I said bark, bitch."

"Ruff!!"

Janis mused, letting go of Regina's jaw, kissing her gently, almost like a reward.

"By the end of the night, I might just forgive you."

"Why don't you just forgive me now.. it wasn't that deep." 

"I dunno if I'm over you hooking up my close friends, or the whole female population."

"I'm not going to be able to touch you tonight am I?"

"Considering you were just at some hoe's house before coming here.. no."

Regina sighed, getting up from the floor and crawling on the bed, laying on her stomach away from Janis, thinking they were done for the night.

"They never could fuck me like you." the blonde said softly, "Please baby.. let's forget all about that, yeah?"

Janis slapped Regina's ass, leaving a sharp red mark. Regina yipped, turning back to Janis sharply, attempting to roll over.

"what the fuck was that for!?" She hissed, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, and her face flushed from arousal and pain.

"You think I'm done with you? You have hickeys all over your backside!"

"Those bitches.. I told them not to mark me.." She said quietly under her breath, but Janis heard. 

Janis was furious, but she was also glad. She had more things to hold Regina accountable for.

"You let everyone hit your pussy? I never knew Regina George was such a whore." Janis teased, sliding her fingers along the girl's cunt.

"I like to think- I'm very selective." She gasped, her head digging into the pillows as her hips we held down.

"I don't think Hayliee B. is being selective." She slipped a finger in, wiggling it ever so slightly.

"Janis- it wasn't that serious-" She squirmed.

"Maybe Paige G. has something to say about that, hm? Was that serious?" Janis said, slipping her second finger in. 

Regina gripped the cover harshly, letting out a lengthy moan. She tried to grind herself on Janis's fingers but with no avail.

"Jan- Janis that was so long ago.. She doesn't matter, only you do." 

"Awee, is that the sorry excuse you pull out of your ass every time a girl finds out your bullshit? Is that why you came home looking like an absolute mess?" Janis seethed, pumping the fingers into the blonde. 

"maybe its what you told that bitch before coming here!" Then she added a third finger. 

Janis noticed the slight blood on her fingers as she fucked her dumb. Regina was drooling, her eyes rolling back as she whined and cried into the pillows.

"Tell me i'm the best you ever had." 

Regina nodded,

"Say it!" Janis yelled, slapping Regina's ass again.

"Your the best- your the fucking best..I swear" the words spilled out from her mouth in a desperate plea.

Janis sped up, she loved hearing the girl's raspy voice as she helplessly trembled on her fingers.

"'m gonna come! gonna come!" Regina moaned, her eyes shutting and her body starting to tremble.

Then Janis pulled all three of her fingers out of the whining girl.

"What the fuck!?" Regina caught her breath, she turned around to find Janis smirking like a mad man.

"Please Janis, it wasn't even that bad, I don't deserve to be punished like this!" 

"Just how much times did you come for other girls?" Janis teased.

"Not much- they could neve get me off like you" Regina cried.

"Is that so? Get off on my leg then."

"Baby-" 

"Do it, slut"

Regina climbed on her leg, grumbling and complaining to herself on this 'bull' Janis was putting her though. She looked at Janis, who was leaning back, looking at her intently. 

The blonde started slowly grinding on her leg. 

"This better than earlier? This better than the bitch you fucked?" she tilted her head.

"So much better."

"Address me as mistress alright? or I will punish you."

"okay... mistress"

"Bark."

Regina listened, right away this time. She barked loudly and with no hesitation. Her eyes not meeting Janis's once.

The cycle went on for a while. Feverish humping to Janis's leg, while Regina was subjected to whatever the brunette wanted.

"Close?"

"So close-" Regina's breath spiked as her body started to tremble. "Please mistress-"

"You wanna come?"

"Yeah." 

"What are you to me?" 

"I'm just your bitch, fuck.. yours only.." She moaned, her head rolling back. She grabbed Janis's shoulders as an attempt to hold herself up.

"What am I to you?"

"You're my mistress. Janis, you're the only person for me." She puffed out, her hips getting tired from the rutting.

"Is that right? So you're done with all the other side chicks?" Janis questioned, she was having so much fun. 

"YES! Come on Janis- please just let me come! Please, please.. fuck" Regina cried desperate for release. Her hair stuck to her face as her mouth gaped open.

"Come."

Regina let out a long scream as she coated Janis's leg. Her head slumped onto the brunette's shoulder. Her body twitched momentarily as she just had a 28 yard stare in her eyes.

Janis caught the shaking girl, letting her ride out her high.

"Was that good?"

"So good mistress." she whispered, falling asleep on her girlfriend.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More replies about recent stuff, plus some random twst stuff pluuuus a reply related to a Malleus sketch from our 🔑🔞twt <3 Thank you for your questions.

thestarlightfae asked:

...Do I want to know what Lilia has on his phone?

Somehow I doubt it… But he wouldn’t mind showing!

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichirou just to let you know your literally the reason why I download Tumblr and I'm so so glad I did so🙇🙇

Oh god Anon, I am very sorry for doing this to you LOL Thank you so much!!! <3 I am glad you’re enjoying it!

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

Dragon Malleus has six limbs and is therefore an insect. Discuss

(idk if he has 4 limbs in the dragon body but oh well)

Does…that mean that a centaur would also be an insect? This is kind of troubling… 😟

I think this is something we could discuss for hours until Malleus appears and ends this discussion forever, looking offended af :(

Anonymous asked:

Ace and malleus won't be together because ace has no Rizz  and no skills. he would fumble malleus so hard he would end up with someone else twice over, who im not sure but definitely someone he has to see a lot

(related to a reply about Ace the donkey to Malleus’ dragon)

OUCH, Anon!! You’re roasting Ace more than Malleus would’ve roasted him while literally breathing fire 😭🔥

Give this boy a chance. That being said, we all know the chance is slim….

Anonymous asked:

about the mosquitoes bites ! If you put a burning hot metal spoon on it for a few seconds the heat will kill the itchiness ! Tested and approved every summers you should definitely do it 👍

My favourite part about posting that mosquito comic is people recommending remedies for the bites…!

Thank you, Anon. I’ll keep that in mind.

Anonymous asked:

Would the twst ppl ever go down of ppl of the opposite sex? Or is everyone just gay? Like Floyd on a female riddle or something

-english is not good with me

“Everyone is gay” is our default because we prefer gay ships, but we don’t really headcanon sexualities for characters. If we ever come up with a good story with Floyd and fem!Riddle, nothing would stop us from indulging in it 💪 There are some that are more difficult for me to see with the opposite sex than the others though.

Anonymous asked:

Do the doms give oral? Like will the dom suck the sub's dick at all or nah?

With you would oral sec be strictly a bottom's job?

It is a tendency in my art to only leave it for the bottoms because it is a personal preference. But I don’t think that all of our tops would be strictly against it on the same level.

I wrote some hcs quite a while ago, if you want a detailed answer about someone in particular! Although I think my bias is pretty obvious lol Sorry.

Anonymous asked:

Okay the post of Malleus laying an egg from a while ago on your locked twt has been driving me so up the walls I haven't even been able to find the words??? I was so gagged when I saw it????

Shota Malleus always feels like he's totally convinced he's mature enough to handle Lilia and anything else you throw at him (he isn't) and him dealing with something like that when he's definitely way too young and unprepared and being completely overwhelmed and scared by it is SO GOOD

I can imagine him calling out Lilia's name in such a broken way, half upset because he just went through something really painful and scary and he wants to be comforted by his caretaker, and half because he's so confused and he has no idea what he should do and he needs Lilia's guidance, when Lilia was the one who put him into that mess in the first place... I worry that Lilia is going to take one look at him and their egg and be like "guess it's scrambled eggs for breakfast!" to cover his own mistake before anyone finds out 😭

(And also...... I just think it's a little hot... Malleus pushing out an egg that's too big for his body all alone in his room with nobody to help him regulate his breathing and pushing?? He just has to figure it all out on his own because he can't/won't call for help??? Squeezing that egg out a little at a time and slowly stretching himself open, before it falls back inside him and he has to start all over again, basically fucking himself on it until he finally gets it out... 🥵)

I am SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT, ANON!! <3 I want to say that it was a very self-indulgent sketch, but then again, everything that we post is lol

Poor Malleus absolutely wasn’t ready for anything like that to happen and he definitely wasn’t told that this was something that could happen to a dragon fae… And Lilia was probably surprised too, looking at him like shoot that wasn’t supposed to happen yet, wtf, “dragon eggs are rare” my ass lol Lilia really fucked up his cycles…

I guess they really are going to have scrambled eggs for breakfast…! God we had so many conversations about Lilia and dragon eggs, I really should finish that one comic from ages ago.

(I’m also glad you find this hot as well~ If definitely would’ve been much easier for him if Lilia was around when that was happening, poor thing probably thought he was dying or something. He often feels alone, but when that happened, he felt especially alone and helpless. It’s honestly a miracle he wasn’t mad at Lilia afterwards, but I guess it’s because he was way too shocked for that)

[whispers-of-lilith]

Lilith, who're your top 8 One Piece loves?

Star! Hi & thank you for popping in 🥺 Honestly, I had to think about this for a hot minute bc my brain has been hard focused on JJK lol.

Buckle up, bc this is going to be a long ass ride.

Liliths Top 8 One Piece Loves

Silvers "Dark King" Rayleigh

While I do love young Rayleigh when he was in his "prime", I will always choose older Rayleigh. It's no secret that this man definitely slept around at some point in his life. Not only does he have experience, but he knows exactly how to utilize all the skills he's learned over the years.

Rayleigh has stamina for days [ie. when his ship sank & he casually swam to Amazon Lily], he knows how to please, how to edge, etc. He could fuck me for days, to where I couldn't walk, but he wouldn't even have broken a sweat.

He seems like a fun person to be around & honestly I could see myself spending nights sitting in his lap while he drinks & tells stories of all the crazy shit he's done.

Dracule Mihawk

Ah, the dark, broody man who lives alone on an island. Literally my ideal type, bc dealing with people is hard & I'd rather spend my days on a rainy island in a massive castle.

I've probably said this one too many times, but whenever it rains I always have the urge to get railed by Mihawk next to the fireplace in his library. You just know he has a plush rug in front of it & if you bother him enough while he's reading? Best be prepared because he's going to teach you a lesson & you sure as shit can't finish until he finishes the chapter he's reading.

We could just enjoy the quiet together, I'm okay with spending time with someone even if we're doing our own thing.

Shanks

Shanks is like the golden retriever to my black cat. He doesn't take life too seriously [unless the situation calls for it & fuck if he isn't sexy when he's serious]. He knows how to have fun & would probably have the easiest time relaxing me simply by just cuddling with me.

Another man who clearly sleeps around, but knows exactly what he's got & how to please. I'm easily embarrassed & Shanks loves to embarrass, it's just in his nature.

I will always be a blushing, stuttering mess when it comes to this man's charms & I wouldn't have it any other way.

Benn "Big Dick" Beckman

You can't really have Shanks without Benn, or Benn without Shanks for that matter. Where Shanks throws caution to the wind, Benn is there to keep his ass in line.

He's gruff, stoic at times, doesn't seem to talk much, but will go feral when it comes to protecting something or someone he loves. Also, if you couldn't tell by the title I gave him, I just know this man is HUGE.

I'd melt if he called me "princess", "kitten", "pet" or anything along those lines and it's always a bonus when he follows it with a smirk. I'm down for a good railing sesh whenever he gets frustrated with Shanks [which is often].

[I just need to be eifle towered by Shanks & Benn, it'd probably solve 90% of my problems]

Charlotte Katakuri

Clearly I like the quiet / strong type if this list is any indication. Let's get the obvious out of the way first, Katakuri can & will split me in half with that dick & if that's how I go– then so be it.

I love a man with tattoos & have you seen his body?? Absolute perfection. Don't mess with the people he loves unless you have a death wish, he can & will obliterate you on sight if you do.

When he's not going feral in battle, his quiet & calculating personality is precious. He seems like the type to be easily flustered & I'd love to push him a bit so I could see his little blush. Idk he's just precious & adorable & needs to be protected at all costs.

[Ps. Would climb him like a koala]

Trafalgar Law

I loved him before I even met him in the anime. Fell for the scrungly, tired, lanky man seated on a box in Saboady. I even went as far as to cosplay a fem!Law for one of my first cons.

Again, another broody, quiet, tired man to add to my list. We're literally one in the same, we hyperfixate on things & neither of us sleep. So I know he'll always be awake at 3am to listen to me ramble about all the stupid facts I know.

Also, tbh, the tattoos do something for me. I mean, watching as his death tattoos disappear inside with each stroke? Fuck. Jsjdjajsbbxjsj. He is another one that flusters easy, but if you push him too far he 100% lets his dom side out.

Sir Crocodile

Sir Crocodile, hng. Money laundering? My man would never [yes he would & we live well bc of it, so no I'm not snitching]. I could sit in his lap like a perfect little kitten, whether he's sitting in on meetings or just enjoying a cigar, just lemme me on the big mans lap.

Lo said it best earlier, the rings. THE RINGS AND MAKING YOU CLEAN THEM JAHDUSJHAJAI. To be dominated by him would be a dream, he's so smug & cocky & ugh.

I would be his little princess, my self respect would go out the window. He 100% showers you with gifts just bc he can & he loves when you wear things he's bought you.

King [Alber]

Oh, what do you know, another quiet, strong, stoic man... see a theme here? Another man who would split me in half & I'd say thank you for doing so.

Just. His hair. His wings. His face tattoo. Everything about him was perfectly sculpted from the heavens & simply looking at him makes my day better.

On days when it's cold he could wrap us both in his wings & I'd fucking melt into a puddle. He's the type of man to be cold towards others, except for the person he loves & I'm all here for it.

[isthewispvideocute]

note: everything in this post is just my personal headcanons. it is also not serious

WISP CARE FAQ!

Q: Where should I keep my wisp?

A: first of all DONT! wisps are creatures of the Wind and hate being kept in enclosures. instead you should let your wisp make a Nest in your home and return to it when they feel like it. otherwise they may enter what we in the business call Big Anger

Q: How to know if my wisp is Angry?

A: the first sign of Anger is a sharp whistle coming from the wisp. this behaviour is called Screaming and is a common sign of distress. other wisps will be attracted by the Scream and will make your life living nightmare.

the second sign of Anger is your house becoming a mess. this means your wisp may be Revolting by making tornados when you're not around. if your wisp reaches this stage you have to immediately stop whatever you're doing Or Else

the third sign of Anger is what we call Or Else, where the wisp will rally more wisps against you and Flatten Your House With A Hurricane. if your wisp reaches this stage you should just give up

Q: How do I deal with my wisp's Anger?

A: stop upsetting them. hope this helps

Q: Do wisps need food to survive?

A: contrary to popular belief wisps don't need to consume food! they get all the nutrients they need from the ley lines. that said, they enjoy certain fruits and flowers, and some foods rich in elemental energy can make them stronger. for more information, check out our Top 10 Foods For Wisps

Q: How can my wisp grow stronger?

A: they can grow stronger from elemental energy or from people's prayers! it is rumored that the anemo god used to be a wind wisp but the guy who told me that was very very drunk so idk

Q: HELP! My wisp started talking out of nowhere!

A: don't worry this is normal. it means your wisp has grown strong enough to be capable of speech. they will get the handle of it eventually.

Q: Do wisps hibernate?

A: yes, but not in the traditional sense. when they go through a stressful experience they may go to sleep for long amounts of time, but don't worry, this is healthy behaviour from them. another reason may be that they are processing a strong increase in elemental power, and will wake up once their body has fully adapted.

Q: A wisp has been following me & I am afraid it wants to kill me.

A: do not fret, wisps are peaceful creatures and will not attack unless provoked. wisps are commonly attracted to music, which is why they are often seen dancing with bards. alternatively, you may smell of and/or be carrying flowers that the wisp wants to eat.

[pocket-watcher]

Okay, y’all asked for it. Here is a very BAD Hypno scene I wrote some point between ages 13-15. I lightly edited this so that it’s not AS confusing but it’s still pretty confusing ngl 😘

(Brief context, this is from a story about a magical school built on top of a mine where crystals within it give you magical powers and no idk what the fuck I was on about either)

Al moved between Jake and I.

“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.” I hated that nickname. “You are so oblivious, aren’t you? The reason Jake doesn’t like me is obviously because you prefer me over him.” Al chuckled, putting his arm around me.

I froze for a second to register that ridiculous statement.

“What?!”

“Hey!” Jake said defensively. He shoved Al’s shoulder lightly, but before he could Al grabbed his hand.

“I don’t think you quite know what you’re messing with.” He smirked, turning back to me before throwing Jake’s arm back to his side.

I pushed Al off me.

“Nick- come on. You don’t honestly think he’s worth it now do you he said, putting his hands on my shoulders, peeking around from behind me. “We all know you’re the most powerful here. And with that crystal and that brain of yours do you really need petty friends dragging you down.”

He emphasised the word friends and I saw Jake’s teeth clench.

“Why not trade these guys for a handsome prince who is actually brave enough to make a move?”

I turned my head to him.

“That’s enough, Al.” Jake said, pulling me out of the way.

“No, I think she’d prefer to be with someone a little better, don’t you think?” Also pushed, sizing up to him.

“Stop! Who the hell gets to decide what I want. What if I want neither of you! Sometimes you can be both as bad as each other.”

“Wow, Jay, looks like you like them feisty. But I’m pretty sure she’d give you up in a heartbeat.”

“You do not get to decide what I choose! I am my own person!”

“Oh!” He smirked down at me. “I think I can change that…”

Suddenly his hand rose and tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. They flashed gold and…

I feel… a bit….. woozy…

I felt my body drop to the floor. I heard yelling and someone checking my pulse.

“What did you do to her?!” An echoing voice whispered. Or maybe it was yelling? Everything’s so distant… so detached from me…

“Ever heard of the tale of the Princess Amelia? One day Camelious’ army attacked her home, kidnapping her and eventually killing her. So sad…”

I fought against sleep. My emotions jumbled.

“But what if they didn’t kill her?” Al questioned, an excitable tone in his voice. “What if they used a very special type of crystal… a golden on, to entice her into aiding in one final escape from the palace?”

My eyes are so heavy… footsteps flood my ears. Light slowly moving away from me.

“What if he found a very special girl with a very special gift? And used her to mend his own crystal? Well, let’s find out shall we…”

Al made his way over to me and stood me up. I slowly opened my eyes.

It was him. My beloved. My Al. He blessed me with his embrace before looking back to an ally of ours. An ex ally.

“Nicole?” Jake questioned. I looked at him and chuckled.

“Darling, we best be on our way. Just one more thing…”

“Anything.” I said and I meant it. I would do anything for him.

He looked at Jake, who was eyeing us suspiciously. Al brought me closer and pecked me on my lips lightly and slowly, before turning to Jake and winking.

“I’ll kill you.” Jake said, pushing closer. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

“I just persuaded her. It was easy really. I mean, she is the only one without the Gods’ protection. Gods cannot interfere with those of equal power or position. Interesting. I thought it was a ridiculous idea although now I’m quite fond of it.”

I looked at Jake, noticing him reaching for his crystal. I shifted my hand and made the crystal crash out of his pocket, sliding across the floor.

“Oh don’t try anything. I mean, this is a God you’re dealing with.” Al spoke harshly. “Darling I must go. You will kill the boy and then be released from your trance. Don’t worry, I’ll come collect you when you are of use.” He said with a wink.

And with that he left the room.

“Nicky, please! It’s me!” Jake cried. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t have to.” I forced out. N-no! I must follow orders. What am I doing?

Jake backed away, fear in his eyes.

No! I can’t do this.

“Nicole? Come back to me.”

I raised my dagger. I mouthed that I was sorry.

He grabbed his crystal and smashed it against my head, magic electrifying through my body.

I collapsed to the ground once more in excruciating pain. The gold left my eyes.

“Jake..?” Was all I could manage before I drifted into unconsciousness.

[jihyocentric]

idk if anyone has requested for the summary of dormmate!nayeon yet, but I would like to! It’s been a while since we have got an update about them🥺

thanks in advance and have a great day, lumi!

made this a filler drabble to give context to the next request for this au!

-

getting to know yeri shifted something between them. jihyo slowly realizes that nayeon has been sweeter with her, trying to redeem herself, knowing she was the reason why jihyo had to deal with that.

if only nayeon had resisted the urge to have jihyo, they wouldn’t be stuck in that situation. jihyo could’ve found someone nice. someone who would take care of her, always put her first and wouldn’t make her pretend she doesn’t know them when they’re not in between four walls.

this time, when the guilt begins to consume her, nayeon doesn’t drink. after the last time she drowned her sorrows in alcohol and everything went downhill, nayeon promised she wouldn’t do that again, resorting to less harmful things.

that included spending quality time with jihyo, and sometimes helping sana and momo out. there was an extracurricular project of which the two were volunteers, and while sana and momo were there for the money, nayeon wanted time for herself, keeping her mind busy while teaching kids the basics of basketball.

that way, she didn’t have to think about the mess that her life had become. the moments where she was alone at the dorm, waiting for jihyo to arrive, were the worst hours of her days. as long as she was away, either helping out on the project or taking classes at college, her problems would vanish.

even if temporarily, she could finally breathe.

“since we’re letting you participate, you should give us the money,” sana says when they’re leaving college. momo agrees with her. “you don’t need it! besides, if it wasn't for us you would never know about the project, and…”

“you can have it.” nayeon sighs, already sick of having the two around. they had become closer with time, and they certainly knew how to keep nayeon from thinking about her problems, but they talked too much. “can you just keep quiet?”

“that easy?!” sana blinks, confused, hugging nayeon’s shoulder with a smile on her face. “look at you, im. you’re such a good friend now.”

nayeon scoffs, offering her a halfhearted smile. momo was clueless to the whole nayeon and jihyo subject, and none of them were planning to tell her. nayeon still hates the fact that momo tries to reach jihyo, the jealousy stopping nayeon from accepting momo as a friend. sana finds it entertaining for the most part, an amused viewer.

when she gets home, nayeon feels a scent that calls for her, fresh and sugary, filling the entire dorm. jihyo leaves the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her, and nayeon knows she will rightfully complain about what she plans to do, but she can’t help but engulf her in a hug, her front meeting jihyo’s back, her sweaty arms involving her.

“you’re late,” jihyo sighs, her hair being pulled aside, soft lips kissing her neck, a familiar gesture that made her stomach burn, anticipating everything that came next. “and sweaty.”

“i took the girls home today,” nayeon pushes jihyo’s body gently, making her walk. while she wouldn’t mind to fuck her in the hallway, right there and then, her legs ached after spending the day running on a court. “and now i’m taking you.”

jihyo’s back hits the mattress as soon as nayeon manages to undo her towel, and then she’s trapped in one of those moments where she thinks she should be saying no. meeting yeri made things become more real, the guilt close to palpable, but it feels so good, even when it’s bad.

nayeon’s kisses carried uncertainties that even the roughest touch couldn’t make jihyo understand what nayeon wanted behind the obvious lust. kisses shouldn’t feel that way — empty and hungry at the same time, and nayeon shouldn’t be silently telling jihyo she is hers when she couldn’t live up to the promise.

“about our date…” nayeon inches away, taking off her muscle tee and dropping it to the floor. “there’s a festival happening out of town this weekend, i thought i could take you there.”

jihyo takes a while to process what nayeon had told her, eyes locked on her tummy. the top part of her boxers was showing, nayeon entirely too lazy to fix it. the shirt had been covering it anyway.

“you’re taking me out of town so nobody can see us?” jihyo asks, bringing her hand to the belt around nayeon’s waist, unbuckling it easily.

“what a smart girl,” nayeon mashes her lips together, only letting out a small laugh. “there’s nothing interesting for us to do here. at least not this weekend… just thought you would like to do something different.”

it was true.

not entirely true, but it was still true. nayeon was taking her out of town because it was dangerous to walk around with jihyo when nobody knew she shared her dorm with her, but she wasn’t lying when she said there was nothing interesting to do around the town.

“too sweet, unnie.” jihyo sighs, pulling nayeon’s pants down to her thighs along with the boxers. she moans softly when nayeon’s cock springs out, hard from the moment she saw jihyo. “planning to take me to bed afterwards?”

nayeon shrugs, letting jihyo guide her inside, supporting herself on her arms as she leans into her neck, nibbling the smooth skin just slightly. jihyo was already covered in marks, and those needed time to heal without nayeon trying to give her more of them.

“obviously.” nayeon tells her, amused. “but i want us to have fun, too. just you and i,” she pulls away just barely, nose brushing against jihyo’s. “my pretty girl.”

wasting no time, nayeon starts to thrust. she had always been fond of giving jihyo a little praising, knowing what it did to her, combining them with searing thrusts that would make jihyo cry out beautifully.

nayeon keeps a hand on jihyo’s cheek tenderly, another holding her thigh, groaning at how jihyo claws at her ass under the pants, subtly asking nayeon to put it all in and go impossibly deep, her way of making nayeon hers, an arbitrary sense of accomplishment growing in her chest.

the same passion that put them in their current situation comes back stronger when they’re together like that — losing themselves together, bodies pressed against one another, fulfilling a need that would never be truly sated, drowning into each other’s mouths even when they could barely breathe, forgetting about the world outside.

despite everything, there's nothing to regret when it feels that good.

[my-castles-crumbling]

my brother is going to college and he’s thinking of rooming with one of his friends who’s trans, so does that mean that his friend was afab? I don’t want to ask bc he only just told me, and our parents are kinda conservative so we’re used to keeping stuff like this quiet. He also said “so I might try rooming with them” so idk if they’re on the trans/nonbinary spectrum or he just said them because we’re always vague when talking about our friends. I never understood if being a trans man meant you were afab and transitioned, or if it was the other way around. I haven’t met any trans people irl, so idk. Just wondering in case I run into this friend, so I can be properly respectful, you know?

Hi!

It's so wonderful that you want to learn to be properly respectful.

'Trans' means that the person has transitioned from their assigned gender at birth. So, they could be ftm (female to male) mtf (male to female) or some other combination (for example a lot of people consider nonbinary people trans. or... they could be intersex and have transitioned somehow. or....something else!). To answer your other question about definitions, transman usually means they were afab and now identify as a boy. Transwoman usually means they were amab and now identify as a girl.

But here's the thing (and I mean this in the nicest way, I love that you want to learn), you do not need to know what this person's assigned gender at birth was. Again, respectfully, it's not your business, and that knowledge isn't necessary.

In order to be respectful, you only need to know their pronouns and their name. If you have the chance, it would be awesome to ask your brother this beforehand - "hey, what are your roommate's pronouns and name?" The reason this is so important is it can be distressing to be misgendered (called by a different pronoun than you prefer.) Of course, people make mistakes, but being aware of this person's pronouns and intentionally using them is an easy and obvious way of being respectful. If you DO mess up, don't make a big deal- just change it. Like: "Oh, is this her- sorry, his- book?"

Trust me, trans people just want to live their life just like anyone else, and the best way you can be respectful of them is to allow them to identify as their authentic selves. By using this person's pronouns, you're doing all you need to do. The only other thing I would remind you of is that sometimes people ask trans people questions that are a bit invasive- things about body parts or how they are intimate. If you wouldn't ask a cis person the same question, don't ask it of a trans person, you know?

I hope that helps, and again, I love that you want to make sure to be respectful. Great job working to educate yourself.<3

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: stellar anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

[aladaylessecondblog]

i messed around and got addicted (gortash x good tav pt. 13)

Author's Note: Was going through comments in my inbox and saw one where somebody asked for a Gortash POV so uh...here you go.

idk let's pretend it's a journal entry. Kind of jumps around a bit in the timeline so far.

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It was supposed to be much easier than this. Gauge her interests, see where her lines were, mold the puddle of weeping and wailing into something that I could use. And it was easy enough at first. It worked.

Tav did exactly what I thought she'd do. She took the offer, yielded to every request I made of her. Even better, she liked to submit, and at first I thought it was because she longed for some direction after the shock she'd gotten thanks to that mad dog Orin.

It was easy.

Those "friends" of hers made it SO EASY. A few shorter letters--whatever Tav might have suspected at the time, I held none back from her--and that was it. That do-gooder Ravengard boy did more than I thought, but he's always been that sort of person. Looking after people.

After that meeting later on, Karlach sent an angry letter demanding to know what I'd done to her, what spell I'd put Tav under to make her so compliant with what I wanted. I replied more politely than she frankly deserved.

I said it was not what I did, but what she and the rest of Tav's former friends didn't do. They left the door open; I simply walked on through.

Falling in love with Tav was never going to happen, and a good thing too, for Bane does not care for such things. It is weakness and nothing good can come from it.

I told myself that enjoying the weekly, expected visit to her bedroom (or mine) was merely because she was a good lover. (That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It tends to make me feel like I'm having a bloody stroke when she's at work with it.)

I told myself that enjoying her submission to my will was only natural.

My plan went perfectly. And when she fell pregnant--even better! I meant what I said when I told her about my lifespan. I make no plans to live forever, as that would require my being beholden to an outside entity.

I did that once, and not of my own will.

Never again.

Never again.

Bane--is different, and I believe Tav understands this, considering her devotion to Ilmater. A deal in which both benefit is different than having one's soul at the disposal of a monster. I don't particularly consider her association with Silvanus one way or the other. That one's more distant. Doesn't really count, as he neither gets in my way nor serves me.

I think I know when things began to shift. The first morning that I really noticed the way her body was filling out, when her pregnancy was particularly obvious to me.

And...perhaps the sight of her was arousing. A little voice sounded off in the back of my head. You did that, it said, Look at her, swelling with life because of YOU.

That meeting with Karlach, that day...Tav fell right into my hands.

I heard word that she'd said some inflammatory things in the Elfsong. It sparked rumors that I managed to quash - my poor wife was obviously feverish and overworked. It worked.

I just had to deal with Tav herself. The woman was putty in my hands, and all it took was a few tender words to get her talking. About Cazador, about the plans the vampire lord had. And then--

--then she mentioned--him.

That he was dead.

And I might, perhaps, have celebrated the fact a little too enthusiastically. But Tav begged and moaned like the best whore I've ever heard, and not even knowing at that point what this was about--

It kept getting worse.

Cazador began to follow her about at gatherings he was invited to. She mentioned not being fond of swift death and...I, finding that rather charming, mused that she was vengeful. She replied that she was only such to those who deserved it, and I naturally replied that WE decided who deserved it.

It was beautiful, watching her eyes light up, her expression change. As if I'd opened a door to a new idea she'd never considered.

But, of course, with things going so well...

...Cald was born. Cald was born, and...

I'm not going to go on overmuch about it. But staring at that defenseless face made me wonder why. What was wrong with me?

And I didn't believe her when she gave the answer she did. We yelled. Some...regrettable things were said, and I still can't understand when such things BECAME regrettable.

We figured it out, eventually, and all was as it should be. And seeing her hold the boy--OUR boy, OUR son--seemed to change something within me. She loved him, watched him like a hawk. Saw danger at every turn and worked to guard against it.

Tav was just what a mother SHOULD be.

We learned each other's stories...

Hearing Tav praise certain skills was one thing.

But no matter how much control I asked her for, she gave it. She yielded to every command, submitted to every demand.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I wondered what the name was for my malady. What WAS this?

I realized it the day Tav encouraged me to speak to Cald, even if he didn't understand me. I felt utterly stupid, explaining the intricacies of their inner workings to a baby. I chanced a look at her, saw her smiling down at Cald. She happened to look up at me, and gave me that smile too.

I love my wife.

FUCK!

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

So the first thing you gotta know is

We didnt like this woman, i wouldnt say hate but there was no lost love between my graduating year and the principal

Firstly she was a late replacement because our old principal had died (RIP Sammy) and they grabbed the first person they thought would be suitable (news flash...she was not)

She had spent probably most of her teaching career around kids in their single digits and had little to no experience dealing with teenagers and especially highschoolers. Why these people thought to put her in charge of a highschool idk.

Almost as sooooonnn as she started being in charge of the school she had alienated herself against the entire student population and about half of the teaching staff (according to one of my old teachers who i still talk to, shes not only tanked the status of the school but is now also universally hated by all the senor staff)

But anyways back to the main plot, one of the reasons we disliked her is because of how she handled the previous years graduation, no prom fundraisers no special events no nothing so they had a barebones graduation season

The other thing is that she treated the entire student body as if we were incompetent, since she was used to having control over children she didnt know how to deal with young adults so she just going as usual....as you can imagine we didnt like any of that

Being talked down to, not letting us do any of the activities we were due as seniors and basically running the school like a low grade military

One of the most insane things she did was in regards to our clubs. Since i went to an all girls school we obv didnt have any boys attending. Because of that they had to find other ways to socialise us so we had interschool clubs with our brother school. Every friday we'd trade off the location of where the meetings were held. The general consensus for many years was "the boys are welcome to come in on friday and come and go as they please after school because we trust everyone to act civilized" and that system worked for all of those years with no issues

Within 2 WEEKS of her being there she decided this cannot stand and had every single boy who came into the school signing their name, sign in and sign out times and hovered like a vampire bat over our proceedings. And if they left the school, they wouldnt be allowed back in till next week. Again, as you can imagine not a single one of us were pleased.

Add to that all the little annoyances....yeah

But i digress

We didnt have fights often at my school but the ones we did have were Intense, usually ending in hospital visits or anger management appointments. The consensus was dont try to break up the fights, it will end badly. She was told this multiple times. Keep that in mind

That 2 girls who ended up fighting that day had been put in anger management Multiple times because they were fighty mfs. I dont remember why they were fighting that day, could have been literally anything. But they were going at it and as my school tends to do, we were all watching. About 2 minutes into the fight the teacher i still talk to tried to talk them down from the sidelines, she got a punch to the face, sent a punch back and then went downstairs because that wasnt her business.

Our esteemed principal came out of the office like a bat out of hell and ran up the stairs through the mess of students to break up the fight. What ended up happening is that she took several blows to pretty much everywhere while screaming at the girls to stop.

While that fuckery was happening our maths teacher, who is a 6'4 brick shithouse of a man, came out of the office, took one look at the second floor, threw his trash into the bin and went right back into the office. (Because as i said no one liked her much and she was very much warned)

After about 30 more seconds of screaming idk what happened, they probably got fed up with her, and from about 100 meters away we saw her go up and over the railing and flatten the students who were trying to come up the stairs

You would think that would be enough to end the fight (and her willpower) but nope. The fight continued and she put herself right back into it. About that time i decided to go do something else because i didnt want to be a witness. By thr time i came back everyone had gone about they business, the girls were probably getting their parents and the police called on them etc etc

As far as i know principal was fine, the girls got suspended and also more anger management and i believe she sent them to get cadet training (i heard she tried to have them expelled but idk how true that was)

There was one other incident that happened with her later that year but i dont remember the full thing.

(My god this turned into a saga sorryyyyy but yh thats the story XD)

HUH.