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[silvrmists]

tag drop !

[mielmoto]

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19 / 25! That's, like, 76%! which is (just) more than ¾! Very solid. A splendid looking pie chart. sure, the gaps ran you just short of a couple of bingos, but when you're a gorgeous, radiant, vaguely-terrifying BTGGF, does it really matter?

( no. no it doesn't. )

[cacaocheri]

they do sappy shit like this all the time

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[orphicsun]

oh chey… oh for ur ask game… 88 with sevika… im onto something i swear

LOVE POTIONS

pairing: guitarist!sevika + stripper!reader

warnings: 18+ content, semi-public sex, fingering (r!receiving), strap-on sex (r!receiving), community strap sevika and clingy reader.

You're nothing special to Sevika.

That is what she says, at least. It's what the tells herself constantly, reassuring herself that she feels nothing for you. It's only been spoken once in verbal form, yet the physicality of it hangs above your head, threatening to nail you more than she'd like to.

The late night spent underneath her in more ways than one, tongue deep inside of you in a spoiled-rotten action of intimacy, or the tips of her considerably short fingernails pressing into the back of your spongy walls she has grown strangely familiar with.

Sevika feels like a cave diver when she is deep inside of a beautiful woman, her body moving through each curve and tight passage inside of her, only cave diving may be the safer option. Women stick to Sevika annoyingly so, expecting dinner and kisses and commitment after what was supposed to be a hook-up. And you?

The most annoying of all.

She had promised herself not to get involved with any of the dancing ladies who make a living at the club she plays at, but you looked promising in what she hoped to be deceivingly pale pink, a woman who'd be okay with a good, casual fuck. She was quite desperate after the last had grown tired of her, sloppily getting dressed after Sevika rejected another relationship suggestion.

She didn't need a girlfriend. Money, a less shitty microphone stand for her band mate, and a couple cuban cigars? Those are things she needed.

She courted you, and she admits that she was dumb for not realizing it; you were ironically a soft, sweet woman with no experience in the world of Sevika. Ironic, because you gave lap dances for money. Besides that, no real experience in fucking and carefully untangling yourself from the bed at six in the morning, hangover raging, no experience in the 'left-on-delivered' method, and surely no experience on completely ghosting when the feelings start to threaten their way into your brittle heart.

Sevika shouldn't be proud to know of those experiences, but she didn't have the time to care.

By the time she had fucked you, it was too late. You were all over her like a high school sweetheart, laughing at her low-effort jokes, kissing her on the cheek when she was on top of you with a few fingers inside of your pussy instead of the typical sloppy tongue kiss the women she slept with usually gave her, and as Sevika can imagine, printing out photos of her to hang up on your 'for the future' corkboard.

But worst of all, and to her horror, you'd watch her strum at her guitar during shows with hearts in your eyes. You were smitten. She had to ditch you fast, as much as she hated it.

The ghosting was inevitable to her and devastating to you, the cliff cut-off one you could not see. You really did believe she could ever need more from you than sex. You didn't feel soft or sweet like you had wanted to be perceived when she first laid eyes on you. You felt livid.

And so, you finally offered a dance to the friend Sevika had told you not to offer one, one of her closest friend. She'd warned you just subtly, but the reason was obvious—she didn't want you fucking her friends.

So imagine her surprise when she's deep in a Bon Jovi song and catches sight of your thighs straddling Vi's body in the back of the club. Imagine her fury when you whisper something in her ear, tracing your tongue up the soft cartilage only for your lips to be partially hidden behind tufts of red hair.

But then, imagine her arousal when the realization hits her. When you look behind you just to make sure she has acknowledged your petty revenge show. Right there on stage, wetness pools in her boxers, bringing fire to her cheeks. Nobody knows, but she feels as exposed as if she were naked. It's not helping that she came strapped, conveniently hoping to find some easy girl in the crowd after the show and sloppily fuck her against her apartment wall.

Now, her mind is set to something else.

Vi isn't the worst. She doesn't hold you tight to her like Sevika did, but smiles at you like she isn't afraid to be close to you. Like she could say that she loves you if she really wants to. Her cheeks are adorably red, almost as red as her hair. You don't truly want her, but it's still nice.

Just nice.

It's abruptly not nice, however, when you're hauled off of her lap in a matter of seconds, spun around to face a livid Sevika. She doesn't say anything for a moment, looking over your body with a gaze that could slice through any thoughts you previously had in your brain. She makes you light-headed just with the way she looks you over, and you already know what she is about to say.

She lets go of her hold on you. "Dressing room, now."

The interior is hushed and dim in its own reserves, the only light the bulb-arched mirror with annoyingly warm light seeping from the glass. You can already feel the moans queue up in your throat, waiting for the physical encouragement to leave.

"You thought you could fuck on my friend, huh?" Sevika grits out, pulling your body back against hers. She feels like love, and it scares you. This is supposed to be punishment, the punishment you begged her for from across the room.

"Vi doesn't want you, though," she says. "Vi doesn't wanna fuck you like I do, put up with your clinginess, tuck you in bed before I leave and have you drooling all over my fingers the next day."

You just moan at that, your words in the distance with no sign of rest. Your moans, they wish to pour out from you as she fucks your feelings for her back into your head. There is no room for words.

Sevika reluctantly knows you. She guides your body down onto the couch, laying you out all pretty and perfect, eyes avoiding the edges of the white lace on your outfit that ride up your body naturally. She craves something different.

Looming over the couch, she makes a point to look directly into your eyes. "Tell me you want it, or I'll leave right here and now." You're silent, but you feel your mind clearing up. "I'll go find some other girl, and you can rest in here."

"Please."

"None of that," she chides. "Say it completely."

"I want it," you foolishly reach for her, your legs parting to make room for the large woman. A snort leaves her throat, but she quickly settles onto you, groping and squeezing as she knows you like.

One set of fingers lace nicely with yours, the other venturing down your frilly waistband, impatient as ever. This time however, her kisses are like hushed coos of comfort rather than sloppy and stinging with her teeth, like tiny 'miss-you's in her own love language. You can tell she misses you.

You really start to whine for it when a lone finger circles your entrance, another pressing upon your clit.

"Is this what you needed, baby?" She coos at you, her raw voice contradictory to her sincere words. "Just needed your pussy full. Always do."

She slips deep into you, the pain of taking her after time apart noticeable, making you wince slightly. She adjusts well to your reactions, stopping just to stretch you and allow you to accommodate when you clearly need it, pressing her lips into your neck to further your dripping ache.

When she finds herself knuckle-deep in your pussy, another finger stretches you out, flexing and bending within your walls to stretch you further.

You whimper, the feeling of being opened up like this almost overwhelming after so long. "What are you doing..?"

"Getting you ready for something bigger, since you wanted to grind all over someone else tonight," the tells you, but there is no malice in her tone. She knows that you're hers now, and she has you wrapped around her fingers, tightening and milking her desperately.

But you're eager for it, perking up at the mention of more. "Please, 'Vika. I can take it. Where is it?"

A laugh tears from her throat, and she slowly, reluctantly pulls her fingers from you to unzip her pants. You begin wiggling out of your bottoms when you see the dark purple silicone, the girth thicker than you've ever taken. You're already gagging for it, much to Sevika' s fortunate surprise.

You spread wide, your moan a blissful, feminine sound that will become imprinted into Sevika for years to come. You're wanton as she notches the hefty, flared tip against your entrance, squeezing her sides in encouragement.

Without much introduction to the new toy, she pushes past your lips and into your hole, immediately giving you the chance to adjust when you cry out at the sudden burning feeling.

"Come here." She pulls you into a deep kiss, opening your lips up for her with her tongue and intimately caressing yours. It feels strange to kiss her like this, to have her kiss you as if it's a honeymoon or love-making, not in the short, filthy usual way she has you still moaning to.

You don't even realize when she is completely bottomed out, too distracted with the kiss and used to the ache as it fades into something dull and bearable, and then into pleasure when she sets a steady pace of dragging the suffocated tip along the most sensitive spots inside of you.

You softly moan into the kiss when her hands bring your legs to her hips, and you instinctively wrap them around her, earning a pleasured, muffled grunt from her.

"Feels good?" She asks against your lips after a temporary pause from the kiss, both lips shiny with a sheen of saliva, voice strained.

You quickly nod. "Feels so good, I need more. Please, more.."

And so she picks up the pace, her hips pulling back despite your attempt to prevent them from going too far, only to slam the silicone back into your pussy harsh enough to make you cry out in pleasure. You don't realize how punishing her pace is until you're writhing underneath her, only able to lay down and take every minute of unbearably intense pleasure.

"Vi can't fuck you like this, baby. Only me. Say this pussy is mine. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours, my pussy's yours, I love you—"

And it all comes crashing down, the pleasure wiped clean off of her face and her hips faltering in their movements.

This is it. This is the moment she really cuts you off, the moment she'll rise from you, hastily clothe herself, and never look at you again. You can already imagine it, the mental picture of avoiding each other in the same room for who knows how long, until she finds another club to play at and you'll never see her again making you sick, replacing the sensation of being so full with nausea. You can hardly brace yourself for the words.

They don't come, though.

Sevika's weight presses you further into the couch, her face against your neck. She kisses the sensitive skin there, but you don't moan. You love it, but you're silent.

You only gasp when she whispers it back into your ear, hardly audible, but enough. She whispers it twice, low and sincere, and she begins to thrust deep inside you, only more careful and in pursuit of your pleasure rather than out of jealousy.

You wrap your arms around her, hands on her sweat-damp back as she moves. It's strangely quiet, but you don't need her to speak. She says it all with the way she looks down at you.

I'm going to take care of you.

When you're shaking and crying underneath her, she helps you ride it out, squeezing your tits and giving you slow, deep grinds until you're safe in her arms, all tuckered out and unaware of the amount of people who had heard you from outside the dressing room. The walls are mostly soundproof, or Sevika hopes they are, at least.

But Sevika only holds you now, keeping you protected underneath her until morning, not leaving for the first time in forever.

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[yourlocalangeldoll]

I beg you and implore you to make more Twitter p links for Min-su PLLLEEEQAASEEEE 😭

Min su twitter/x p links

a/n: ofcc i gotchu bby, act like i know what the people in the non-english videos are saying 🎀 i hope this will satisfy your needs anon 💞💞

I already used this one but it’s literally SO min su like i can’t help it </33

Edging Min su and teasing him to be quiet while Nam gyu/and or Thanos is just a couple feet away scrolling away on his phone unknowingly (Rv!au, mightt make a drabble on this)

You love being all teasy with him, he cums so easily you don’t even have to try 💞

You were unimpressed with his behaviour, so what better way to deal with it then forcing him to stand up while giving him a lazy handjob while ‘interrogating’ him

Overstimulating him

The title with you, Min su and Nam Gyu since you got tired of their(Nam Gyus) bullshit

Sucking your tits to silence his moans while you give him a handjob

Giving him a blowjob with his boxers still on so that they get all sticky after 💞

He was annoying all day so you fucked him with your thighs instead of your cunt

Riding his face while he was all chained up

The videos you take of him

Underneath that innocent face is a man who LOVES and is eager to eat his owner out

[felassan]

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[temeyes]

with a comically large 'stache, comes with a comically smol size

[kithtaehyung]

professor hoseok…….. dance director hoseok………..

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[mielmoto]

What's this? A bingo card? There's a long hum from the frill-wrapped scientist. He hums, collecting a pen from the desk and filling it out casually. He likes bingo, and he likes games on occasion. Is this a personality assessment? Whatever it is, he completes it.

Oh? a praise kink? from the man whose ego being fluffed was an explicit cause in her initial hiring agreement? who'd have guessed. Now, if we're being completely honest, she'd knock him on the "bodyguard" square— something chivalrous and noble, certainly, but not the 'man of few words; ready to throw life and limb into jeopardy to defend their charge [her]'...

...particularly not when the ventures he leads her on often INTRODUCE the prospect of bodily harm.

But, splitting of the finest hairs aside: an excellent display, boss. applause, adulations, confetti confetti sparkle. 🎉🎉✨

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

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Will the hearts of these two girls finally collide, or are they doomed to forever be worlds apart? Click the link above to play and find out ^_^

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[orphicsun]

78 and 79 with sevika PLEASE.

warnings: 18+ content, spanking, thigh-riding, brothel worker reader, names used (whore, good girl)

"Do you like when I spank you?"

Yeah, you absolutely did. Sevika didn't need to ask. You hardly knew the woman, and you were already letting her witness the sight of your hole clenching around nothing as she landed harsh spanks on your ass, reveling in the way the skin jiggles upon impact.

This is supposed to be your job—doing sexual favors for a living in the back of a busy brothel. It's meaningless when you're on your knees for any man or woman. Hell, it's meaningless for anyone.

It's sad to say, but you don't exactly drool over the the idea of any of your clients fucking you. You're used to the type of sex that uses your body, taking from you without any needed pleasure. People don't care about if you cum because you get paid. They treat you differently than their spouses. They even treat you differently than the girls they pick up in cheap bars.

But Sevika is something, an almost comedic exception to the rules of being a prostitute. She spends the first half of your time together, the first half she had paid for warming you up for it. She always knows exactly how to make you want her, too. The wet heat of her tongue slathered all over your pussy until your wet enough for three fingers was what you were given last week. This time, it's something you weren't expecting.

But when she had suggested it, you weren't dull at the thought of her palm on your ass. So here you are, taking it like you're made for her pain.

Another, and then she soothes you, her fingers spreading over the reddened skin. Isn't she sweet?

"C'mon, whore.."

That name. It should be offensive to someone whose job is sex work, but from her lips, it's stated as if it's a compliment. Like you're not just any whore, but the best. Her whore.

You're snapped out of your tainted thoughts when her palm meets your ass again, making you cry out.

"Stupid little whore I've got," she scolds you, scoffing when she looks down to see more arousal seep out of your neglected hole, dripping down your pussy and past your clit. Laid out on your stomach over her lap is the most comfortable position to receive this extreme treatment, but it's a heavenly torture; every time your pussy gets wetter, you have to feel the sensation right on your clit, the smallest bit of sensation you can get from her actions.

"I'm sorry.. please play with me, please." You beg to be touched, to be fucked right here across her lap.

Sevika has different plans for a whore as desperate as you, though.

She gently hauls you up, situating you on her right thigh. Your bare pussy aches and it takes everything in you not to just start riding her thigh. You want to move and use her, but you don't. She hasn't told you to yet. Afterall, she is the one who paid for this.

Two hands embrace your waist, squeezing you. She holds you affectionately despite the situation, pulling you closer. It only makes you wetter.

And then, she whispers in your ear, her voice a command simple enough for your dumb whore brain to follow.

"Use my thigh, baby."

You don't ask her to specify, don't hesitate. You simply let out a desperate little noise and begin rocking your hips back and forth, shivering when your clit drags against her skin, sending pleasure through you.

"I need you so bad, 'Vika. Needtocumplease," you moan out hastily, your hands finding purchase against her shoulders so you can really use her thigh.

"Fuck, that's it," she encourages. "Knew you could be a good girl for me."

You're embarrassingly close already, in your own little world as you smear arousal all over her thigh with each movement. She loves it, too. She loves how she can take a brothel girl like you and turn her into a dumb whore, desperate enough to do bend over at her command and take whatever she gives.

Sevika isn't surprised when your actions speed up to a frantic pace, your thighs fluttering on either side of her thigh. You're already cumming all over her thigh, making a huge mess. She doesn't mind one bit, though.

You let out the cutest little gasps as you ride out the final moments of your bliss, your hips twitching to milk every bit of stimulation until you're finally sated.

You've got another client soon, and now you're just a fucked-out mess.

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[syoddeye]

What if Simon goes back fo rhis card, but she won't give it back unless he tries again?

prev. next.

"sound it out, big fella."

simon huffs and glares at the barback in the corner of his eye. the man's pretending not to listen, working a damp cloth over a two-top that's already shining.

the place isn't even open yet. the door's propped ajar with a brick, and it's hours before service starts. he came early on purpose, figuring he could grab his card and go. maybe avoid this exact interaction. but no. here you are, dangling it in front of him.

he could take it. just lean over the counter, swipe it out of your hand, maybe get a handful of your hip and a squeeze in the process. but no, you had to go and get cute about it.

"'and it over."

"nice try. you know i mean whatever line you were going to feed me the other night."

"wasn't gonna feed you a line."

"no? then what the fuck was that? a disappearing act?" you lean forward on the counter, elbows resting on the wood, fists tucked under your chin. it makes you look pixieish, face tilted up, playing at innocence, but the glint in your eyes says otherwise. you're enjoying this. "performance anxiety?"

a lick of heat lashes over the back of his neck and curls around his throat until he swallows. "slip of the tongue."

your mouth takes on a shape he'd find annoying on any other face. you tilt your head, and he swears he can almost see a spade tail swishing behind you.

"right. so then what was the plan?"

"there was no plan."

"mm," you hum, skeptical, dragging it out. "and that's why you've sat closer each time you come in? that wasn't you working up the nerve?"

he could lock a single hand around both of your wrists, hoist them above your head, reclaim his card, and get a good long look down your top. easily. he must harbor some kind of masochistic streak to keep talking. it grinds his teeth.

"no, and you're gettin' on my last nerve—"

"i bet i am," you cut in, cheerful and unbothered. "so why don't i make this easier for everyone, and…"

you pull back, then rise onto your toes, leaning over the bar to reach him. he watches, fingers twitching, as you slide the card into the front pocket of his shirt and pat it twice.

"there's a note taped to the back," you smile, wicked and triumphant. "my number. call it. unless you'd like to run for it again."

simon remains frozen for a beat, your hand lingering just long enough to burn its shape into his chest. his jaw flexes, gears gumming up in his head.

you pull back, light on your feet like you haven't just tucked a grenade into his shirt. that teasing gleam in your eyes, daring, like you're so sure he won't do something. a baited hook, glaring and obvious, as if you don't care he's big enough to snap the line.

he exhales hard through his nose. "you're a pain in the arse."

you grin, wide and unrepentant, backing away with your hands in your apron. "you'll get over it. or not. but you'll call me first."

he watches you retreat through the door to the back, disappearing before he can think of anything clever to say. his mind wiped. instead, he stands there, stuck.

the barback clears his throat, breaking the silence with a nervous chuckle. "she got you, mate."

simon cuts him a look harsh enough to make the man flinch, but he doesn't say a word. he turns on his heel and strides out, letting the door slam against the brick.

later, in the quiet of his flat, he studies the note like it might combust. he twists the corner, staring hard at your name and number. been ages since he got one. longer since he called a bird up.

he doesn't care. shouldn't care. but you've got an attitude, quick and cutting. poking the bear, prodding the bull. testing to see how far he'll let you go. mouthy.

he wants to see what you can do with it.