#like this is their whole dynamic. this is them

[lesbianjohnlock]

not gonna personally comment on the s&c thoughts bc i don’t know how to articulate mine, but transcripts aren’t a patreon exclusive thing and you can definitely access them on their website. unless you mean patreon members get all the episodes and transcripts in one go then yes that’s true, but every week when an episode is released a transcript is also released to the public

Sherlock Holmes became an adaptation of an adaptation.

By watching several adaptations, it is possible to see how Holmes' personality begins to change over time, and how some adaptations are very similar to each other, not because they are based on the same book, but because they are based on each other instead of being based on the canon.

For example, the stereotype that Holmes is cold and emotionless, even though in the book Watson indeed says that Holmes is "a machine", Watson still describes him as sensitive, gentle, Holmes compassionate towards the clients who need it most. In addition to the explicit affection he has for Watson and how he respects Watson's feelings.

In older adaptations, Holmes has a personality and attitudes that are more faithful to the books, until the 2000s, Holmes' personality was consistent with the canon.

From the 2000s onwards, the adaptations became increasingly distant from the canon and began to be based on existing versions of the character instead of the canon, and thus a whole new perception of the character was created that did NOT match AT ALL with his original counterpart.

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And it's not just Holmes' personality that is affected, but his dynamic with Watson and the history and personality of the other characters ends up being affected. For example, Irene Adler.

Although the interpretation of Irene as Holmes' romantic partner has existed for decades, since the 19th century, and even though she appeared in ONE short story, and was the only woman to beat the great detective, her relevance in having been a woman at that time and having been smarter than Holmes was transformed and reduced to her being Holmes' love interest, BUT even then, there isn't THAT many adaptations where Irene is portrayed this way how people think

First, there is Alice Faulkner, Holmes' romantic partner created by William Gillette, an original character inspired by Irene Adler, but very different from Irene. Holmes helps her and falls in love with her, kinda cute. (almost everyone knows) William Gillette is also responsible for the image of Holmes with the big pipe and the famous phrase never said by the canon Holmes "Elementary, my dear Watson". This is where the first influence on the other adaptations begins.

William Gillette's Holmes inspired the adaptations by Clive Brook and John Barrymore. Brook's version Holmes has a wife like Alice, and Barrymore's version is an adaptation of Gillette's film.

‼️This is all referring specifically to visual media such as movies and tv shows.

From decades before until the 1950s (not included), there is no Irene Adler. Of the more than 30 adaptations, four of them have an original female character as a romantic partner to Holmes. From the 50s to the 80s (not included), there are 30 other film and television adaptations. Where Irene only appears in 1976 in “Sherlock Holmes In New York” with Roger Moore as Holmes, and I believe that this is perhaps the FIRST version where Irene and Holmes really have a romance.

In this movie, half of the time, it is shown how Holmes loves Irene Adler and misses her, until a case ends up taking him to New York, to meet the woman he loves so much, BUT in the end, after he discovers that he has a son with Irene, he simply decides that he cannot stay with her and their son, because he has a whole life in London and cannot leave everything like that. Father of the year.

Before that, of course, there is “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes” in 1970 by Billy Wilder, where he has the character of Gabrielle, which may have been the starting point for Irene Adler's transformation.

There were two adaptations in the 1970s where a man ends up in a type of psychosis that makes him believe he is Sherlock Holmes and a doctor named, by coincidence of course, Watson, and she is the one who helps him. In the first film, “They Might Be Giants,” Holmes and Dr. Watson fall in love.

At this time, it has the movie “The Seven Per-Cent Solution,” where Freud helps Holmes overcome his “aversion to women” and at the end of the movie, Holmes meets a potential female love interest.

Of all the 33 films from this period [50s-80s], there is ONE movie where Holmes is implicitly homosexual, ONE movie where H&W fall in love, ONE movie where Holmes has an original female romantic partner and ONE movie where Holmes and Irene Adler were a couple.

Irene only appears then in the “Soviet Holmes” series from (1979), where although it seems that Holmes may have feelings for her, she is not a love interest.

From the 80s to the 2000s (not included), of the almost 40 film and television adaptations, Irene Adler only appears THREE TIMES.

In 1984 in the film with Peter Cushing “The Mask of Death”, where Holmes seems grumpy with the mere presence of Irene and complains about how he lost to a woman. In the same year also Irene appears in “Granada Holmes” which is probably the most faithful adaptation of the tale of the Scandal in Bohemia.

Irene only appears AGAIN in 1991 in “The Leading Lady” with Christopher Lee, where Irene has no self-respect whatsoever and has only one mission in this movie, which is to marry Holmes. She literally says that she DOESN’T CARE IF HOLMES DOESN’T LOVE HER, she wants to marry him and ends baby trapping him.

In 1994, there was the pilot episode of the series that would be called “Baker Street: Sherlock Holmes Returns”, which is a remake of the 1987 pilot episode “The Return of Sherlock Holmes”. In the first version, Holmes wakes up from cryogenics and meets Watson’s granddaughter, Jane, and from her, he learns that it is okay to be gay in the 80s. In the second version, Holmes is found by a doctor named Winslow who falls in love with him, but Holmes shows no interest in her.

In the late 90s, there is “Shirley Holmes”, who is Holmes' great-great-granddaughter-niece (?), her father is a Holmes and her mother is a doctor named Joanne. There is also “My Dearly Beloved Detective” where H&W kiss, the movie is mainly about love.

From this period, of the three times that Irene appears, only once she is a love interest and other THREE adaptations that put H&W in a romantic position.

So until the 2000s, of the more than one hundred adaptations, Irene is Holmes' love interest ONLY TWICE.

Of about 61 film and series adaptations produced since the 2000s till this day, EIGHT adaptations have Irene Adler as Holmes' romantic partner and another EIGHT adaptations where Holmes has other originals female characters as romantic partners.

And hust because I'm a math teacher:

It's worth noting that the number of adaptations (movies and tv shows) in 25 years is almost equivalent to the number of adaptations (movies and tv shows) in ONE CENTURY.

From the first sample of adaptations (movies and tv shows) from the period 1900-1999, there were 104 adaptations.

Irene as a romantic partner: 2 (± 2%)

Original Female Character: 4 (± 3.8%)

H&W in a romantic situation (corresponding or not, explicit or not): 4 (± 3.8%)

From the second sample of adaptations (movies and tv shows) from the period 2000-2025, there were 61 adaptations.

Irene as a romantic partner: 8 (± 13%)

Original Female Character: 8 (± 13%)

H&W in a romantic situation (corresponding or not, explicit or not): 7 (± 11.5%)

Irene Adler as love interest from the 2000s onwards:

“The Royal Scandal” with Matt Frewer, their relationship is implicit, this movie sucks, but other Frewer movies are good, as is Clive Merrison, Frewer is one of the only actors who has a voice that most closely matches the description of Holmes' voice in the canon. Also in the television film “Sherlock Holmes and the Baker Street Irregulars”, where Irene spends most of the movie disguised as a man, because of course that the ONLY WOMAN Holmes could fall in love with, dresses as a man. And then we have the Robert Downey Jr. films where despite explicitly showing the romantic relationship between Holmes and Irene at the same time it implicitly shows the romantic feelings between Holmes and Watson. And then we have “Elementary” (2012-2019), “Шерлок Холмс” (2013), “Sherlock Gnomes” (2018) and the most recent “CBS Watson” (Holmes is dead but they still made sure to let us know that Irene and Holmes had an affair.)

So, it was here, in the 2000s that the adaptations really began to change and became adaptations of each other. Holmes lost his personality and became another character. The canon stories were replaced by “fanfics” of other adaptations. (Irene Adler case)

I consider that three adaptations are mainly responsible for the CURRENT image of Sherlock Holmes, and that it is from these three adaptations that the image that we have (in the contemporary era) of Sherlock Holmes was perpetuated and is the basis for the adaptations produced more recently.

The first is House M.D. (2004-2012). Although the general public does not know that it is based on Sherlock Holmes, House influenced other adaptations, especially the personality that Holmes has today. The cliché of the super-intelligent, cold, calculating, emotionless male character begins here. Even though House is not exactly that trope. The image of Holmes being insensitive to clients/patients, his arrogance and being an ASSHOLE starts in House. Including the way he treats or mistreats Watson/Wilson.

The second adaptation is the Robert Downey Jr. films as Holmes (2009-2011). He turns Holmes into an action hero, which Holmes is not, his personality does not match the canon at all (in these movies, this is not a problem). But the main influence of RDJ Holmes is Holmes as an action hero, and being SLOPPY. He dresses badly and does not keep a clean appearance. It looks like he has not showered in months. I know he STINKS.

And then we have the third adaptation, which is where the adaptations of other adaptations begin: BBC Sherlock (2010-2017). BBC Sherlock could almost be an adaptation of “The Private of Sherlock Holmes” considering the amount of similarities and references to Billy Wilder's film and the number of times Moffat and Gatiss said that this was their favorite film and INSPIRATION. BBC Sherlock is set in the modern era as Basil Rathbone's film series was then, it also makes references to the 1965 BBC series with a background appearance by Douglas Wilmer, they made reference to “Granada Holmes” in “The Abominable Bride”. And considering that RDJ Holmes is (I believe) the FIRST adaptation that decided to have Irene Adler working for Moriarty, it can be considered that Irene Adler from BBCSH, besides being an adaptation of Gabrielle from “Private Life of Sherlock Holmes”, is also inspired by Irene from the movie.

Still, controversy, but BBC Sherlock also suffers from the influence of House, mainly in Sherlock’s PERSONALITY. He has a personality quite similar to House’s.

So we have BBC Sherlock that is inspired by other adaptations and other adaptations that are inspired by BBC Sherlock. They are adaptations based on others adaptations, where the original Holmes gets lost and it is no longer possible to recognize him.

House influenced BBC Sherlock, Elementary and CBS Watson. Although Elementary suffered from the obvious comparisons to BBC Sherlock, it clearly follows a House approach style, including the opening of the show is inspired by the 1965 BBC series. And even with the influences of other adaptations, Elementary managed to maintain a personality more in keeping with Holmes, despite the sexual appeal that Elementary Holmes has (I believe it's House's fault). This Holmes has character development and takes a more serious approach to being neurodivergent and queer, and to his addiction. Unlike both House and BBCSH, which do not fully address Holmes' autistic, or his sexuality, and in the case of BBCSH at no point does it seriously address Sherlock's addiction problem.

And again, possibly influenced by Irene from the Warner Bros. films, we have an Irene Adler who works with Moriarty, and spoiler alert, not only does she work with Moriarty but is actually Moriarty herself. In addition to having a romantic involvement with Holmes, and Moriarty (her own counterpart) being an obstacle in their relationship (as in the film).

CBS Watson series has a big problem, being from the same producers as Elementary, even though Elementary managed to maintain consistency and a certain fidelity to Holmes' personality, CBS Watson ends up having almost no personality, being similar to House, and with a Watson that seems trying to be Holmes at all times. In a way, CBS Watson is an adaptation of another adaptation: House, which is inspired by Sherlock Holmes.

RDJ Holmes has influenced two Russian adaptations, “Sherlock Holmes” from 2013, where despite expectations that it was inspired by the Soviet series from 1979, the new Russian Holmes is very similar to the ways of RDJ Holmes, sloppy and careless. The series plot is that Watson narrates the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, but the Holmes he writes about is not the same as the real Holmes he lives with. Even though in this context, fidelity to the canon somehow does not need to exist. It still shows the influence of RDJ's films. And again, Irene Adler here is Holmes' romantic partner.

As for the NEW Russian series “Sherlock in Russia” (2020), despite its originality and very well produced, we have an almost sloppy Holmes, long hair and a goatee, that yes, is RDJ's fault.

Being the most influential of the post-2000s adaptations, BBC Sherlock influenced several other adaptations, such as: “Miss Sherlock” (2018) which is not only inspired by BBC Sherlock, but clearly an adaptation of BBC Sherlock in a modern Tokyo setting where Sherlock and John are women. (An adaptation of another adaptation that was inspired by other adaptations). “Sherlock Untold Stories” (2019-2022) which is also heavily inspired by BBC Sherlock visually, but unlike Miss Sherlock it manages to be more original.

Moriarty the Patriot's Sherlock. Both the manga and the anime are, in my opinion, the best adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, both in the original plot and in how they adapted Moriarty and the canon to the context of the manga universe. However, Sherlock is clearly inspired by BBCSH's Sherlock. Some parts of the manga are also very similar to the events of BBC Sherlock.

And the most controversial one: Sherlock and Co. And I say this not as if they deliberately decided this. It's undeniable the impact that BBC Sherlock had on the general public's perception of WHO SHERLOCK HOLMES IS. Considering that the producer himself said that they had three audiences that they had to balance when making this adaptation, one of them being the "Johnlocker Community". Evidencing the HUGE impact that BBC Sherlock has even on the general Sherlock Holmes fandom, and yet, the producer said that he didn't know about queerbaiting when the allegations started that SH&Co. could be queerbaiting, remembering that no adaptation is obligated to make H&W a couple. This fact happened precisely because of the public's perception of how SH&Co. is similar to BBCSH and not just because it is set in the modern era. Observing the fandom, especially in the beginning, it was perceptive that SH&Co. was being treated as an extension of BBC Sherlock. So by EXTERNAL CONSEQUENCES, I will consider that SH&Co. Whether willingly or not, he suffers from the direct influence of BBCSH (and its fandom).

And then there's the Netflix problem. I haven't read the Enola books (yet), and I have no idea how Holmes is adapted in her books. But Henry Cavill Holmes is a consequence of BBCSH and RDJ. It's as if they had a son, but he clearly pulled Sherlock's hair more (BBCSH).

And Irregulars, only Netflix know where they got their inspiration from to do that. And Holmes is sloppy again, it's RDJ's fault. And taking inspiration from Sherlock in New York, Netflix's Holmes also abandons his daughter even though he says he loves the child's mother more than anything. Eleven worse, Irregulars Holmes neglects his daughter for FIFTEEN YEARS, but her mother is the love of his life and could let the world end if they could be together. And for some reason Watson loves that jerk.

(also is like benedict and jonny lee miller had a child)

And the light at the end of the tunnel came, unexpectedly, from the CW. Finally an adaptation that is not based on another adaptation, that despite the original approach, it is still noticeable that it is in fact based on the canon and does not suffer from the influence of other adaptations.

This is based on a twitter discussion, but mostly on a comment from an oomf.

English is not my first language, I am smarter in Brazilian Portuguese

[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!��

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[s-4pphics]

we’re not at Wendy’s anymore, toto…

SYNOPSIS: dropping fries or drawls?

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

WARNINGS: THIS IS CRACK AND VERY UNSERIOUS! FT. AGGRESSIVE FLIRTING, oc is a big titty pansexual and the wendy’s robin hood, ellie is a butch-dyking, fry-dropping misandrist who frowns a lot, mentions of mary jay, MDNI: TIT AND SPIT PLAY, MILD DIRTY TALK

A/N: i literally have no plan for this it’s just for shits n gigs. obsessed with their dynamic lowkey first part LOL

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This is not how Ellie thought she’d be spending her 15: outside at 11:47PM with her best friend calling her loose.

“This whole time, I thought, ‘wow, maybe Ellie has changed! Maybe she isn’t easy anymore’, but look at you! It took one hotbox and a hot box to—“

She massages her temples, “Riley—“

“I can’t lie and say y'all wouldn’t be hot together—Imma need that tape by the way, but Jesus Christ, get a grip—“

Why’d Ellie think confiding in her best friend about her new friend would be a good idea? Why’d she think befriending you in the first place was a good idea?

You’ve infiltrated her midnight sessions like a demonic witch. 3 days of pure torture: her waking up an hour before work steaming under her blankets, drenched in sweat and brain cursed with the image of you still with a full throat, only now… it follows her to work. Fuckass Wendy’s.

No one’s caught on—except for Riley, fuck her intuition—to the too long gazes shared between you, the playful shoulder bumps when you walk by her station, and the biggest one of all…

As Riley put it, “they’re not leaving a snail trail on the tile anymore. I think you tamed ‘em a little. Good for you, friend.”

But Ellie’s not trying to tame you. You can do, talk to, fuck, who and whatever you please. She doubts she’s made that much of an impact on you in such a short amount of time, but she does notice that you’re a bit more… chill? Chilled out? Still a menace, but slightly more selective with who you enchant.

That fucking shirt is still too tight, though.

And now, she wants to dunk whoever’s accepted your muted salaciousness into her 400 degree oil tank.

Ellie’s not a jealous person… She wasn’t, but there’s a deep sense of rage that overtakes her whenever men men men compliment you. It’s murderous, borderline sadistic what she envisions in her head while she throws their cheese slices on their limp. Dick. Fries. She despises their existence, wants nothing more than for them to die, or at the very least, shut the fuck up—

“I invited them over tonight.”

“… WHAT THE FUCK—“

… Yeah. Ellie felt so guilty about rain-checking you last week, but her cat got sick. Her baby wouldn’t stop vomiting.

A head pokes out from behind the back door, “Uh, y’all break ended 7 minutes ago.”

… Clock watcher. Maybe Ellie doesn’t hate all men. Jesse’s a guardian angel sent to protect her against the incoming force that is her best friend.

“BITCH, IT’S TUESDAY, WE’RE DEAD!” Riley shouts in his direction, “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE COMING OVER—“

“Who’s coming over? Coming here? Health inspectors?—“

“I needa pee.” Ellie’s already booking it towards the restroom, an excited Riley trucking close behind while Jesse panics about The Pope possibly eating at Wendy’s in the middle of fucking Wyoming.

“WHO’S COMING TONIGHT? HELLOOO—“

“YOU—YOU’RE FAKE AS HELL! YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME ABOUT Y’ALL—“

“Shut up, I’m peeing, byeee, love ya, bye I needa pee, bye—“

The door shuts and locks, but she hears them yelling. A couple bangs on the door.

Just when she thought she found sanctuary…

“Hey.”

You stand by the mirror adjusting your tits in your tight ass shirt. All buttons are undone today, just her fucking luck.

“… You didn’t lock the door.”

“I wasn’t pissing.” You hold Pennifer up in your hand like a trophy, and Ellie snickers.

“Started without me?”

“Was fienin’,” With no hesitation, you offer it over, “Wanna pregame?”

She doesn’t mean to snatch it, but she’s a bit jittery. She puffs from, exhales in the opposite direction from you.

“I like when you do that.” Your tongue sounds larger in your mouth. Ellie has to puff again to keep from laughing.

“Do what. Get high on the job?” She whirs around smoke, but you ignore her.

“Tough night?” You nod towards the door that’s still being punched in by Riley.

“Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

“I HATE YOU, BITCH! NEXT TIME YOU WANNA SNEAK, LEMME KNOW—“

“Damn… what happened?”

“I just… I told her you were coming over tonight.” She hands Pennifer back.

Ellie’s surprised when you laugh. She half expected you to be irritated for snitching you both out to someone at work, was so prepared to ride for how trustworthy Riley is, that she wouldn’t get you both fired for workplace flirting and potential bathroom fondling.

But you don’t seem to care, just asks a simple question,

“Should I be concerned?”

She knows what you’re implying. Her head immediately shakes in denial. “I told you. Just a friend. She’s just nosy.”

“Alrighty,” you purr, and Ellie’s heart skyrockets when you take 2 steps closer. The bathroom suddenly feels like a funnel tube. Tight, closed-off, trapping, but she doesn’t leave. The door’s right there; she can’t bring herself to open it.

The pounding suddenly comes to a pause before irritated footsteps vacate the outside.

Ellie can’t stop the ache that blooms in her core or the watering of her mouth when both your hands rise to rest on your chest, the pudge poking through the gaps between your fingers. Either you're that soft, or you’re not wearing a bra.

“Buttons or no buttons?” Asked with fluttery lashes.

Ellie swallows. “One button.” For my fucking sanity, she wants to add, but you got enough ego to cover a goddamn army.

“Help me? Full hands ‘n allat.” That bottom lip juts out slightly and your lashes flutter, and it takes everything for Ellie to not press your face against this filthy ass door. Never in her life did she think she’d reach this level of depravity, but it’s been days. Days. She’s fucking starving for you.

Unfortunately, she has smidge of dignity, and wants you to keep yours.

So she buttons the last one, knuckles brushing against that small sliver of skin, taking in the way your pupils shake with every maneuver of her fingers. Your gaze alone could light a match. Start a forest fire. Burn this whole building to the fucking ground if you wanted.

“Thanks!” You say in your usual bushy-tailed tone, gently shoving Ellie aside to unlock and open the door. “Hi, favorite coworkers!”

The screaming stops, and Ellie’s head knocks back on the wall.

The last thing she wants to do is see her friends' faces. Riley’s hollering is enough.

“… WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON—“

Ellie’s sigh leaves her breathless.

—

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

Ellie shuts the door behind her, untangles her earplugs from around her neck to drop them, along with her keys, on the dining room table before shrugging her jacket off.

You were pretty quiet on the ride over. Made her a little nervous… A lot nervous.

“Why, thank you.” Ellie can’t hide her smile at your courtesy.

She watches your wandering eyes, moving all over her decorated walls, sloppy paint jobs, shredded up couch from kitten claws. She hopes you don’t notice the coffee stain that she could never remove.

“‘S very you.”

“I would hope so,” her feet carry her to the kitchen, “want a drink? I haaave…” She inspects her fridge. Empty, minus the to-go box, 3 beers, and 2 jugs of berry Minute Maid.

… Awkward. You’re a peckish pothead. Couldn’t even bother to get you a meal on the way home. Dumbass.

“Damn, bitch, no water?” You laugh, and Ellie huffs.

“You’re lucky I drank all my O-negative this morning. You’d be pissing yourself.”

“Sike, I’d buss it wide open for a vampire.”

She flushes before shutting the fridge and guiding you to the couch with a hand on your back.

“We matching? Or are you robbing me again?” You nudge her playfully before rummaging through your purse, and Ellie follows, pulling two jays out of her backpack.

Soon enough, your hands are stocked with Pennifer, a ziplock baggie of your own pre-rolls, and a… fucking butane lighter that your hand can barely close around.

“Goddamn—“

You cackle. “Shut up! Couldn’t find my pink one.”

“So you brought a fucking campfire?”

“If you’re gonna judge, you can spark yourself. Don’t mind m—“

Ellie snatches your lighter with an eye roll that borderline launches them to her brain, flickering the lighter on. It feels like a fucking fireplace. You’re ridiculous.

But you’re quiet. Ellie sparks the end with as much skill as you did last week.

Speaking of.

“Sorry I had to cancel a few days ago—”

“No need to be.”

“My cat got sick and it freaked me out. So. Yeah.”

“Aww, nooo,” you whine sympathetically. Even in your times of softness, that pout makes her lightheaded.

“Where's the baby? Is it okay?”

“He’s fine now. With my… dad.” She passes the jay to you. Watches you puff like a hawk, tinted chapstick smearing the edge. “I pick him up tomorrow.”

“That’s good. What’s the baby’s name?”

“Stewart.” She says stoically.

“… Is he orange?”

“Yes.”

“I can tell. He fucked this couch up.”

Ellie smiles. “You should see my room.”

“Is that an invite?”

Her heart stutters in her chest, but her gaze doesn’t falter from yours. She simply takes the joint from your grip, speaks around her puff.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

“Well.”

“Well what.” She pins.

“I want your mouth on my tits.”

“… And I want your tits in my mouth.” She speaks through a dry throat and a thrumming core, your tone set deep in her bones.

You nod your head once before unbuttoning the button she buttoned for you earlier, leaving your greasy cloth on the floor.

“Well… Lean.” Your hands gesture backwards.

And Ellie does, back pressed against her couch cushions, joint hanging from her fingers, almost as low as her eyes. Her suspicions were correct: you’re that soft and braless. You throw a leg over her lap, tits jiggling in her face.

She nearly yanks you down onto her lap when your lips curl around the joint, the orange end cresting like the sun in the morning.

“Suck on ‘em.” Smoke wafts in her face and she curses low and broken.

Your nipple beckons her lips and your hand flies to yank at her hair, pleased whines leaving your lips and vibrating down to her toes. She can barely gather the strength to rub on you like she wants; she’s too enraptured by your softness.

And your filth. That fucking mouth...

“You’re eating ‘em up like a fucking slut.” You whisper in astonishment before pressing a kiss atop her head. Ellie moans around you in response, tongue swirling messily around your areola before suctioning your nipple, drinking in your satisfied squeaks.

One of your nipples is more sensitive than the other. It's cute how loud you get when her teeth rub on them. Just an inch. Enough to get you jumping on her lap like a bunny.

They’re so heavy on her tongue, so soft in her mouth. She’s sure her jeans are staining with her slick… and yours. She can practically smell you.

“Ellie, ‘m—oh fuck, I might cum—“

Her muscles act on their own accord, her joint-less hand coming down to whack your ass, mouth popping off to spit sloppy on both your tits, rubbing her mess in with her tongue.

“You’re so hot, you’re so hot, m’cumming, ohhh fuck—“

Your arm closes tight on the back of her neck, shoving her face tight against your breasts and she accepts that she’ll happily die here: under you, trapped by your scent and your skin and your yipped thanks for the nut.

You have to shove Ellie off your tits after your comedown, thighs clamping shut on her lap when her teeth nick your more sensitive nip, her mouth matching your chest in wetness.

“Fuck.” She exhales, head plummeting on the back of the couch. Tokes one last time. Blows it in your face between giving you one.

“I thought you were a fucking prude when I met you. My fault.” You exhaust through heaves and clouds. She shakes her head uncaringly, massages your tit just to watch you twitch.

“You want another one?” She asks plainly despite the throbbing between her thighs.

“… You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure… After you show me what’s in your nightstand.”

Ellie chuckles. She’s always loved a bargain.

[lacydaydream]

My Word is God

⤷ Soldier Boy

summary: after a battle gone wrong because of your mistake, Ben is pissed. and he’s gonna take it out on you. mdni.

cw: porn with no plot. Ben is his own warning. unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it). dom!ben. swearing. degrading. spanking. doggy style. missionary. clitoral stimulation. spitting. cum tasting. slightly public. name calling [slut, doll, sweetheart, my girl, pretty girl, naughty girl]. power dynamic - Ben is readers boss. breeding kink [if you squint]. I might have missed some!

estelle yaps: this is just pure filth.

word count: 2.8k

“You can’t fuckin’ listen to rules,” Ben grunts, voice low and menacing. He sounded pissed, and his body language contended it.

He shoves you into an empty room. His palm against your back heavy, burning with the sizzling rage that was bubbling in his blood. You had disobeyed a direct order. Taken the words he’d said and disregarded them. Like his voice didn’t matter. Like he wasn’t the one in charge.

While out fighting, you had gotten in his way. And it wasn't a simple misstep. No, it was a major screw up. It cost him his window of opportunity to fight the enemy- an enemy that had been a massive thorn in the side of the U.S government for the last few months. The colossal mistake you made fucked the whole team up. All in the span of ten seconds.

Ben had told everyone exactly how they had to move out on the battlefield. He had been precise, down to the very last detail. And there you had been, prancing around like a dumb little girl. Acting as if his orders were a suggestion. Acting as if just because you slept with him you’d be exhumed from any punishments. And he knew you were a smart girl- hell, you had suggested some of the counter moves he told Crimson Countess to make. So he knew you weren’t stupid enough to make such a mistake unless you were rooting around for a punishment.

The room he shoved you in had a desk with a cup of pens that had the words ‘Best Dad’ printed on it. The chair behind the desk was swiveled, obvious that someone had once occupied it. The walls are blank but you wouldn’t have noticed, the only thing you could focus on was the building ache between your thighs.

Ben steps behind you, shoving you down onto the desk, growling as he watches your back instantly arch. “My word is fuckin’ god.” His voice booms with a precise confidence only a predator could have, laced with a danger that clouded your mind.

His hand lands a slap to your ass, rough and fast.

The sting radiates through your body, skin setting on fire. His normal demanding and dominating demeanor had somehow turned darker. Just by the way he had approached you earlier, sweaty from battle and mouth set in a snarl.

When a whimper falls from your lips, Ben only scoffs. “Can only listen when you get cock, huh, slut?” His voice was steady, controlled in a way that made your stomach flip and heart rate increase.

When his hand comes back down against your ass, he hums in satisfaction. The squeaks and whimpers he pulls from your lips erect a tent in his jeans, pressing his hips forward so you could feel the thick hardness over your pants.

“Should fuckin’ make you suffer.” He grunts, hips grinding against your ass. “Fuck up the whole mission- now I’ve got the fuckin’ governor up my ass.” Ben’s rough hands grip the chub of your bum through your suit, kneading with skill. He was already rambling, needing to let you know just how much you’d messed up. “Should hand you right over, hm, doll? Let you get a proper punishment. Maybe you’d learn your lesson.”

He groans as you push your hips back against him, panting like a pornstar. And fuck, if that hadn’t made Ben want to drop his anger and plow you against the desk for beeing so needy. His eyes narrow as he watches you turn your head to look behind you, gaze instantly catching his. Your hair was frizzy from battle, sweat, and being manhandled. God, you were a sight.

You shake your head, a small hint of fear blooming in your chest at his threat. He wouldn’t ever rat you out- he could never do something like that. But that look in your eyes? The look that always came before you were desperately begging him and saying you’d ‘do anything’? Yeah, he’d threaten it all day long. Anything for that look.

“Yer fuckin’ lucky today, sweetheart.” His voice is low, eyes piercing as he rolls his hips against you. “Need this tight pussy more than giving you a spankin’. She ready for me? Fuckin’ better be. Better be ready to earn back my fuckin’ respect.”

Soldier Boy tucks his fingers into your pants and yanks them down, tearing the fabric with the sheer force. The air against your backsides causes you to shiver, hands gripping the edge of the desk. Your fingers curled around the edge of the desk, polished wood biting into your soft skin.

His eyes flicker down to the sight in front of him. No panties. Just bare, soft skin under the stupid suit Vought had given you. His eyes light up as a growl bubbles up from his chest. His hand grips your ass cheek, skin calloused and warm. Ben bites his lip as he looks down between your legs, inner thighs slick from how turned on you were.

“Look at ya, sweetheart.” His words are mumbled, the edge melting away from his tone. He was still pissed about the earlier situation, but the sight of your dripping pussy was enough to soften his bite.

He runs his hands up and holds your hips. He brings you closer to him with a tug, smirking at the way your legs buckled. His large hands that were settled on your hips drag down to your ass. He kneads your flesh, slow and deliberate. “Bent over a desk just for me. Ready to get fucked, yeah? Cunt dripping down your legs.”

He picks up his leg and uses his boot to tap against your leg, a silent order to spread your legs. When you oblige, he grins. “That’s my girl. Doin’ exactly what I say.” He slaps your ass once once more, cooing when you whimper.

His hands leave you, working on his pants to free his cock. His cock is heavy in his hands, pulsing in his fist, tip an angry red. He had half a mind to have you suck him off- jam his cock down your throat and watch as pretty tears collected on your lashes. But the team would notice your absence. And whoevers office this was would be coming back. But moreover, he just wanted to piston into your cunt and have you whimpering his name.

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart.” He grunts, running his tip through your slit. You’re already so wet, soaking his tip in your essence. A grumble leaves his chest, rough and almost animalistic. He plunges in without a warning.

The moan that leaves your lips is strangled and loud. If you hadn’t taken him before, you would have sworn he’d ripped your pussy right in half. But he fit- every delicious inch of him fit. He’s warm and heavy inside you, your walls clenching around him.

His hands grip your hips, a low growl leaving his lips. “Fuckin’ perfect pussy, Dollface. She’s squeazin’ me so well. Gonna take everythin’ I give you, yeah?”

When you manage to nod he wastes no time. That was enough for him. He pulls out nice and slow, every vein and ridge rubbing against your walls. He slams himself back in, hips slapping against your ass. The sounds that are created from where you’re connected are pornographic. It’s a symphony of skin slapping skin, whimpers, and moans.

His cock pistons into you, walls welcoming him in with a squelch each time he shoves himself back inside you. One of his hands is sprawled over your back, keeping you down against the desk. The wood nips into your skin. It’s a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Every thrust propels your body forward, your hands gripping onto the surface for dear life.

You whimper at the pornographic sound of the wet plap of his cock pressing into you, the feeling absolutely perfect. There were moments like these when you forgot how much of a jerk Ben really was- just thinking about how he’d walk around like he owned the place. And he did. Ben had his own center of gravity that used a smirk to charm your panties off.

He grunts, hips rolling with precision. You’re so warm and wet. Just the most perfect cunt he’s ever had the pleasure of fucking. Hell, he had half the mind to propose. Even if you acted like a brat and messed up combat rituals. He could always count on you spreading your legs and inviting him into your cunt.

“F-fuck, Ben—!”

Your legs are shaking, panting against the desk as he drives into you. Everything felt so good. His hands were big and warm, holding onto you and keeping you grounded to the moment. His cock drags against your walls, your slick coating his length.

The asshole laughs. Laughs. “Shakin’ already.” He says it coolly, not even a strain in his voice. The man had the stamina of a god because of his altered genes and he made it your problem. If you looked over your shoulder you were confident he wasn’t even sweating. “Always so greedy for this cock, doll. Always takin’ me so well. But look at ya,” The smile is evident in his voice. “Shakin’ like a baby deer.”

Ben leans down, nose nuzzling your neck. The new angle allows him to hit deeper, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His breathing is controlled as he grins against your neck, licking a stripe up your sensitive skin. “Feel good, Doll?”

You wither beneath him, eyes rolling back as his pace doesn’t dare let up. You nod, moaning, not trusting your voice to provide a good enough answer. Every fiber of your being felt alive and lit on fire, nerves sparking to life. The coil in your tummy was tightening, every delicious drag of his cock sending you closer to the edge.

“I need words.” Ben tuts, straightening his back to land a smack against your ass. His head tilts down to watch his cock drive into your cunt, puffy pussy welcoming him in with ease. Ben loved watching himself bury inside of you. Your slick coated his length, dribbled down your thighs, and even had his pelvis dripping with your essence. A beautiful sight. “C’mon, pretty girl.”

He slows down his thrusts, grunting under his breath at the pace change. He had to hold himself back. Slowly, he drags his cock out of you, tip barely breaking into your entrance. He pushes himself back in at a leisurely pace. Your cunt clenches around him as each inch gets swallowed, your lips parting as a long whine gets pulled from your throat.

“Tell me how good you feel- how good it is gettin’ fucked by your boss.” Ben coos at your whining, holding your hips so you couldn’t push back against him. He continues his tortuous pace. “You love sitting in meetings knowing you’re gonna get good cock after, yeah?”

“So good,” Your words are mumbled as your face drops down, forehead resting against the desk.

Ben doesn’t like that answer. He hoists you up, resting your back against his chest. His scent and warmth wraps around you, leather, cedar wood and something unmistakably him flooding your senses. The wide muscly expanse of his form swallows yours, instantly dwarfing you. Ben was huge- in more ways than one.

His cock stays buried to the hilt, stuffing you full. He pauses, hands on your hips rubbing and moving up your sides. Exploring every inch of your skin as if he’d touched you for the first time. When your head lolls against his shoulder Ben grins. His fingers run down your abdomen and dip between your folds, resting against your clit.

“So quiet, doll. Wanna hear you respondin’.” His fingers circle your clit in tight, deliberate circles. His thrusts are slow and shallow as he holds your body up against his.

“Feels so good, Ben.” You moan out, the coil in your belly about to explode. “L-love sitting in meetings… knowing I’ll get fucked.” Every word is swallowed by a pant, walls fluttering around his dick.

“You’re just a little cock slut.” He murmurs into your ear, fingers and hips working in tandem to hurtle you over the edge. Ben moans when he feels you gushing all over his cock, walls clenching as your cunt creates a creamy ring around the base of him.

His hips stay dragging his cock slowly, pressing against your cervix with each thrust. His fingers slowed to a lazy circling of your sensitive nub. He coos when he starts to feel your body convulsing, legs shaking as you rode out your orgasm. As whines and whimpers leave your lips, Ben’s hand gently wraps around your jaw to cover your mouth. “Shh, doll.”

He continues his pace until he can tell the overstimulation was too much, your thighs trying to clench. He pulls himself out, spinning you in his hold. His arms are around you and he picks you up by your thighs, setting you down onto the desk. Ben lays you onto your back, looking down at the fucked out glint in your eyes.

Ben lifts your legs, hoisting both feet over one shoulder. “Gonna be good and keep quiet?” He questions you as one hand grabs onto his leaking cock, dragging the tip through your slit. He rubs the head over your clit, circling it the way his fingers just had moments ago. He shushes you once more when a whine leaves your lips. He lines himself up, gaze shifting to yours as he sinks into your used cunt.

He smiles when you nod, watching you suck your lip between your teeth to stay quiet.

He grunts as he bottoms out, watching your face contort as every inch gets buried into your welcoming heat. “Gotta give me a few minutes, sweetheart.” His hips start to rock into you, the extra wetness from your orgasm making your pussy feel like heaven on earth. “Fuck, doll. S’the best pussy right here.”

Ben babbles some more, hips pistoning into your cunt like he owned it. Grunts fall from his lips like a prayer as his hips stutter. His thrusts were animalistic as he chased his high, cock twitching and throbbing as his tip bullied your cervix.

Every thrust felt like magic, soft whimpers leaving your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. Your body lurched forward as his grip on your shins tightened as he thrusted inside you. Ben watches as your face twisted into pleasure, noises getting louder.

Ben growled, using his free hand to shove two of his fingers into your mouth. “Gonna get us fuckin’ caught. Balls deep in this pussy, havin’ you scream my name. You want that, doll?”

You shake your head, moaning around his fingers as they press down against your tongue. You suck on his digits, watching as his eyes darken at the sight of you. His cock twitches and he’s thrusting once more until you feel him shoot his load into your cunt.

Ben growls, hips stuttering slowly to a stop. He kisses your shin, pulling out of your cunt. Ben shifts one of your legs onto his other shoulder to watch his cum drip from your entrance. Ben’s cock twitches as he watches as white, creamy fluid dribbled out of you.

With a sigh, he gips onto his softening cock. He uses the head to collect the cum and push it back up inside you. “Don’t fuckin’ waste that.” His voice is low, thrusting shallowly to pump his seed back up into your cunt.

Ben’s gaze snaps up to you, chest rising and falling as your walls clench around him. He catches your fingers trailing back down to your clit, quickly taking his fingers from your mouth to swat your hand away. Ben grips your wrist and halts his movements. “Really, doll? Wanna come again that bad?”

A long whine leaves your lips, causing Ben to chuckle. He should leave you now, letting you wallow in your frustration after the stunt you pulled. But your pussy made him a weak man. “Alright, alright.” He chuckles once more lowly, fingers finding your clit once more.

“Stuffed full of my cum and still needing more. Naughty fuckin’ girl.” His fingers circle your clit roughly, watching your face twist in pleasure. He grins as your lips part, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. Ben dips down, moving his fingers to dribble spit onto your puffy clit. His fingers go back to circling your clit, his spit mixing with your juices and his cum.

When your second orgasm crashes down on you, your legs shake as white hot pleasure shoots through your veins. Ben grunts as your walls flutter around his dick, pulsating as you gush around him. His gaze stays on your as he brings his fingers covered in your slick and his spit up to his mouth, sucking them clean. He growls, his eyes closing as he tastes how sweet you are.

Ben pulls out from your cunt slowly, watching you twitch as cum drips down your thighs.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

estelle yaps some more: hello, my love. my requests are open! you can join my taglist here.

[sluttywonwoo]

bad influence(s): jeonghan | the bartender

pairing: bartender!fwb!jeonghan x f reader

summary: he's the only reason you ever come to this place

warnings: swearing, alcohol, toxic-ish relationship dynamic, sprinkle of jealousy, lil bit of angst oops?, smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: semi-public sex, drunk sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, spitting in mouth, choking, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 3k

“Bunny, wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.”

You make a face. “I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” Jeonghan murmurs. “You seemed to like it when I was making you cu-”

If the club wasn’t so crowded you’d grab him by the collar and slam his head on the bar. But since that isn’t an option you settle for threatening to leave. 

“Wait, you just got here! You haven’t even let me make you a drink yet.” 

“Who says I’m here for a drink?”

He smirks. “Oh, I know what you’re here for.” 

“Not here for that either.”

He scoffs in disbelief. “Why, then? Don’t tell me it’s to break things off because the last time you tried to do that you ended up in my bed with your ankles on my shoulders. Besides, if you really wanted to end it you could’ve just texted me.” 

“What is there to end?” you mutter. 

“You wound me.”

“Want me to kiss it better?”

He rests his elbows on the countertop and leans across it, lowering his voice. “You know I do, but I’m closing tonight and last call isn’t for another forty minutes.”

You groan. “What am I doing here then?”

“If you had given me a heads-up I would’ve told you to come by later! Or tried to give my shift to someone else.”

You sigh and turn your back to him, surveying the rest of the crowd gathered on the dance floor. 

“Forty minutes isn’t even that long,” he whispers, “and you came all this way. I’ll take care of you as soon as I’m done. Can’t you be patient?”

“I’m not leaving,” you assure him. “I’m looking for a distraction.”

“A distraction?” You assume, based on the sound of dread that he makes, that he follows your gaze to the bachelor party doing shots at the other end of the bar. “What, you’re going to make me watch you grind on some other guy?”

“No one says you have to watch.”

“I’ll have a bouncer kick him out.”

“I haven’t even picked one yet.”

“I’ll get them all kicked out. Ruin their fucking night, I don’t care.”

You spin around to face him again. “It’s not like I’m going to fuck any of them!”

Jeonghan’s jaw tightens.  

“Unless you take too long….”

“Would it kill you to stay put for half an hour?”

“And be forced to listen to you flirt with the other customers?” 

The smirk returns. Confidence, or arrogance rather, weaves its way back through his posture now that he knows the real reason you’re looking elsewhere. “It’s only for tips. You’re the only one who gets a tip back.”

“Pure poetry,” you deadpan. 

“Just, let me make you a drink,” he pleads, still apprehensively eyeing the same group of men. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Fine,” you huff. 

“Great, what do you want?”

“Mmmm, I’ll do a lemon drop.”

“Do you want it as a shot or a cocktail?”

You take a moment to consider it. “Can I have the shot version in a cocktail glass? But for the price of the shot version.”

“Like I charge you for any of these anyway,” he scoffs. “Giant lemon drop shot coming up.”

You take a seat on one of the bar stools, finally settling in as he starts to prepare your drink. The bar is naturally sectioned off by support beams that run from the ceiling to the floor which gives each bartender their own section to tend to during a regular shift. But you know that since Jeonghan’s the one closing, his coworkers will be clocking out soon, leaving him in charge of the whole bar by himself. 

Luckily, the night has started to wind down by the time his colleagues leave. There are still plenty of people to serve but it isn’t anywhere near as crazy as it is at peak rush. 

He closes everyone’s tabs before circling back to you, bidding his coworkers good night as they clock out. 

“I’m glad you liked your drink,” he hums, collecting the empty glass from in front of you to wash and add back to the rack that hangs above the bar. 

He goes through the motions of his closing routine while the rest of the employees in the other sections of the club do the same. He purposely drags it out, taking his time so that you’re the last two left in the place. 

“Yoon, you good, man?” one of the bouncers calls as he makes for the door. 

“Yeah, I’m almost done. I’ll lock up, don’t worry.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See ya,” Jeonghan echos back, giving his friend a mock salute as he leaves. 

You’re a little surprised no one said anything about you staying behind but you assume they’ve seen you here so many times they know you’re waiting for Jeonghan, who they’re all a little too intimidated by to question. 

“Finally alone,” he sighs, leaning closer to you. “Come here, bunny.”

You let the nickname slide now that no one’s around to hear it. “Where, behind the bar?” 

“Mm, better yet, why don’t you hop up on the bar. Just crawl over to me.” 

You check your surroundings even though the place is empty and hoist yourself up onto the counter. It isn’t wide enough to necessarily crawl over so you just swing your legs over the other side, parting your knees so that Jeonghan can slot himself between them. 

He does exactly that, placing his hands on either of your thighs. 

“Thank you for being patient,” he murmurs, tilting his head upwards for a kiss. 

“I knew you’d make it worth my time,” you hum back, pressing your lips briefly to his. 

Apparently too brief for Jeonghan because he chases your lips when you pull away, pouting when you don’t give in. 

“Ah, is now when I start making it up to you?” he asks softly.

“Mhm.”

He keeps his hands on your thighs, using them to brace himself as he kneels before you. 

“What, here?” you hiss, suddenly rethinking the whole thing. “On the bar?”

“It’s clean,” he assures you. “You just saw me wipe it down.”

“It won’t be after this.”

“It’s a nightclub, babe. Sterility isn’t typically people’s number one concern here. Regardless, I’m obviously going to re-sanitize it when I’m done with you.”

“When you’re done with me?” you challenge. 

“Yeah. When I’m done with you. Got a problem with that?”

“Who says you’re the one that gets to decide that?”

“I do. Because you usually tap out after two rounds.”

“I-” 

“Are you going to let me eat you out or am I going to spend all night on my knees arguing with you?”

You shrug. “Both are hot.”

He sighs. “Lift up your skirt.”

You do as you’re told and wiggle out of your panties too. He reaches out for them and you’re confused but hand them over anyway, only for him to slip them into his pocket. Perv.

You’re used to Jeonghan taking his time with you, teasing you, making you wait for it. But you figure he knows he’s tortured you enough already tonight because he goes right for it. 

“Wait-” you say, yanking him by the hair when his mouth is only inches from your pussy to get his attention. 

“What, what’s wrong?”

You point at the ceiling. “The security cameras. Won’t they...” you trail off.

“We’re in a blind spot,” he mutters, grimacing at the grip you have on his hair. 

“Oh.”

“If you’re worried about it, I can get one of my bouncer friends to erase the tapes from tonight.”

“No, it should be okay, right?”

He nods. “They can’t see anything behind his beam.”

You relax a little, letting him spread your legs again. “Filing that away for when I come back to rob this place.”

Jeonghan gasps. “You would exploit the information I told you in confidence for monetary gain? Has this been your plan the whole time?”

“It’s called a ‘long con’ for a reason, baby.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Alright, enough talking.”

You use the hold you still have on his hair to guide him back in between your legs before he can get to the punchline. He doesn’t resist, obediently following your direction until he’s close enough to lick you. Before he does, though, he rests his cheek against the inside of your thigh and inhales deeply through his nose like he’s trying to breathe you in. You’d likely be mortified in any other circumstance but right now you’re too horny and too tipsy to care. 

“God, you’re wet,” he mumbles. “Alcohol really does go straight to your pussy, doesn’t it?”

You whine, embarrassed. You don’t have a snarky remark this time. 

“I guess we’re lucky I’m a bartender,” he adds.

Then, without wasting any more time, he finally puts his mouth to you. You knew it was coming but your breath still hitches when you feel his warm tongue against you. He finds your clit almost instantly, which shouldn’t annoy you but somehow does. You’ve slept with him too many times, allowed him to get too familiar with your body. You’re already in deeper than you probably should be. 

The irritation ebbs as the pleasure becomes impossible to ignore. Jeonghan leverages every advantage he has against you to get you to the edge. 

You try to hold out but he’s too goddamn good. And to make things even worse, he stops to ask, “Want my fingers or my tongue inside?”

You’re more than a little too gone to answer so he chooses for you, opting for two fingers while he continues to lave his tongue over your clit. 

“Taste so good, baby,” he moans. “Gonna cum?”

“Y-yes!”

“I don’t think so.” He pulls away at the last minute, leaving you jaw-dropped and panting. 

“What the fuck?!”

He shrugs, getting back to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“What happened to making it up to me?” you demand. 

“That’s for not texting me back.”

You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. There’s no way you look even the least bit intimidating with your bare pussy out and your legs dangling off the counter but you’re too pissed to think about optics right now. 

“You think you can ignore my messages, decline my calls, and then just show up unannounced whenever you decide you want to get laid? And show up to my job of all places?”

Well, when he puts it that way...

 “I mean, you can,” he admits, half-laughing. “But I’m going to be a little mean about it. Don’t make that face at me, I’m still going to make you cum. It’s just going to be on my cock.” 

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He brushes off your question. “Do me a favor, reach over there and grab that bottle of vodka for me.” You make a different, more concerned face at him. “What? I just wanted to do a shot together.”

“Last time you said something like that my whole torso was sticky with tequila for the rest of the night.”

“Can you blame a guy for wanting to do a body shot from between your tits?”

“Yeah, I can.”

He clicks his tongue. “Just hand me the bottle.”

Against your better judgement, you grab the Tito’s and pass it to him, watching in mild surprise as he pours it directly into his mouth. He gestures for you to lean closer so you do, letting him gently wrap a hand around your throat so that he can hold you steady when he spits the vodka into your mouth. 

You choke a little as you swallow, making it burn even more on the way down. 

Your throat feels raw, your lips swollen, neither of which is helped by Jeonghan kissing you after taking a shot of his own. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, further exacerbating the sting of the vodka. 

The heat spreads from your lips outward, engulfing you whole.

“Lay on your back,” Jeonghan whispers into your mouth.

He releases you so that you can, hopping up onto the bar with you a moment later. You’re not sure when he took his pants off but everything’s starting to get pretty hazy at this point.

“Are you still ok with no condom?” Jeonghan asks, unzipping the side of your skirt so that he can pull it off. 

“Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone else since...”

“Me either.”

He encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist as he positions himself on top of you and teases you with the head of his cock. 

“Hannie,” you whine and arch your back to try and force him deeper inside you. He pulls back, though, intent on being the one in control.  

“What is it, baby?”

“Need more.”

“Need more of what?”

“Of you.”

He gives you another inch or so, grinning at the way you squirm in frustration underneath him. “Like that?”

“You know that isn’t what I meant!”

“No?” He draws back. 

“Jeonghan!” 

He laughs. “What happened to Hannie? I like Hannie better.”

“I’ll call you Hannie again if you fuck me.”

“Deal,” he agrees, going as far as to offer you his hand to shake on it before finally bottoming out. 

“It can never be easy with you,” you mutter under your breath. 

“I could say the same for you,” he shoots back. 

He lays there on top of you for a few moments, kissing your neck while allowing you to adjust to the size of him. You’re honestly surprised he’s as hard as he is. You know that eating pussy turns him on but you usually help warm him up too. The building anticipation must have been enough for him tonight. The throbbing of his cock inside you confirms that. 

“Can I move now?” he asks.

“Yes. Please. Please, Hannie...”

“Fuck.”

He looks so pretty on top of you. His hair is still all mussed from when you were tugging it and now his bangs are falling in his eyes, curling up at the ends from perspiration. His face is screwed up in pleasure, mouth slightly open as he pants and groans about how good you feel around him.

You wish the lighting wasn’t so dim in here so that you could see him better, take him in better. It’s a sight you’ve seen dozens of times but one that never gets old. You wish it would. 

It usually takes more than just penetration to get you to the edge but you’re still so sensitive from almost cumming on his tongue that you’re on the edge again before you’ve even really gotten started. 

“Je-Hannie, I’m close.”

“Already? Hold it a little longer for me, baby.”

“I can’t!”

You cum with a cry of his name, locking your ankles behind his back to hold him as close to you as you can while the waves of ecstasy roll over you. He tries his best to fuck you through it despite his now-limited range of motion, settling for winding a hand between your bodies so that he can play with your clit to get you to cum even harder.  

When you come down and your body finally relaxes again, Jeonghan takes it as a sign to keep going-- albeit gentler this time.

“You okay? It’s not too much, right?”

“Yeah, you can keep going,” you sigh, your arms and legs feel like jelly now but you still try to hold on to him. “Want you to cum too.”

“Aw, my bunny’s so sweet,” he hums.

“Don’t call me thaaat!”

“Shut up, you like it. I felt you tighten around me when I said it.”

“It was a clench of annoyance.” 

“Whatever you say...”

“Are you close yet?” you grumble.

“Why? Am I boring you?”

You fake a yawn. His jaw tenses. 

“You know what, I’m going to hold off as long as possible just to- fuck.”

You feel his hips stutter as you pulse around his cock on purpose this time, trying to coax him off the edge. He puts up a good fight but is only able to resist for so long.

“Shit, I’m gonna- where do you want me to-”

You lock your ankles again, effectively answering his unfinished question. A familiar sensation of warmth, not unlike that of the alcohol earlier, fills you as his cock twitches and spurts cum inside of you. It’s almost enough to make you cum again but you feel a lot more sober than you did thirty seconds ago and reality is catching up to you fast. 

Still, you stroke Jeonghan’s back as he catches his breath like he always does for you. He seems to appreciate it and kisses you on the cheek when he gathers enough strength to push himself off of you and hop down.

“I demand a rematch,” is the first thing he says. “But not here. I think we’ve made enough of a mess on this bar.”

“I can’t believe we did that,” you add as you slip back into your skirt. 

He buttons his jeans and then hands you your panties from his pocket. “I’m glad we did.”

“Me too.”

“The only problem is that now whenever I’m working this will be all I’m able to think about the whole shift.” 

“That’s a bad thing?” you ask.

“I mean, I’d rather not be hard for hours at a time.”

You laugh. “Well, if you ever need help with that you have my number.”

“But will you actually answer?”

“I- I will, I promise.” You cross your heart for good measure. 

You can’t tell if he believes you or not. He changes the subject before you’re able to read him. 

“Alight, I’ll clean up here and then get you home to clean you up. You’ll stay the night, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t drive after drinking. Thanks.”Jeonghan looks like he wants to say something, maybe ask if that really is the only reason you’re agreeing to stay over, but he doesn’t. It’s the only reason either of you needs.

i swear i picked a lemon drop before the ateez comeback dropped smh- but lmk what you think! i always appreciate feedback!!

[angelltheninth]

Do I know anything about the predator series? Not in the slightest. But god after watching killer of killers, Monsterfucker me came out and started rubbing her hands like a fly and thought what would it be like to a predator boyfriend (ya know if we’re lucky to be a mate to a predator) sooo may I request that? Obviously there’s hunting involved but with a twist hehe

I've always loved the Yautja, they're one of my favorite alien species. Especially loved them in Killer of Killers.

Pairing: Male!Yautja x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, predator/prey dynamic, hunting, alien sex, size difference, mating, human!Reader

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A/N: My theory is that if they were real they would be too scared to visit us because we're too horny for them.

Your Yautja!boyfriend was hard before he even started hunting you down, the very idea of you being his willing prey and prize enough to excite him so much that you didn't know if it would be a problem for him to chase you

Before you started running your Yautja!boyfriend made it clear that he won't hold back, he will hunt you like means it

You ran from your Yautja!boyfriend like your life depended on it not because you were scared of him but because you wanted to give him a real challenge, not some easy trophy

Every time he got close you felt yourself growing wetter and you knew your Yautja!boyfriend knew it too, that he was just as horny as you were if not more because of his urge to capture and breed you

As you hide you try to get your heartbeat and breathing under control but every time you hear your Yautja!boyfriend getting closer you can't help but touching your pussy, being deliberately loud as you moan out and hear him make a deep growling noise in return

He doesn't appreciate you teasing him like this so your Yautja!boyfriend gets you running again by cornering you against a tree first and getting right in your face, his huge hands spreading your legs open, almost chuckling when you whine because he's not doing anything else right now, so you push him, or try to, and run once more

When your Yautja!boyfriend corners you again you fight back in his grip, you struggle, you punch and scratch and even stab him with a hunting knife only to have him pin you down, his cock twitching and leaking more and more with every attempt at your retaliation

Since he's so much bigger than you your Yautja!boyfriend wants you to be at least somewhat comfortable when taking his huge cock

Despite your Yautja!boyfriend trying his best to be careful you angle yourself above his cock, grinning as your pussy drips and coats it with your slick and urging him to inch his cock into your pussy, the structured girth stretching you to your limit

Knowing that he could handle you however he wanted, use you however you wanted, use your whenever you wanted, fuck you however he wanted fueled your love for your Yautja!boyfriend and how caring he actually was

Even in the thorns of his mating cycle your Yatuja!boyfriend kept your pleasure on the forefront of his mind, keeping you so tightly pressed against his body that with each one of his thrusts made your clit throb against his abs

Can't possibly get his whole cock inside you no matter how hard he batters at your wet pussyhole and it makes your Yautja!boyfriend frustrated

Won't warn you when he's about to come because your Yautja!boyfriend wants to surprise you with how much seed he's able to pump into your womb at once

Insistent on pushing his seed as deep into your pussy and having it stay there your Yautja!boyfriend fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you a shaking, almost limp, mess in his arms

Purring was about the only way to describe the noise coming from your Yautja!boyfriend in the aftermath of your mating

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[infinityinakiss]

Do you have top 3 pazzi pics?

edit: so i'm blind and can't read apparently and i made this whole list cause i thought you said fics. just pretend you asked for fics cause i don't have the heart to delete this and i'll make another post with my pics. this is so embarrassing for me.

it'd be easier to pick a favorite child, man. i'm gonna spotlight a couple (a ton) of authors with my favorite fics by them, but just know i am absolutely in love with anything they write. this post is about to be so long.

@imaginespazzi - anything nivi writes is a godsend. golden hour broke me a thousand different ways, as i'm sure it did many other people, but if you like a fluffy fic, i reread their here's to eternity series whenever i wanna smile at my screen like an idiot.

@luvergirl-535 - actually so good and so funny, her that's so true series is like the perfect mixture of comedy and angst. she's such a wholehearted author, i love her writing so much.

@loeysoi - everything she writes is so beautiful. she says her favorite fic that she's written is thinking of you (while i'm up here), but i've got such a soft spot for weren't we the salt in the sea. lyra, if you see this, your writing is so lovely and if you'd like to update salt in the sea, i wouldn't be opposed.

@azzibuckets - trying to pick one thing that cessa's written is giving me anxiety, so just read all of it. also, follow her and put her notifs on, she's so funny. literally such a beautiful person to follow online.

@bucketgetter535 - wanna feel like you're 15 again and it is all so bright and fireflies aren't going extinct, but also everything is insanely complicated and nobody will tell you anything? read their fic this is not a cry for help (but it might be). i personally love writing that reads like thoughts, that doesn't try to be anything less than it is, and this fic is it. (also there is a little soft spot in my heart for i don't even like her.)

@theseh00perscanh00p - genuinely one of my favorite authors on here, reading their writing is like being given a tight hug (most of the time at least, this new series has been tearing my heart out.) par for the heart is so sweet, not very angsty, and i just love paige and azzi's character voice in it.

@raevpng - rae, i love your writing so fucking much, i basically live in your anons because you're so good and i feel the need to constantly glaze you. i am actually so obsessed with their new series only you, go read it now if you know what's good for you. their one shots are so incredible, bags is a personal favorite of mine.

@azzibueckers5 - their series i wanna know peace again (wanna sing a different song) is one of my top rereads, it's truly so well written and emotional and just everything that i don't think i can fully articulate how much i love it without kissing them on the cheeks like an italian grandma.

@sowerpatch - i've been so hooked on their series terms of play, the tension and the dynamic is so good and so addictive. paige in this fic has balls the size of australia and it always makes my jaw drop.

so yeah. there's my very short and sweet top 3 pazzi fics. totally didn't go overboard.

psa: i love that here it's normal to send an anon so you can really show the authors how much you appreciate em. but it has broken my heart to see people abuse the very thing i love about the fandom to make authors feel unsafe. this is your daily reminder that fic authors are people too and they have their own lives besides writing. try not to hound them too much about when they're gonna update, and always give them grace. they are creating beautiful art for free because they love to. don't ruin that for them.

and if you threaten authors and run them off the internet because they fear for their safety, you are the actual scum of the earth.

[lovebyeler]

a rant on mlvn & their shippers. inspired by this post i saw on twt

one thing i noticed about mlvn fans is that whenever bylers point out a fact that is objectively true, either confirmed by the cast/producers or is said explicitly in the show, the first thing they do is call us names and deny it.

as much as i dislike mlvn, i see how someone could ship it by seeing it closer to the way they're portrayed in the show; a sort of puppy crush turned into push-pull relationship whose sides need to be truthful to themselves & understand each other better to make it work. i could see the appeal in this type of dynamic and if this was how they actually saw mlvn.

however, my main problem with mlvns is that instead of seeing them for what they are, they portay them as an example of somehow perfect couple - they'd rather twist words said in the show than admit that they're a troubled pair. they romantize the version of mlvn in their head instead of looking deeper into the show & will make fun of you if you do that.

the "and i knew right then and there [...] that i loved you" fragment of mike's monologue has been proved to be a lie multiple times from multiple sources. they would have to retcon things established in season one for this to be true. mike never was shown to like her from the start, he just happened to be the most empathetic one from the party and only started liking/crushing on her later (depending on your interpretation). besides, the show quite literally makes fun of love at first sight & the writers said they don't believe in it as well. and in the said tiktok screenshot, it's not bylers theorizing even - it's literally what finn has said.

you could still believe that mike loves eleven while lying & exeggarating things in the monologue so he could save her. that's sort of romantic as well if you want to see it in that light - he's willing to be fake to save her, however eleven is mad at him for that reason, and then lesson of mlvn in next season would be that you don't need to lie in order to save your relationship. but wait, wouldn't that be a repeat of season 3 & 4 where it was shown not to work regardless? 🤔 besides, i could still see how someone could possibly defend this.

but no, they cling to that damn monologue like it's their bible. they themselves exeggerate their love instead of just looking at them like it's a regular relationship. they downplay their lies, their problems for the sake of shipping it. at this point i'm starting to wonder if they ship it cause they actually like their dynamic or do they ship it cause they like them together visually?

that's the biggest difference between bylers and mlvns for me. bylers look deeper into their negative side of their ship, pick apart their flaws yet this doesn't dismantle their relationship but support it. why won't mlvn do the same when they have a bunch of that going on their ship as well? if we see proof by analyzing byler fights, can't they do that instead of downplaying them? unless deep analysis won't help mlvn... which is possibly the case. that's why they choose to ignore it. but that's another topic. i think i'd still appreciate them more if they actually tried, though.

anyways, that'll be the end of my long rant. it's ironic to me how much byler shippers are called delusional because they dare to analyze the show when mlvn's whole ship is build upon false romantized image of it, don't you think?

[veal-exe]

I’m going to go ahead and link the post I wrote on misappropriated leftist language since you seem confused about what counts as radical speech and what is, in fact, just being a self-congratulatory asshole.

There is a difference between not being up to date on language, or using the wrong language, and knowingly calling someone 'a stupid tranny'

You are not being transgressive. You are not being edgy in a meaningful or liberatory way. You’re just saying slurs on someone else’s post like a teenager trying to prove you’re the most punk person at the school assembly, and somehow thinking that makes you clever instead of embarrassing. Let me make this simple for you: calling a trans person a slur they haven’t consented to, in a context where it clearly is not welcome, is not activism. It’s not neutral. It’s not anything but hostile.

You can scream “context” all you want, context includes the power dynamics of a space. You’re replying to a post I made calling out harm, and instead of showing basic respect to the community in the inter-community conversation happening, or the person who wrote the post, you decided to swing in and drop a slur because you use it “neutrally.” Which you did not by the way, don't delude yourself, calling someone a 'Tranny Loser' is not fucking neutral.

Okay. Great. You know who else thinks their use of that word is “neutral”? Cis people who haven't learned what language they're allowed to use for other people and who don't care. Do you want to be in that company? You’re closer to them right now than you are to anything resembling praxis.

You say you “use that word regularly.” That’s your business. I do too for myself and people who consent to it, like buddy, I'm Tranny. That doesn’t give you license to throw it around on other people’s content or to use it for trans people who you don't know personally who haven't reclaimed it.

Reclamation is not universal just because you’re trans. That’s not how community works. That’s not how slurs work. That’s not how respect works. If someone hasn’t opted into that language with you, you don’t get to slap it onto them and then act shocked when people don’t cheer you on for being bold and rebellious. The Queer Community doesn't even call fellow individual LGBTQIA+ Queer without consent/knowing reclamation because it is overwhelmingly considered uhh Not Fucking Cool. And I say that as someone who knows that Queer is only really used as a slur in pockets these days.

And comparing your behavior to a Black person using the n-word with another Black person? That’s not just disingenuous it’s laughable. You are not part of an equivalent dynamic here, calling another person a Tranny Loser in the trans community is not the same as black people reclaiming words in their community as a whole, and you clearly don’t understand the history or gravity of what you’re invoking. You’re not “punching up.” You’re punching sideways and calling it solidarity while stepping on people’s toes and insisting they thank you for it.

You seem like the kind of person who reads the first paragraph of a leftist zine and thinks it gives you carte blanche to do harm as long as you talk like a Tumblr-era anarchist. It doesn’t. Your tone policing accusations don’t scare me. Your performance of not caring doesn’t land. You can yell about how not-a-slur it is all you want, you’re still using my post to do harm in a way that I won't allow.

Let me say it again:

this is not a debate. I am telling you to Fuck Off and Get Fucked. I don’t care if it was casual or deliberate, you don’t get to put on your cool kid baby idiot hat and call that boundary invalid just because you’ve decided your usage of a slur is enlightened and everyone else is “throwing a hissy fit" you dumb motherfucker.

You came into my house and tracked mud across my carpet, and now you want to argue that because you’re used to walking in filth, I should be fine with it.

No. Get the fuck out.

The only place white cis men have in trans discourse is sitting down, being quiet, learning, and standing up for trans people against their fellow cis people.

That also means not blindly parroting hateful transphobic rhetoric from other trans people, because some trans people are transphobic (TRFs, Transmeds, Truscum, etc), as an example, if you were a white cis man and you had a trans friend who was constantly telling you that say, and I’m gonna make something up here that hasn’t happened, but say you have a trans friend who’s constantly saying people who don’t want to start HRT aren’t REALLY trans.

you would have no business thinking, repeating, or pushing that. You’re obligated to listen to the whole community, not just the ONE trans friend you have spewing bigoted rhetoric. This goes doubly so if your bigoted trans friend is white because then they should also be sitting down and listening to the poc in the community.

Cis White Men have no place giving their thoughts and opinions about how the kind of trans person they like less isn’t oppressed. They definitely don’t get to say they ‘have tboy swag’ while being actively transphobic and uplifting TRFs, stop, cis white boy, stop, etc.

Cis white women don’t either ftr, no cis person does, but this is about a specific event.

[dalia9334]

jeff sedecki is not an angel.

@alvinjrsgun's reblogs triggered this rant.

i'm here to criticize jeff sadecki and how this fandom has collectively decided he's some misunderstood angel when he's actually a walking red flag factory.

let's start with the obvious: jeff pressured his girlfriend into having sex. jackie literally tells him she's not ready and he keeps pushing. but somehow the discourse around this is crickets while we dissect every micro-expression shauna makes. weird how that works.

then there's the cheating. multiple times with his girlfriend's best friend. but here's where it gets really wild - apparently jeff just "fell dick first" into shauna because that's how agency works, right? he had absolutely no choice in pursuing jackie's best friend. it just happened to him, poor baby.

except that's not how cheating works. nobody makes someone cheat - it's a choice. their choice. so why does jeff get painted as this hapless victim of shauna's seduction when he was the one who willingly shat on his relationship with jackie?

and let's talk about that marriage timeline because it's absolutely unhinged. finds out his ex-girlfriend died after missing for over a year, immediately marries her traumatized best friend who he'd been hooking up with before the crash. romantic? or predatory? you decide.

but wait, there's more! after marrying shauna and having a whole life with her, jeff decides the best way to handle their financial problems is to... blackmail the yellowjackets about their biggest trauma. the thing that broke them all. the secrets that weren't his to know or weaponize.

then when shauna starts showing signs of paranoia and instability (gee, wonder why), jeff has the audacity to complain about it. bro, you literally triggered her spiral and then acted surprised when she spiraled. you poked the bear and then complained it was growling.

and here's the thing that really gets me - after setting off the dominoes that led to multiple deaths, jeff just... leaves. abandons shauna when the consequences of his actions come home to roost.

the yellowjackets did horrific things in the wilderness, but they had a reason - survival, starvation, psychological breakdown from extreme trauma. it doesn't excuse their actions, but it explains them. jeff doesn't have that excuse. he's just selfish.

yet somehow shauna gets all the hate while jeff gets treated like a victim of her manipulation. she's called crazy, unhinged, a monster - while he's the poor husband dealing with his unstable wife. the double standard is staggering.

yes, shauna has done terrible things. yes, she's not innocent. but you hear that take everywhere. what you don't hear is how jeff is equally complicit in their toxic dynamic, equally responsible for the cheating that started it all, and arguably more at fault for the blackmail plot that pushed everyone over the edge.

jeff sadecki isn't a soft boy caught up in circumstances beyond his control. he's a man who consistently chose the selfish option at every turn and then acted shocked when those choices had consequences. stop giving him a pass.

oh, but he's a decent dad so it's okay! (it's the least he can duckin' be...)

[radioactive-yuri]

i feel like. tenna has a sort of sibling dynamic with kris, ironically enough with kris as the older sibling, purely because of how sheltered tenna is. he doesn't understand anything outside of kris' home and family, because that's all he was ever exposed to; he doesn't understand that dess died, just that she stopped watching. he doesn't understand that not all couples fight, and immediately turns to kris (who was raised in the same environment) for confirmation that he's right; it's not mockery. it's him asking them "there was nothing wrong with what we both saw, right? there was nothing wrong with the childhood we shared, right?"

that, alongside his heartbreaking repetition of phrases like "i just wanted you to watch me", "the family's fighting again", and the way he reacts to certain situations (insisting that the game has to keep going, the whole "they're coming out of the pipes. i can't stop them." sequence, his special attachment to toriel) goddd.

he's...such a kid. not literally, but metaphorically. he parallels kris, their feelings of being left behind, their nostalgia and desire for things to go back to the way they were. tenna is a manifestation of their childhood. it's bittersweet and tinged with a constant undertone of distress, but in their eyes, preferable to their present. and something they cannot let go of.

[tyunningism]

Campus Sweetheart (2)

── .✦ pairing: c.yj + k.th

After getting caught up with Soobin at Yeonjun’s party you’re the talk of the town !! Everyone’s dying to get a piece of you (or peace of mind away from you), nevertheless Yeonjun can’t help but want his share too!! And so does a certain someone who’s had his eyes on you since ><

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead... haven’t read part 1? Visit here !!

ᝰ.ᐟ wc - 5.5k words

mentions!! and warnings!! - Smut , alcohol consumption + partying but no drunk sex etc., hard!dom taehyun and dom!yeonjun, threesome, dacryphilia, extreme exhibitionism, daddy kink, nipple play, voyeurism, spit roasting, food play, spanking + hair grabbing + spitting, degrading names, blow job, filming, unprotected sex, breeding etc.

tyunningism’s note: been putting this on hold for a bit but the people wanted the threesome so here it is 😼, not proofread !!

Dynamics between you and your roommates have always been out of the ordinary, and by that you mean you’ve never met someone else whose roommate offers to do all of their laundry regardless of their protests, is always walking back in to the apartment with at least one bag of clothing a teeny bit too tight for them, or even offer to eat them out after a bad day- so maybe you really hit the jackpot with Soobin.

Pinks, browns and beiges that littered your closet were now packed straight to the edge with a new set of short strapless dresses, red silk two-pieces and miniskirts riding so far up your thigh they were basically non-existent.

The frequency of these parties that the frats held every week or two meant that you’d constantly have to whip up a new dress completely in contrast to your usual sweet girl look, but Soob has no problem paying for the dresses- as long as you let him pick them out <33

“This one looks sweet on you don’t you think bunny?” He flashes two dresses on their hangers still interchangeably against your chest, his dimple pops out as he thinks long and hard about what would suit you best for Mark’s party, and as much as he adores you and your frilly mid-skirts, he really wants to push you a bit further this time; eyes locked on the maroon open-back dress in his right hand.

Woven out of thin silk he reckons it would rip within seconds if he even used the tiniest bit of force on you, which is exactly why he chooses it.

“Soobin..I think- I think we should try a different dress..” You propose timidly behind the curtain of the changing room, the dress he picked out for you was way too tight at the waist, practically cinching in to your skin and felt so stretched at the chest it would’ve ripped straight down the middle if you moved too much.

“Awh, why so? I thought it was a lovely dress.”

“No no it is lovely !! It runs a bit small that’s all.”

A slender hand tugs gently at the curtain, “It zips up doesn’t it? Let me see, bunny.”

You shy away behind the curtain as you slowly slide it across and it’s so teasing, you don’t even realise it cause fuck, you look so small beneath him, so tempting in that dress he chose for you, eyes so hopeful for praise you nearly knock a straight boner in to him.

“It’s perfect, promise you it fits you great, now will you wear it to the function?” He cocks you a wide smile you can’t say no to as he leads you through aisles and shelves of the store with a warm hand, comical in the sense that it could cover your whole face if he tried.

An empty spot in the queue lands you and Soobin at the till, the taller male fishing in his pockets for what you assumed was going to be his wallet ends up being..a laced set of panties?

Discarded right on top of the rest of the clothing you give Soobin a questioning look and a tug on the sleeve of his shirt- what else could he mean by this ?!!

“Don’t like the gift?” You shake your head and avoid eye contact with the cashier in the hopes that she doesn’t remember you ever again in case you ever thought about shopping here again, but you can sense it in your veins the judging and instigating look that’s headed straight your way. Really Choi Soobin?

beep!-

”Back so soon?” Taehyun turns his head around to welcome you from the couch before laying back down with his arms behind his head, mindlessly scrolling on his feed with boredom racking his head.

Recently Taehyun’s been harder to get close to :(( Despite being roommates for quite a while now there’s still this barrier of unease between you whenever you’re together that neither of you can quite put your finger on, an unease that only started to grow since you first put on a whole show dry humping Soobin in front of him; he’s been purposely ignoring your attempts to make small talk to try break the ice between you ever since. You don’t know what you did that was so terribly bad to upset him :(

It’s a hard swallow every time you see him hanging around with his usual crowd, laughing at a couple of his guy friends’ jokes while a new girl clung to his arm every time he briefly greeted you on campus,

So why can’t he be so friendly with you like he is to everyone else?

What about you puts him off so much?!

But heavens is Taehyun grateful for your brain that runs at 3 thoughts per hour, because if you could read minds you’d be able to see the dirty image he’s envisioning as Soobin pulls out the dress he bought for you to show it off. Barely a dress, more like meagre strands of thread compiled together with how thin it is. Thinks about the way you’d mewl at him as he pinches your perked nipples through the sheen fabric; squirming and trembling as his finger spreads your folds apart in a scissoring motion beneath you, it’s so vivid in his mind he can practically hear your wanton moans in his head already:

‘Hurry s-stop teasing mmh!’

‘O-oh fuck, feels s’ good Taehyunnie please!~’

And who can judge him? (Certainly not Soobin who’s sharing the exact same predatory thoughts as you stretch your back against the counter.)

He can’t pinpoint when it started, when he first got his first wet dream starring you like some prepubescent teen after watching porn for the first time, when he started envisioning you as the girls he was fucking and dumping on the get go to relieve the stress within him.

Maybe it was when his eyes wandered to check if there was anyone eyeing Stacy before he entertained her but settled on observing the way you rocked you hips so clumsily against Soobin at Yeonjun’s party a couple weeks ago. Definitely thought he would’ve taught you way better than Soobin ever can, he’d teach you how to move your hips right so you could get the most friction out of rubbing your swollen clit over his bulge, he’d teach you where to place your hands that would turn on a guy the most. Perhaps it’s just jealousy as he watched Soobin litter all kinds of kisses down your collarbone.

Yeah, that’s exactly what it is, jealousy.

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“What’s up?” Fwap-

“Yeonjun! You comin’ to Mark’s on Saturday? He’s hired some private dancers so Kai can get his dick wet., it’s gonna be sweet.”

Fwap- “Fuck- Nah i’ll sit this one out.”

“Come onn, everyone’s gassed about how this is the biggest party of the year man! That guy’s blown his wallet off even trying to get Mina from Architecture there!”

Not like he can take a proper phone call right now with a sticky hand weakly holding up his phone to his ear, only letting out a couple grunts barely different in pitch to show his approval or not.

“Dude..are you jerking off right now?”

Yeah, yeah he absolutely is jerking off right now with his head plump against his pillow, tip so red it stings from how long he’s been edging himself over the last hour, a thumb pressed right against his slit every single time he felt too close to paradise.

He’s been non-stop jerking off to some photos on Instagram, your photos on Instagram. Especially the one where you’re laid on your back on a beach towel with tanning oil all over you in your pink flowery bikini..featuring Soobin’s hand which rests over your stomach rubbing it in- God that drives him crazy. It’s a playful photo, he knows you don’t see it as anything major in that tiny little head of yours but anyone else seeing it would’ve thought you were dating with how touchy Soobin is with you- it annoys him so much sometimes he loses the will to actually cum just thinking about his smug grin.

But today he’s extra fixated on the plush of your thighs, soft and so fuckable like his own perfect little fleshlight. He’s going brain dumb by the minute as he quickens his pace- thrusting his hand along his cock at record speed and squeezing as tight as he can until his knuckles bore different shades of white with a string of whimpers dissipating from the curve of his lips.

“Gross..I’m never calling you again fuck. Well..that cute chick with Soobin at your party last time is coming too I heard, Heeseung wants a taste of her real bad.”

And just like that he’s lost the urge to cum again, not even needing his thumb’s interference, simply feeling pissed hearing another fiend’s name.

“Nevermind. I’ll be there.”

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Saturday night rolls by in a blink of an eye but no worries because Giselle’s stormed by your apartment, a blunt rolled between her lips and ashing on to the floor of your bedroom. It’s mainly self affirmation that she whispers to you as she ties a necklace around your neck, a couple pecks and girly giggles as she admires her work on your hair again.

“Don’t hotbox the damn apartment.” Taehyun reveals himself after eavesdropping on the conversation, leaning against the door frame not really knowing what watching you get ready would serve a benefit to but he’s tempted by the v-line cut dress which props up your tits so prettily, the sheer fabric exactly how he imagined: tight, vulnerable.

“I can see you staring at her tits you loser, nothing gets past me.” Giselle retorts slyly, you couldn’t even pick up on the fact he was eyeing you so intently but now that you do embarrassment starts to creep on your face.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.”

“At least try to sort out the problem down there before you talk back, I know my darling’s hot but it’s really off putting seeing that thang in front of us-“

Shit- when did he get hard??!!

A quick cough and a ‘bathroom break’ is all that time has to offer you both as you squeeze in to Taehyun’s car. Unfortunately, Soob’s down with a diseased cold and coughing up phlegm every three seconds like some unfortunate Victorian, bed-ridden and numb in the limbs so he leaves you in Taehyun’s care, all the better for you to try and resolve the iffy status your relationship with him is in!

The car ride is amped up with Giselle’s playlist; a combination of Japanese rock and rap she’s developed a taste for for years- screaming her heart out in the back seat loud enough to reach the next city. “You guys are no funnn!! My shit is on !!”

“Y/N, did she have something to drink before the party because I’m starting to think I’ve got a whole psychiatric unit in my car.”

You attempt to stifle a laugh in case Giselle heard and was preparing a pinch straight to your arm, “A couple back at the dorms, she usually does whenever she’s going to a party her ex is also at.”

“I see. Don’t drink too much tonight, Mark’s place is a dangerous area.” Taehyun grips the steering wheel at the mention before pulling in to a small drive way with music booming through open windows, a couple drunks limp over the fences and the smell of alcohol starts to overwhelm your senses.

“Wasn’t planning on it, my head hurt super bad last time gosh..”

But Taehyun doesn’t carry on the conversation further apart from lending out a hand to pull you by his side before you could even get both feet out of the car, a strong hand glues to your waist as he strides up the stairs where the music was truly concentrated, poor Gigi was still trying to stumble her way up to follow after you ><

You’ve gotten used to the crave of booming sound blasting in your ear but not quite to the numerous stares you always get whenever you walk through, usually either in an attempt to rate you suitable enough for Taehyun and Soobin or in an attempt to oggle shamelessly at your ass with all the tight dresses Soobin swears he lives by.

“Tae! Y/N come over!” Yeonjun hollers from a far distance dressed in a loose sports jersey at an empty pool table with a couple others gathered around it, most likely for a drinking game. He’s beaming like he’s been waiting eons to see you again and it’s proven right when he snatches you out of Taehyun’s hold and in to his lap.

“Oh my bad, there’s only a seat for Taehyun left~ I guess we’ll just have to share one together okay sweetheart?”

Anyone paying attention can blatantly see the stack of chairs behind him that were unused but your tunnel vision only focuses on Yeonjun’s roaming hand which rubs along your side down to the crevice of your inner thigh, touching too dangerously close than you’d expect >< And if the glare on Heeseung’s face at the opposite end of the cleared pool table wasn’t speaking volumes to you then Taehyun’s intense stare for sure did.

“What’s up Hee? You don’t look so good.” His voice drips like honey in a condescending tone.

“Didn’t take you to be such a clingy guy, I’ll gladly give up my seat for her.” The other male responds, attempting to keep the tension level, but the vein popping out of his forehead from strain says other wise as he pours himself a shot off the girl next to him.

“Likewise, Minho told me a little something the other day.”

“That fucker..”

The music pulsed through the dimly lit room as people clustered in groups, swaying with drinks in hand, laughter mixing with the bass of shitty house music as they shoved in and out of the area around the pool table.

It wasn’t obvious, but the tension in the room started to bend between the two men and everyone was waiting for the moment it would break.

Yeonjun laughs obnoxiously enough to pass off as sarcastic, mimicking wiping tears from his eyes as he claps his hands in entertainment at Heeseung.

“You’re funny Hee, honestly,” he pats down on your thigh again before slithering his hand up to your neck to play with the dainty gold necklace which accentuated your sun-kissed skin, “you’re just so desirable aren’t you, baby?”

Confused, you just had to look right up at him with those sparkling eyes didn’t you? One more second of eye contact and Yeonjun thinks he’ll explode quite literally; he needs to blow off some steam (most likely at Heeseung) before he blows a load without even being touched in front of his drinking buddies at parties he’s had since starting uni. That’s when he spots it, a subtle glint in his eye no one else catches except Taehyun who’s boringly swirling the liquid in his cup leaning all his weight on to one shoulder.

“You trust me don’t you sweetheart? I’m gonna pull a little stunt for everyone over here, you’ll be a good girl for me and show them right?” Yeonjun whispers so sultrily it’s like your entranced by everything he does, the finger he’s dropped from your necklace that slides between and down the seams at your chest, looking back down at you once he stops his finger between the mounds of flesh only to cock his head to the side as if he wanted something.

And whatever he wanted with your chest you gave him. Instantly, he’s propping you up all prettily on to the pool table which makes Heeseung kiss his teeth because he can basically predict what kind of stunt the manwhore Choi Yeonjun is capable of, he doesn’t give two shits about what people think about him- not when the girls lined around the table are begging to get a piece of him too.

What was once a drink in Taehyun’s hand is now snatched off him by Yeonjun who observes the contents, fruit juice, that’s cute- he thinks, Taehyun’s probably assigned to the steering wheel tonight.

Staring straight in to his eyes it’s like you’re lost in a trance while he tilts your chin upwards towards him gently, the cold of his finger tips from holding the iced cup started to nip barely at your skin, and for a moment the noise fades- replaced by the sound of your pulse threatening to come out of the cavity of your chest any moment now as he holds your mouth still.

Sweet. Something sweet and fruity trickles down your throat delectably- a contrast to the usual alcohol Soobin would plead you in to trying every time. He pours the red liquid down your throat which is unable to keep up with the pace of the down pour and instead starts to diverge down your chin and drip down between the crevice of your chest which heaves up and down at him.

There’s a couple or ‘ohhh’s and ‘ahhh’s that the show you put on gained from the rest of the pool table, clapping and cheering for you to chug it ‘faster’ and ‘swallow it all” as you gulp down the last few drops of the juice, cold and sharp, but it’s nothing compared to the burn of his gaze which sparked something different, something electric.

“Good girl.” are the last words you hear before you’re pushed back against the hard wood of the pool table padded with splotches of red juice among the forest green as your hair spreads across the surface messily. A quick tug is all that Yeonjun needs to rip the seams of the maroon dress Soobin had bought you, earning him a gasp and frantic tapping to his shoulder in panic of how expensive the dress was.

“Relax, baby, I’ll buy you a new one jus’ let me show them.”

Your tits are spilling out of the dress as the thread snaps one after the other after being restricted by a bra that Yeonjun unclasps with expertise, the flat of his tongue is desperate to suck at the sticky remnants of juice between the mounds of flesh, licking his lips at the taste of watermelon. “No turning back after this baby, are you sure?” He whispers loud enough for only you to hear among the loud funk of music blasting all throughout but the only thing that clouds your mind is the drag of his tongue against your nipples which perk up under the reveal of colder again, so you nod your head gently, letting him swirl his tongue over the nub of your nipples, pinching them between his teeth lightly and sucking off of them with a lewd pop!-

From the end of the pool table Heeseung spins Yeonjun a light metal can which he bites the lid off; white whipped cream dollops on top of your tits which sensibly has his mouth panting like a bitch in heat as the older male dives back in to latch on to the heat of your nipples, squeezing the other boob with his giant hand which only erupts a bubble of moans out of your throat.

Everyone here is watching you intently, at the way Yeonjun’s eating off your tits like a starved man, the way your chest sits so prettily for him to enjoy and in jealousy of both of you at the pornographic sight. Apart from Taehyun who’s digging his nails in to his thigh so hard he’s probably drawing blood.

He doesn’t like it one bit, that Yeonjun’s showing you off to a whole audience of lustful men cheering and jostling over to get a better view- he hates it more than anything that Yeonjun’s got a taste of you before he did, so he does something completely irresponsible to his best friend.

“What the fuck? Hah!” A new completely drenched Yeonjun detaches himself from marking all sorts of pink and purple bruises on your chest which makes you whine at the loss of contact, looking straight towards the culprit- Taehyun who’s squeezing a now empty water bottle with a cold discerning eye.

“Pack it up fucker, let her go.” Taehyun hisses and tosses the empty plastic lazily behind him, grabbing your wrists and pulling you upright against his chest which stirs a bunch of uproar around the table. The party lights dim further the more Yeonjun stays silent; combing a hand through his dripping hair and cussing under his breath.

“Oh yeah? Guess Soobin’s been telling you how heavenly she tastes down there too huh? Bet she feels a fucking lot like it too, because the moment it’s my turn everyone wants a taste now too hm?” He sends an indirect hint towards Heeseung who’s shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an attempt to hide the growing erection in his sweatpants, eyeing the way the two men were fighting over you.

But you don’t want to have Taehyun and Yeonjun fighting like this over who gets to have you :(( You’d hate to get Taehyun all hot and bothered because you haven’t paid him any attention since you arrived.

You tug gently on Taehyun’s shirt and speak in a meek voice, “B-both of you..can share?”

Yeonjun smiles fondly at your suggestion, he never really thought about ‘sharing’ but your eagerness turns him on so fucking much and it’s sending shockwaves straight to his throbbing cock.

“You sure princess? Everyone’s going to be watching.” Taehyun’s whisper melts in your ear, but you couldn’t care less about what others saw of you today, not when you can feel the imprint of Taehyun’s boner prodding at you through his jeans, giddy over the fact that he doesn’t dislike you as much as you thought he did with the way he’s practically fucking your ass already with how hard he is.

More rallying fills your ear as Taehyun lifts you up off the pool table and on to the nearby coffee table in one swift motion, a stealthy audience following straight behind as Yeonjun places a small cushion where your knees rested, guiding your hands to press on to the cold metal of the table while Taehyun settles behind you. “been waiting for this for month princess you don’t even know.” The low vibrato of Taehyun’s confessions shoot straight to your core and clasps your thighs together in anticipation.

Taehyun doesn’t want to break you, oh not quite yet, so he hitches up the fabric of your dress just below your tits to give him space to hook your black laced panties to the side with one finger, a whole litre of slick pulsing out of your pussy wildly. He scoops it up to show the clear liquid staining his fingers to Yeonjun who moans at the sight,

“Fuck baby you’re so drenched already? Shit that’s so hot, didn’t know you liked being slutted out to us so badly~”

“Shut up and fuck her mouth already.”

Duh, he was obviously going to with the way his hand itched to pull down the fly of his zipper to pull out his fully erect cock, lean and prettily curved at the base, tapping teasingly against the flat of his stomach as he presses his flushed tip against your pursed lips. The taste of precum make you wince at the saltiness but you give puppy licks to it anyway, savouring every last drop.

“O-oh don’t do that baby I’m sensitive there.” He really will cum singlehandedly if you continue to give gentle lips at his reddened cockhead, you’d think he was joking if he wasn’t profusely sweating and laughing nervously.

In the mean time, Taehyun’s fisting his cock with his spit-covered hand, each vein that rang along it pulsing and twitching as he watched your weak attempt at sucking Yeonjun off.

“Go on. I won’t fuck you until you start sucking like a proper bitch.” He spits. An unoccupied hand reaches to grab a tussle of your hair to guide your mouth towards Yeonjun who’s desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth and he’s not disappointed at all!!

Your hand works at twisting at the base all the way up towards where your lips met his tip, sucking ludicrously through your clumsy hand work, globs of saliva dripping down your chin and on to his balls as he tried to hold himself back from bucking in to your face and fucking it directly instead. The sounds of you gagging around his cock drives him insane from the extra stimulation from the vibrations of moans gargling down your throat.

“S-so obedient for me, such a good slut aren’t you? Can see why Soobin’s so eager to a-ah, fuck, to eat you out every time hm? I won’t be that easy on you baby, I’m only getting started.” A mantra of moans falls from Yeonjun’s open mouth as he throws his head back in gruelling pleasure, the combination of the warmth of your mouth and the fat tears threatening to fall from your eyes is heavenly, so pornographic he’ll come apart the moment he locks eyes with you.

“You can go deeper than that you whore, I know you’ve taken more with Soobin.”

Slap!-

Taehyun strikes a hand against the globe of your ass which stings causing you to yelp and lurch further forward on Yeonjun’s throbbing cock, cheeks glowing red even under dim lighting, the hand print starting to swell only ticks the built up anger in Taehyun further as he pushes through his saliva-lubed cockhead between your folds finally.

The feeling of your gummy walls clamping down right on to the foreign feeling of being dicked down for the first time like a vice drives him insane, Taehyun’s head leans forward to the point that his hair is covering his eyes, staying still for a moment so he doesn’t cum straight away because he’s embarrassingly close already.

“Fuck this slutty pussy’s so tight, if you don’t relax princess you’re gonna snap my dick off-“

But Taehyun doesn’t wait for you to get used to the size of him, he doesn’t hesitate in pounding you right in to the table, the prodding of his cockhead against your cervix so deep you could feel it in your gut!! <33 He’s relentless with it too, each thrust harsher and deeper than the last, hitting so rough you were on cloud 9!!

“You like that don’t you bitch? Want everyone to see how big of a whore you are for your roommate and his best friend huh?” Taehyun mutters from his lips, screwed shut and biting them hard enough to draw blood.

“T-that’s it baby shit shit shit keep sucking me like that, god.” Yeonjun holds on to your bobbing head to keep in place as he picks up the pace, thrusting his thick cock down past the uvula of your throat to chase his high, his balls slapping against your chin at a chasing rhythm. The feeling of being filled up so deliciously in both of your dripping holes starts to become unbearable as you choke on Yeonjun’s dick, causing him to pull out and lightly tap his cock against your face before cooing at you,

“what’s wrong baby? Too much for you?” You look back up at him, still whimpering from Taehyun starting to ruin your soaked cunt from behind and talking in broken sentences,

“can- ngh! Can feel you all the way h-here mmh fuck, Tyun!” You grin dumbly at him, pointing towards the middle of your throat so cock dumb and fucked out, and the sight of it all sends Yeonjun on edge, he can’t cum yet- he needs to hold it in a bit longer but all he can focus on is the dirty image replaying over and over in his head like an x-rated movie scene, the way your tongue is slightly lolling out from pleasure with the way Taehyun’s trying to fuck a baby in to you at the rate he’s going, a hand plush against your tit to engineer him to his release quicker, the harsh grip on it is bound to leave you sore tomorrow.

Slap!-

”No one told you to fucking stop slut. Go on, show Yeonjun how desperate of a whore you are to make him cum hm?” Taehyun’s hips are starting to stutter as his thrusts become sloppier, his thighs are starting to buckle in the more your cunt clenches and sucks him in further making him groan in pleasure as he manhandles the fat of your ass.

“Should’ve fucked you earlier y-yeah?”

Another slap lands on your ass which makes you moan around Yeonjun’s reentering cock, creating bliss for him as he picks up the pace to chase after his release, your hips wiggle back to feel Taehyun’s thrusts harder and closer, each stroke of his cock deliciously abrasive against the inside of your walls.

“Probably was planning on taking us both like this anyways with how often you walk around with- ugh shit, those flimsy shorts in. Just a whore pleading to be dicked down constantly aren’t you? ‘ Can feel you clenching down on me fuck- you like it when I call you those nasty words don’t you? Bet Soobin never fucks you this good, bet his cock’s never reached this deep inside you.”

Taehyun lifts your hips slightly higher at angle which makes you feel everything, the singular bulge of the large vein running along his dick makes your eyes roll back as you feel the knot building up in your stomach start to come undone, feeling waves of overwhelming pleasure flood over you while Yeonjun simultaneously pulls his dick out of your mouth again, nearing his own high as he gives his dick a couple more strokes towards your face.

“You’ll let me record this won’t you? Wanna show Soobin how good you’re being for us hm?”

“A-ah!~ Yes just please jjunie, give it to me!” The sticking out of your tongue ready to swallow his cum in to your mouth makes him reel in all sorts of lewd images as he presses the red ‘record’ button, he’s jerking off his cock until it hurts like a bitch before spurting out thick ropes of white that paints your tongue, swallowing it before sticking it out again to show how obediently you’re following his instructions as Taehyun still plows in to you from behind.

“Tch. Always so incompetent, couldn’t even last a second in her mouth can you?” Taehyun’s comment irks Yeonjun further; he grabs you by the chin to twist your head back towards the camera, focusing on the tear stains that ran through your makeup and the drool still leaking out of your chin.

You feel the way Taehyun hits a particular sensitive spot which makes you squeal, “Fuck ! Taehyun fuck me harder please I’m so close!!~” Your voice is whinier than ever before,

“Gonna cum for daddy? That’s right slut, bet that’s all that’s running through that little head of yours.” You unravel on his dick, cumming all over him as he follows not too quickly behind, filling you up with his gloopy seed and pressing in to you just a little longer to savour the moment.

“Fuck you bastard you came in her.” Heeseung groans with his dick in his hand, the whole table is filled with phones recording and girls eyeing your blissed out state in jealousy, thinking of whatever dirty rumour you had to prepare for next.

“You’ll live, she started birth control since she started messing about with Soobin anyway.” He laughs as he reaches out a finger to spread your hole wider, watching your puffy cunt attempts to push out his cum, only for it to end in futile effort as he forces it back in. At the same time Yeonjun presses a chaste kiss to your forehead,

“You’re so good baby, might have to keep you for myself.” He winks before wiping off the remaining mixture of cum and drool off your chest, instead looking over towards the crowd.

“Jealous? I can see you’re seething right now Heeseung it’s hilarious, bet you can’t cum without the feeling of her can you?” Laughing and throwing up a middle finger towards the infuriated receiver, Taehyun cleans you up amidst cheers from his friends and dirty comments about ‘how hot that was’ , he leans over to whisper in your ear.

“You did well for me today princess, handled it like a good girl hm? Does it hurt anywhere?”

You shake your head and blink rapidly, tugging on his shirt again to make him lean down further in to your scent, “No, I liked it, you make me feel good Taehyun.”

He understands it now, heck everyone sat near the coffee table understands it, how you’ve earned the title of ‘Campus Sweetheart’ because it’s disgusting how desirable you are when your holes are being absolutely ruined by two men, something to keep their minds going for weeks.

And Soobin who’s back at the apartment and groggily rubbing his eyes to see the attachment Yeonjun sent him can see it too, specifically on the thumbnail which gives him the clearest view of just how dirty you are!! <3

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[obscuretobyfox]

congrats on the 10k!!!!

question: what’s your favorite toby fox song ever?

THIS IS AN IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION!!!! /silly

It's hard to really nail down my favorite, so I'm just gonna run through a ton of them!!! After all Deltarune Chapter 4 gave us THIS:

I remember getting distracted while playing and standing still because I was just trying to count the time signatures LOL

Not to mention this masterpiece, which had my jaw on the floor when it dropped!! I remember saying "ok yeah this is gonna play the whole area that's why its so good"

Homestuck is in an entirely different category for me, because this is not Toby composing video game music, but rather SCORING animated sequences, which leads to these super dynamic and exciting tracks!!

This one is also a personal favorite of mine, I think if there's one thing that's inspired my own music the most it's everything Toby ever did for Homestuck. (I should really finish that comic someday)

This is also, by far, my favorite official version of Megalovania out there. I'm always a sucker for electric guitar, and it is CRAZY in this track.

This one is just straight beautiful, and reminds me a lot of things we would hear later in Deltarune!

This one.. is just crazy, what else can I say!! (Also, 1:21 sounds suspiciously familiar to a certain TV-Head's recent boss theme.. Hmm...) Fun fact, the name of this song was chosen by Homestuck fans, as Toby decided to give them the option, and "Oppa Toby Style" was the result!

A lesser known track, made for the "I Miss You" Earthbound tribute album in 2012 (Said album also contains the original Fallen Down and what the fandom would turn into Megalo Strike Back) I just like how ominous and experimental this one is, it gets stuck in my head at the most random times.

This track is probably familiar to most of you by this point, specifically for a motif used at 0:54 that has later appeared in Deltarune several times!! Despite the connection, however, this is just a really funky Kirby-esque boss theme that I love a lot :3

This one has a lot of similarities to the aforementioned TV WORLD, and I would definitely say its high up there!! I wish Toby Fox would go crazy with breakbeats again one day.. Purrhaps.. I can only put 10 videos to a post, so that's it for now!! (I may reblog this later with some more of my favorites, though..) Thank you for your ask!!

[bluebnny]

Can u make a luffy x reader smut friend with benefits?

monkey d luffy x reader

contents: luffy fucking you in the storage room at your work :) – reader has a vagina, but gender is not specified

warnings: smut, P in V sex, maybe slight voyeurism?, MDNI

a/n: yes, anon, yes i can :) thank you for the request! I didn’t make reader a pirate, as i always find that dynamic to be a little more interesting. Also, sorry if you wanted me to get more into the "friends with benefits" aspect of it. This is more focused on the smut than their specific relationship. Anyway, hope you like it! <3

(Dividers made by me)

word count: 1.020

Luffy is the same in every area of his life: messy, spontaneous, and carefree. But he is also the most enthusiastic person you know, burning with an intense passion that shines through in everything he does.

Even if that “thing” is you.

“Ahh- fuck. Luffy, more, please…” Here you are, in the storage room of the bar you work at, with your face pressed up against the wall. You’re doing your very best to keep your moans under control, trying to end the night with both your job and dignity intact. But he is not making it easy.

“Sure you can handle more?” Even when he’s breathless and panting, he somehow manages to joke around, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning.

Luffy snaps his hips roughly into yours, mesmerized by the way your ass and thighs shake with every harsh thrust. He’s impossibly deep now, using so much force that his hips still for half a second before pulling back again. You feel him pressing himself all the way inside, and the way it hurts so deliciously has your eyes rolling back in your head.

He goes on for what feels like forever and at the same time not long enough to your dizzy mind. All you know for sure is the pleasure building inside you, making you let out a string of whines and whimpers at the intensity of it.

He’s ramming himself into you from behind, keeping a steady pace. One hand is on the back of your head, the other on your hip to keep you from squirming away, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

You’re a whole different story. Hair messy and mouth half open, you’re barely able to contain your whimpers of pleasure. You have a hand on the wall, trying – and failing – to steady yourself, as your shaky legs are not helping much at the moment. Your other hand is placed on Luffy’s abs, whether to make him slow down from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, or to ask for more, you couldn’t even say yourself. All you know is that you’ve been craving this ever since you heard this morning that the straw hats had docked at your town again.

You and Luffy had met not too long ago but quickly considered yourselves friends. However, it didn’t stay like that for very long, as your friendship had swiftly evolved into something a little… more.

It had happened on a drunken night a few months back. Luffy and the straw hats had visited your island for a quick stop to restock and have some fun on land, going to your bar for a few drinks to catch up with you. You had joined them, seeing as you were off work that night. One thing had led to another, and you had found yourself under him on his ship, just about coherent enough to pant and moan out as the breath was repeatedly being knocked out of you by none other than the captain himself.

Ever since that night, you were addicted.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly.” He groans into the back of your head, bending over a little from the delicious feeling.

You honestly couldn’t tell anymore from how blissed out you are, no longer in control of your body. Retaining just enough sense to be aware that your boss is tending the bar on the other side of the door, and remembering that you were trying not to be too loud.

But Luffy gives a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping out despite your best efforts. You’re beyond grateful for the deafening music playing throughout the establishment. Without it, you’re sure everyone would hear exactly what you two are up to.

“Careful, or everyone out there will hear you.” He teases.

“I- I can’t.” You breathe out. How the hell are you supposed to keep any sense of control when he’s making you feel this good? But the mortifying thought of someone catching you like this sends a shiver down your spine and you clench down harder around him.

“Fuck, you like that?” He’s chuckling, but it’s coming out a little choppy from his rapid movements.

“Luffy… I’m close. Ah!” You let out another squeak when his hand moves from your head down to your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles that have you breaking on the spot.

Your mind is reeling from the orgasm crashing through you, your entire body shaking and convulsing from the intensity. Both your hands are now planted against the wall from the effort of holding yourself up.

Your pussy is helplessly spasming around his thick cock, which Luffy is still slamming into you. But you can tell he must be close from how desperate his thrusts are getting. It doesn’t take much before he’s cumming too. With a groan, he releases into you in thick spurts, his pace slowing down for the first time.

You both start to come down from the intense sensation, and you feel like you might actually fall now. Your legs start shaking even more violently as the tension leaves your body. But just as you’re about to collapse, you feel Luffy’s steadying grip around your middle, and he helps you sit on a spare chair in the corner of the room.

“You alright?” He asks you after a moment, his mind clearly still reeling from everything.

“Yeah. Just got to regain my breath.” How the hell was he already so energetic again? You feel like you’ve just run a marathon. At least your legs do.

“Yeah… fuck that was hot!” Is all he says, and when you look up to se his characteristic smile back on his face, you can’t help but mirror it.

“It was. Alright I’m good now I think.” You search for your pants which are somewhere on the floor of the storage, meanwhile hoping that your hair doesn’t look too much of a mess as you don’t have a mirror to check. But judging by how Luffy looks, your hopes are not too high.

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[anon-188]

salt, sweat, + sex wax

pairing: jj x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: 1.7k

summary: salt, sweat, and pineapple sex wax—jj maybank’s signature scent. oh, and the reason why you ended up on your knees for him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), kook!reader (light), oral sex (m!receiving), semi-public oral sex, fwb dynamic, surf wax kink (sort of?), praise, strong language, brief alcohol mention. all characters are 18+!

a/n: this is my first post for jj!!! i hope you like it <3

It was one of the hottest days of the summer—no breeze, no clouds, just an unrelenting sun. The kind that made the whole island feel slower, stickier. Like it was melting from the inside out.

You’d just gotten back from your annual family trip. The one you tried to dodge every year and never could. No matter how hard you pushed, your parents called it “nonnegotiable.”

So you went. Wore the linen. Smiled on cue. Sat through brunches with bottomless mimosas and mindless small talk. Laughed when it was expected, even when nothing was funny.

But it was over now. Done. The trip cut short for some business deal—typical. Either way you were back on Kildare Island.

Your feet hit the sand, anklet catching the light, sunglasses already in place. You wore a white bikini top, tied in a bow behind your neck, with tiny gold accents that matched the jewelry layered at your collarbone. Your shorts were denim, frayed just enough to look careless but still expensive. 

A towel hung loosely over your shoulder, more for accessory than necessity. The designer beach bag at your side was stuffed with all the usual suspects—sunscreen, lip gloss, and a few things you didn’t need but brought anyway.

You were meeting your friends, just like you promised. Playing the part. Just like you always had.

But then you saw him.

He was coming up from the shoreline, surfboard tucked under his arm. Sun on his shoulders. Saltwater dripping from his hair.

JJ Maybank.

Your stomach clenched—tight, aching. Not from nerves. This wasn’t the flutter of something innocent. It was need. A familiar pull that had been simmering just under your skin since the second you left.

It’d been weeks.

Which meant too long without his hands, his mouth, that cocky voice right in your ear.

You told yourself to walk away, to meet up with your friends like you said you would.

But you didn’t.

Couldn’t.

You walked up to him slowly, the sand hot beneath your feet. He was a little ways off from the rest of the crowd, where the beach thinned out and no one else had bothered to spread. It was quieter here, more open. Like he picked it on purpose.

Sliding your sunglasses off, you tucked them into your bag, eyes dragging over him now without the barrier.

The sun hit just right as you approached, catching on the messy fall of his dirty blonde hair. He had a towel slung around his neck, the ends hanging loose and brushing against his chest every time he moved.

His skin was golden, tan in a way that only came from living out here year-round, and his muscles flexed slightly as he adjusted his board in the sand like he didn’t feel you watching.

“Hey,” you said, soft, like a question more than a greeting.

JJ barely looked at you, still adjusting the angle of his board.

“Thought you said another week,” he said flatly, like he couldn’t be bothered to care either way.

“Yeah, well. I’m back early,” you replied, voice a little tighter now.

He nodded once. No smile. Just that and nothing else.

You glanced over your shoulder, checking for your friends—just in case—but they were nowhere in sight.

Then you heard it—low, offhand, but it landed like a hook.

“You need somethin’, princess?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the way he said it, then slowly turned your eyes back to him.

“Just saw you out there, that’s all,” you said, keeping your tone neutral.

After a beat, you nodded toward the Twinkie parked a little further back, its busted paint and sun-faded curtains impossible to miss. “You by yourself?”

His gaze finally lifted, sharp and unreadable.

“Yeah. Why?”

He said it like he didn’t know what you wanted. Like he hadn’t been the one texting you drunk two nights ago, or looking at you like that before you left. He always did this—played sour when you went too long without talking or fucking.

You almost turned around. Almost left him standing there in the heat with his board and whatever ego trip he was on today.

Your phone started vibrating in your back pocket. Once. Then again.

It was your friends—you didn’t have to check. You already knew. They were probably wondering where you were, why you hadn’t met them like you said you would.

You meant to leave it at that. You did.

But then JJ licked his bottom lip—slow, distracted—and you remembered exactly how his mouth tasted, and everything it could do.

Your stomach flipped again, tighter this time. That pull you thought you could bury suddenly louder, impossible to ignore.

The towel hit the sand first, followed by your bag, both forgotten the moment you stepped in close.

You curled your fingers into the fabric around his neck, and kissed him hard. No warning, no lead-in. Just mouth on mouth, teeth catching slightly, and the salt still lingering on his lips. 

You moved his hands to your waist, then lower, guiding one toward the top of your shorts until his fingers skimmed the edge. 

That got him.

He groaned into your mouth, his tone suddenly a hell of a lot different than it was a minute ago.

“Twinkie,” he muttered between kisses, voice rougher now, needier. “Go.”

You didn’t stop kissing him, but you did start walking—backward—letting him steer you across the sand. His hands stayed greedy, hungry.

When your shoulder blades hit metal, you barely noticed. He fumbled with the driver’s-side handle, swung the door open, and tossed his towel over it, all without letting his mouth leave yours.

He nudged your hips toward the open seat, trying to shuffle you into the space between him and the car, but you didn’t move. Your feet stayed planted in the warm sand.

His hands tightened on your waist as he tried again. “Come on,” he said against your mouth. He was smiling now, faintly, that tilt to his lips that always came right before he got exactly what he wanted.

But you hummed low in your throat, shaking your head just enough to tell him no.

Then your lips dropped to his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. He tasted like sun and salt and sweat, like he’d been out there for hours, soaked in heat and ocean. You breathed him in deeper—and then it hit you, soft and sudden. Something sweet.

Pineapple sex wax. His favorite.

The scent was unmistakable, that trace of surfboard wax still clinging to his chest and the edges of his ribs. 

God, you’d missed it. 

He always used too much of it. Sticky sweet in a way that shouldn’t have made your mouth water but did.

Your lips kept moving down his abdomen until your mouth traced the cut lines low on his stomach. His breath left him in a shaky rush, one hand bracing hard on the van’s doorframe as you sank to your knees in the patchy shade of the Twinkie. 

He looked wrecked already. Flushed. Jaw tight. Eyes locked on your mouth like it was a promise you were about to make good on.

JJ let out a quiet laugh, dry and strained. “You really wanna do this here, pretty?”

You didn’t answer.

Your hands slid to his hips, fingers slipping under the damp waistband of his shorts. You pulled just enough to free him, and he hissed softly through his teeth as the warm air hit his skin.

He was already half-hard, and it only took a few passes before he thickened in your hand—heavy and hot. The way he filled your grip made your own breath stutter, a quiet ache building between your legs as you watched the way he reacted. 

Then your mouth followed.

The moment your lips wrapped around him, JJ groaned—his voice barely holding together.

“Shit.”

His head tipped back, breath leaving him in one rough exhale. 

Your tongue traced along the underside of him, the taste hitting your mouth—heady and sharp, with that lingering sweetness you’d nearly forgotten. You moaned softly around him, the sound swallowed by your lips. 

Above you, his abs tensed hard, every muscle twitching as he watched your mouth work him over.

You kept going.

Sucking him deeper, taking your time, feeling him throb in your mouth with every pass of your tongue. Your eyes flicked up, and when they met his, the look on his face nearly made you moan again.

Brows pinched. Chest rising fast. Lips parted as he let out a broken sound. He tried to hold it in but failed—beautifully.

JJ gritted out another curse, your name tangled somewhere in it, like it burned on the way out. Like he’d almost come just from that.

And then your phone vibrated again in your pocket.

Once. Then again. And again.

You ignored it.

Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t falter. Just hummed softly around him, the sound teasing along every nerve he had. You let your mouth drag over him like you already knew exactly how close he was. Because you did.

“Jesus, just like that—don’t stop—“

His breath went sharp. One hand pressed harder against the doorframe, the other immediately wrapping in your hair. His thighs tensed tight on either side of you.

“Fuck. That mouth—” His voice cracked on the last word, and he looked down at you with wide, glazed eyes. “Pretty, I’m—”

The rest broke apart on a groan, long and hoarse, as he came in your mouth. You swallowed, eyes still on him, the warmth of it settling low in your stomach. His body sagged in front of you, head leaned back, chest heaving.

Then he was pulling you up, fast, hands finding your arms and dragging you to your feet. He kissed you hard, open-mouthed and messy, tasting himself on your lips.

He barely got his own shorts pulled up, just enough to tuck himself back in before he was on you again. His hands didn’t stop moving—palming your breasts, pushing into the front of your shorts, fingers curving into you with no patience at all.

“C'mon,” he said into your mouth. And this time, it wasn’t an ask.

He grabbed your waist, pushing you toward the back of the Twinkie, steps quick and uneven in the sand. He only let the kiss break for a second, just long enough to watch you climb in first.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, it was all skin on skin, your top long gone, his mouth everywhere. Nothing else mattered—not the heat, not the sand, not even the people who might walk by.

And while he never said it outright, every roll of his hips did:

Welcome back, princess.

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Just go with what I say

pairing: oh Beom-Seok x reader (weak hero)

wordcount: ~3.3k

warnings: dom!reader, sub!beom-seok, virgin!beom-seok, power dynamics, overstimulation, praise kink, marking (biting/hickeys), rough riding (cowgirl), wrist pinning, oral (m!receiving), creampie, dacryphilia (crying during orgasm), dirty talk, slight aftercare, possessive behavior, reader is baek-jin’s sister (even though he makes no appearance), implied gang violence (non-graphic), reader uses “baby,” “good boy”

Beom-Seok knew he was being followed.

It started with the sound—low engine rumbles creeping behind him like a warning growl. At first, he told himself it was coincidence. Just a few guys out on bikes, taking the same route. Nothing more.

But then he turned the same corner. Once. Twice. Three times.

And they were still there.

His hands clenched the straps of his backpack tighter. Shoulders hunched. He kept his head low, trying to stay invisible, but the roar of engines only felt louder in the silence of the empty street. They were trailing him slowly now, like they were waiting for him to slip. Waiting for him to panic.

‘They’ll stop eventually… right?’ he told himself. ‘They’re just trying to scare me.’

That’s when he felt it—a hand sliding around his shoulders from behind. A body pressing into his side.

His entire body jolted, ready to flinch, but then—

“Hey, babe!”

A girl’s voice. Loud, cheerful, familiar in a way that made no sense.

He blinked, heart racing as she leaned in close.

“Should’ve told me you were on your way,” she said sweetly, her smile wide and bright—but he could feel the tension in her body, see the stiffness in her jaw.

“I would’ve come sooner.”

Then her voice dropped, barely audible over the rumble of the motorbikes still behind them.

“You’re being followed. Just go with whatever I say.”

Beom-Seok didn’t know who she was, didn’t even get a good look at her face yet, but there was something in her voice—certainty. Control. It cut through the chaos in his mind like a blade.

He nodded, almost imperceptibly.

She adjusted her hold on him, tucking herself against his side like a girlfriend out for a late-night walk. Her body was warm, her hand firm against his chest as she leaned in and whispered something about how long her day had been, how glad she was to see him.

Every word was a lie for show.

But behind them, the motorbikes began to slow.

One of the gang members cursed under his breath.

“Wait… is that her? That’s—fuck—Baek-Jin’s sister.”

Another one muttered, “You serious? She’s the one that broke that kid’s jaw last semester—”

Brakes squealed. One of the bikes turned sharply and sped off. The rest followed.

Gone.

⸻

Beom-Seok didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until the silence settled again.

She finally let go, stepping back just enough to face him. He turned, eyes wide, confused and breathless. The streetlight above them flickered faintly, casting a soft glow over her features.

He finally saw her—sharp eyes, calm expression, a quiet kind of power.

“You good?” she asked casually, as if she hadn’t just scared off a whole gang with nothing but a fake smile and a whisper.

“Y-Yeah…” he mumbled, still dazed. “W-Who are you?”

She gave him a small, knowing smile and told him her name.

“I’m Baek-Jin’s little sister. Right-hand, too.”

His throat went dry. He’d heard of her. Everyone had. People said she was worse than Baek-Jin himself—quieter, smarter, and more dangerous.

He felt dizzy.

“You shouldn’t walk home alone,” she said, eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced down the empty road. “Especially not when Gil-Su’s crew is out looking for people to fuck with.”

She hesitated, then added, “Come with me.”

Beom-Seok blinked. “What?”

“To my place,” she said. “They might still be lurking. I don’t want them finding out where you live.”

His heart skipped.

He should’ve said no. He didn’t even know her. But something about her voice—low and calm, something about the way she looked at him like he was something worth protecting—it made him nod without thinking.

“O-Okay.”

Beom-Seok stood awkwardly in the middle of her apartment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

He was too nervous to sit.

Too aware of her presence—how calmly she moved, the way she kicked her boots off by the door like this was just another Tuesday. Like she hadn’t just saved his ass.

He clutched his backpack straps tighter.

“Relax,” she said without looking at him. Her voice was even. Low. “They’re not coming.”

She disappeared into the kitchen. He heard the fridge open. A bottle cap twist.

“You want water?” she called.

He nodded, realized she couldn’t see that, then croaked out, “Yeah—yes, please.”

She tossed it to him over the counter, and this time, he caught it. Barely.

She smirked a little when he fumbled it against his chest.

“You’re jumpy,” she said, stepping back into the main room. “That wasn’t even a fast throw.”

Beom-Seok swallowed, shoulders tense. “I-I’m not used to… people. Helping me.”

“No shit,” she said casually, crossing her arms. “You looked like a rabbit about to get hit by a truck back there.”

He blinked. “Sorry—”

“Don’t apologize.”

Her voice snapped like a whip. Not harsh, not angry. Just… final.

His mouth shut immediately.

She nodded toward the couch.

“Sit. You’re making me anxious.”

He obeyed, stiffly settling on the edge of the cushion.

She sat beside him—close. Not touching, but just enough to make the hair on his neck stand up. The room felt too quiet. Her presence took up all the air.

“What’s your name?” she asked suddenly.

“…Beom-Seok.”

She hummed. “You go to Eunjang, right?”

He nodded. “Y-Yeah. Class 2-3.”

She glanced at him. He looked away too fast. She didn’t.

“You always stutter when girls talk to you?”

He froze.

Her voice wasn’t mocking. It was teasing, sure. But curious. Intrigued.

He peeked at her from the corner of his eye—at the sharp line of her jaw, the loose strands of hair falling in her face, the faint scar above her brow.

“O-Only when they’re…” He stopped.

She raised a brow. “Only when they’re what?”

He swallowed hard. “Scary.”

That made her laugh. A low, amused sound that did things to him he wasn’t ready to examine.

“You think I’m scary?”

He nodded. Quickly.

She shifted, turning to face him more fully. Elbow resting on the back of the couch, fingers ghosting under her chin. Studying him.

“I think you’re scared of a lot of things,” she said quietly. “But I don’t think you should be scared of me.”

His breath caught.

“You shouldn’t be scared of someone who’d fight off five guys for you.”

Beom-Seok didn’t know what to say. His hands were clenched between his knees. His chest tight with something unfamiliar—like gratitude, but deeper. Hungrier.

You leaned in a little, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You aren’t scared of me, are you?”

He shook his head. Honest. Dazed. “N-No…”

“Good.”

A beat passed. She reached up, casually brushed a bit of lint off his shoulder, then let her hand drift—just slightly—across the base of his throat. Testing. Watching him react.

He flinched. Barely. But he didn’t pull away.

Her fingers hovered there for a moment.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

She smiled. This time, it was soft. Almost… warm.

“Don’t apologize,” she repeated, gentler now. “Just breathe.”

The silence in the room thickened like honey.

Your fingers were still brushing the base of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken under your touch. His lips were slightly parted, eyes flicking down to your mouth like he couldn’t help it.

You tilted your head, voice barely above a breath.

“You want me to stop?”

He shook his head. Fast. Desperate.

“Say it,” you whispered.

“No,” he breathed. “Don’t stop.”

You smirked—there it was.

Your hand slid upward, fingers cupping the side of his neck with slow control. He whimpered. Whimpered. And when you leaned in and kissed him, it was soft—at first.

But when he kissed you back? When his fingers clumsily grabbed at your hoodie like he didn’t know what else to do with himself?

That’s when you bit his lip.

He gasped.

And that gasp gave you the perfect opening to push your tongue into his mouth, tasting the leftover fear and adrenaline on him like sugar. You straddled his lap without asking—without needing to. His hands flew to your hips like instinct, like he’d never wanted to be this close to anyone before.

“Is this your first time?” you asked between kisses, your mouth hot against his jaw, then his throat.

He nodded quickly.

“You wanna stop?”

“N-No. Please… please don’t stop.”

“Good boy.”

He shuddered.

You slid your hands under his shirt—slowly, deliberately—feeling the lean muscle beneath his trembling body. His breath stuttered when your nails scraped lightly down his sides. His thighs shifted under you, twitching.

“You’re so sensitive,” you purred. “Bet you’ll come so fast if I just grind on you.”

You rolled your hips once. Just once.

His head fell back against the couch, eyes fluttering.

“F-Fuck—!”

“That easy?” you teased. “God, you’re adorable.”

He made a strangled sound, trying to hide his face. You didn’t let him. You grabbed his jaw, fingers gripping firmly, making him look at you.

“Don’t look away. You stay right here with me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah—yes, I promise.”

You rewarded him with another roll of your hips—this time slower, letting the friction build between you, his cock already rock-hard under you and leaking through his pants. You hadn’t even touched him properly yet.

You leaned forward, lips brushing his ear.

“You gonna let me take care of you, baby?”

“Y-Yes, please—please I-I want—”

You cut him off by biting down on his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. He moaned. Moaned. Loud and broken and so fucking needy it made your pussy throb.

You pulled back, stood up, and held your hand out.

“Come to the bedroom.”

He stumbled to his feet, pupils blown, hands shaking. You led him like a dog on a leash.

⸻

You pushed him down onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and finally tugged at his belt.

“Take it off.”

He obeyed so fast he almost fumbled it. You watched the way his hands shook, the way he swallowed like his throat was dry. When his pants and boxers hit the floor, his dick slapped up against his stomach—long, flushed, already dripping.

You clicked your tongue.

“Already this hard? I haven’t even sucked you off yet.”

Beom-Seok whimpered, hips twitching.

You took your shirt off slowly. Let him watch.

His eyes trailed over every inch of you—thirsty, reverent, helpless.

Then you got on your knees between his legs.

You didn’t touch him right away. Just leaned in close, lips brushing his tip without taking him in. His hips jerked. You pressed a hand flat to his stomach.

“Don’t move unless I say so.”

“O-Okay—okay—”

You licked a slow stripe from base to tip. He choked.

Then finally—finally—you took him in.

All the way.

“F-Fuck—oh my god—ah, ah—please—!”

You sucked him off like you were starving. Eyes locked on his. Every time he tried to buck his hips, you pulled off with a warning.

“Stay still, baby. You wanna come already?”

“N-No—I mean—yes—just—fuck—!”

You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip, then down, letting spit drip from your mouth to his cock as you jerked him slow and firm.

His hands gripped the sheets like a lifeline.

You could feel him getting close. His thighs shaking. Stomach tensing.

You stopped.

He whined.

“Why’d you stop—?!”

“Because I’m not done with you yet,” you said, crawling over him again. You slipped off your pants and panties and straddled him. Lined him up.

“You want this?” you asked, grinding against his leaking tip, letting him feel the heat of your cunt.

“Yes—yes please—fuck, I want you—”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours—yours—please, fuck me—”

You sank down on him in one smooth motion.

He screamed.

“FUCK—!”

You rode him hard. No mercy. His hands flew to your hips but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, forcing him to take every inch while your walls fluttered around him.

“You feel that?” you whispered, panting in his ear. “That’s what you get for being so good.”

He was already close again—soaked in sweat, eyes rolling back.

“Can I—please can I come, please—!”

“Beg.”

“Please—please let me come—I need it—please I’ve never—fuck—!”

You slammed down on him hard once, twice, and he shattered.

Hot, thick ropes inside you, his entire body convulsing under you like he was short-circuiting.

You didn’t stop. Not until he was sobbing.

“Too much—f-fuck—”

“Shh,” you whispered. “You’re fine. You’re mine.”

And when he finally stopped shaking, when his eyes fluttered closed and he exhaled like he’d just been reborn—you kissed his forehead and whispered sweet praises into his ear

He’s a mess. Chest heaving, eyes glazed, skin flushed and damp.

You wipe his hair back from his face and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You did so good, baby.”

He smiles through the haze, dazed and pliant.

“F-Feel like I’m dreaming…”

You chuckle, shifting to lay beside him, pulling the blanket over both of you.

“If you were dreaming, you wouldn’t be this sore tomorrow.”

“F-Fuck…”

You stroke his chest slowly, letting him come down from the high. He turns into you, burying his face in your neck, clinging like a boy starved for affection.

You hold him. Tight.

And just before he dozes off, you whisper:

“Next time, I want you on your knees.”

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