#so you can still send if you feel like it ^^ or not .. i can’t force you

[fawniette]

thinking about the night you took nerd!gojo’s virginity, his hands trembling and his breaths shallow at you fumble with the buttons on his flannel after leading him to an empty bedroom at a random frat party. he felt like such a lost puppy with how clueless he was, unable to help the anxious butterflies in his stomach as he mutters, “uh.. i’m a virgin, by the way.”

he’s nervous when you pause, looking up at him with those pretty eyes that roll before you continue, “guess i’m popping you’re cherry then.”, you say with that sweet voice and gojo feels the air leave his throat, swallowing hard while his pants fail to hide the now obvious tent at your boldness.

he doesn’t think he could be anymore turned on.

the room is soon filled with the sounds of the creaking bed and your gorgeous moans gojo could only ever fantasise about. his back is resting against the headboard while your hands are placed on his chest, occasionally gripping onto his shoulders for support as you fuck yourself dumb on his cock.

you definitely weren’t expecting this nerd to be packing under there, with him looking just as shocked as you when he saw your wide eyes at the sheer size of his cock. he was completely oblivious to it. but fuck, he can’t believe he’d been missing out on this, or more specifically the warm, tight feeling of your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock, swallowing him up as he bottoms out inside of you.

he’s as whiny as you’d expect, with every flutter of you walls causing him to moan out as he throws his head back and grips on to the plush of your hips. you feel so fucking good, and he’s struggling to hold himself back from cumming all over the place. you can feel it with the way his cock throbs against your walls so pathetically, forcing you to grind against his pelvis whenever it gets too much for him.

“aw, you wanna cum, baby?”, you coo with a condescending tone, rocking your hips back and forth when you hear a pathetic whimper escape his lips. he’s nodding with furrowed brows, biting his bottom lip to contain himself.

“yes.. fuck- i don’t think i can hold it much longer..”, he breaths out, looking at you with those annoyingly cute puppy dog eyes that you’ve grown an insufferable soft spot for.

you pull him closer, nibbling along his ear before whispering, “hold it, kay? until i’m close..”

your words are like ecstasy, completely addictive with that sultry tone of yours. he nods at your gentle demand, thrusting up and kissing your cervix that sends a quiet gasp escaping your lips. he’s still impatient, and you find yourself getting fucked on his cock with his large hands guiding your hips as his tip gently abuses your sweet spot.

the moans he’s been looking for soon come falling from your lips, with your digits circling over your clit in a desperate manner as you feel your pussy clench around gojo’s cock. the pleasure that’s written on you face made you look even more beautiful that what you already are, with his eye’s swallowing your bare figure that’s he’s always imagined underneath your clothes.

“shit.. satoru..”, you moan quietly with your head thrown back, something that gojo just can’t help but feel his cock throb painfully at. there was no way he could hold back any longer, not with you moaning like that, but he feels the way your pussy continuously flutters around his shaft as a green light to thrust upwards once again, the hot white cum that’s been dying to release sporadically littering against your clenching walls, fucking you both through your overwhelming orgasms.

your body writhes at the pleasure as your back arches, gripping onto gojo’s shoulders so harshly it’s leaving red finger prints. he can barely feel the pain with the overwhelming sensation that overcomes him, his thighs shaking as his thrusts grow sloppy. god, he’s never had an orgasm like that before and he’s afraid he’s grown addicted to it.

your heavy breaths sync with gojo’s cock slipping out of you from the wetness, his aftermath running down past your thigh which causes you to roll your eyes at his carelessness, “you’re lucky i’m on birth control.”

[tojisteddy]

hiiii !! i absolutely love your meanie!simon writings. it’s like you’ve taken ideas from my head, it’s tewww good.

i was wondering if you would do a john price writing including the same type of icky dad kink you have in your meanie simon stuff ? i feel like it would go so well with your ditzy!reader writings with john price

Untitled Unmastered | cw: 18+ mdni, smut, dad bf!John, daddy kink (icky), ditzy!reader, a bit of overstim, mating press, creampie, spit, John thee degenerate, age gap (reader mid 20s, John 30s)

John Price who’s been desperately trying to send you subliminal messages all night that he intends to fuck you stupid.

But he forgets sometimes that it just won’t come to your pretty little brain unless he tells you directly. You give him that small confused face and smile it off. Back to your conversation about your favorite show. So he comes behind you to hold you close after doing his end of the dishes (washing) while you put away the last few dishes on the drying rack. His growing chub presses into your ass ever so nicely as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

His large hands reach find their way under your yellow undershirt to your lower abdomen and waist, gently rubbing his hands in the area.

“Price?” Your breath hitches as his hands reach the bottom of your thighs.

“Yes lovie?”

You gulp, hands gripping onto the counter and sink, his hands go from the bottom of your knees, to your inner thighs. Just barely gracing over the growing wet spot in your panties. “A-are you gonna fuck me tonight?” And it sounds so crass coming from your plump lips. The older man lives for it.

He gives your shoulder a soft kiss, he chuckles from his stomach, “I’d like to.” He sucks in a breath, watching you squirm as he runs his hands all over you.

“Can I?” He asks so innocently. Leaving another kiss to your shoulder. this time a bit higher. “Dad just wants to treat you nice dovie, hm? Won’t you let me?”

He asks but he knows the answer, has to hear it from his sweet babies lips himself everytime they get intimate.

“Yeah, I-I want you to treat me nice.”

That’s truly all it takes for a John to scoop you up in his arms, give his a snog out of a 50s movie while he makes his way up the steps of his home and soon enough, having you dripping around his big and curved cock.

John likes to fuck you deep and slow (doesn’t he always).

The man likes you really feel every thrust and every inch of his member that hes willing to give you. Price is thick and big, stretches you out even more so and makes your sweet pussy take it, even till she’s sore with your juices dripping onto the mattress.

John will hold you still, brushing your curls out of your face. Giving your soft lips a few pecks. “You’re okay baby,” he coos, jackhammering his way into your syrupy walls. “Takin it so well, fuck- always take me so well.”

You mewl, hands clawing at his hairy back “it’s so much, feels- mmh- feels so good Daddy.”

“Feels good for me too sweetheart,” he shivers as you tighten around him. He gently squeezes your cheeks together, “open.” You do, opening your mouth Just enough and his spits inside. He closes your mouth, making sure you swallow.

He groans at the sight of you, disheveled and doing what you can to keep, hearts practically forming in your iris’ “That’s my girl.”

The older man folds you in half, putting your legs over his broad shoulders and holding you down by your thighs so they’re burning, quivering as he fucks into you deeper than be for. A sob escapes you at the pleasure, his cock kissing your cervix. Bullying your cunt with every deep roll of his hips. You’re sure if you looked down, you’d be able to see him moving in and out of you.

“My precious fuckin baby, thaaats it love. Take it for dad, you’ve got it.” He purrs in your ear, swiping his tongue around it before sucking it.

Tears start to escape your eyes, keening, “Dad! So much! I- I can’t- aaangh- can’t!“

Your words are opposite of your actions though, your back arches off the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his closer, rubbing your nipples against his hairy chest, your walls clench around him, such a little slut.

“Yes you can precious, don’t run, give it to me.”

His mouth finds yours, giving you a sloppy kiss. Slipping his tongue in your mouth and letting the two get tangled together, his beard brushing against your face. The loud sound of your wet pussy squealching and his balls smackining against your ass.

You unravel with a squeal against his mouth, you don’t even realize what’s happening. Your walls spasm around the brute, only the sound of John’s praises as he gives you a few more thrusts, cumming right in your womb. Making sure you get every spurt from his leaking tip.

You look at him with those big pretty brown eyes, catching your breath as you both come down from your highs.

“Can we still have- the dessert Daddy? It’s on the stove.”

There’s a moment of silence, before John erupts into laughter, his eyes crinkling. You’re so damn cute.

“Of course darling.” And he gives your forehead a kiss.

Maybe you’d have a piece of that pie you’d made, and John could get a taste of that mess he made in between your second set of lips.

a/n: we have fun around here, don’t we? So was so icky, I live.

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𝓢𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 & 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝓓.𝓐.

♱ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐; daniela’s a passionate woman, and the thrill of getting caught showing it really flicks a switch in her

♱ 𝒄𝒘; 7th member au!r, horned-up!dani, touchy!dani

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, pt. one, two, three

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˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip one: [ tiktok ] doing shit w dani (@katseye)

“like you’re such a fucking angel,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. though, you didn’t bother fighting the grin that spread across your lips at the banter. “drop the saint act, daniela.”

“oh, come on, mami. i’m as pure as they come,” the latina purred, her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.

she had the phone set on her desk in her room, sporting a pink stussy beanie under the pulled hood of her black zip-up. she sat back into her black swivel chair, her legs spread wide, and a slice of pizza in hand. you sat in manon’s chair beside her, body just out of frame as you leant in close over her shoulder to engage with your eager fans and their comments on live.

“if you’re pure, then i’m the virgin mary.” you whispered, bopping the tip of her nose with your finger.

“you don’t meet the most important requirement to be the ‘virgin’ mary.” she teased. you scoff, shoving her.

she grabbed your wrist lightly, making loud grunts as she fake-gnawed your arm. you squealed, jerking away as daniela let out a loud series of laughter. she had yanked the slice straight from your hand, biting into it. you sat up, clicking your tongue.

user01 not religious but on my knees at this altar

user02 she can be barbie and i can be the box she comes in

user03 “till-” no we’re not stopping this threesome i fear

user04 call me benson goon cuz im taking off my blue jeans

“daniela andrea,” you called sternly. she just stared back with a teasing glint in her eye, smirking. “if you don’t give me back my dinner, i’ll send you up to meet the virgin mary.”

she shrugged, “sorry, mami, you don’t deserve it. you can’t be disrespecting me when you’re eating the pizza i bought.”

you stood, knocking manon’s chair back a couple inches. you shot her a faux look of irritant, scrunching your nose. “well, i’m grabbing another piece of the pizza you bought. you asked me to join you, so i expect some kind of compensation.”

just as you wedged yourself between daniela and her desk, she grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you back and down into her lap. her hand grabbed the underside of your knees, the other supporting the small of your back. she pushed her chair back with her feet, wheeling away from the camera. her name rolled off your tongue like a cursed chain, you grabbed onto her tightly in fear of rolling off her thighs and onto the floor.

daniela quickly stood up, taking advantage of the momentum to throw you on her bed. though, she couldn’t let go quick enough, and her body tumbled into yours. just out of frame.

user05 born to ride or whatever lana del rey said

user06 i’ll have what they’re having… and the pizza too ig

user07 okay guys jokes over who took my clothes

daniela laid atop of you, her arms still around your body as you playfully slapped her back. you groaned, struggling to move from under her. thankfully, the two of you were just conveniently out of frame. “dani--!” you whined, struggling to wrong free from her grasp. “get off, you’re heavy.”

she gasped, sitting up. “i’m not heavy! don’t fat-shame me.”

“maybe stop eating so much pizza, you little--!” you rolled over, grabbing daniela’s pillow and smothering her with it. you hear her scream at the top of her lungs into the fur, before grabbing at your hips anchored over hers.

user08 so y/n’s the type gf to straddle you?? scotty beam me

user09 we used to pray for a ankle reveals i feel so blessed

user10 i just know these two have the craziest sesbian lex

you managed to wriggle away from a laughing daniela. you returned to the desk, leaving the younger panting, lying alone on her bed. you grabbed a new slice from the box, biting into the corner. “anyway--sorry you had to witness that little pause, guys. dani woke up and decided to be a brat today.”

“aye, i leave you alone with the camera for a minute and you’re talking shit about me, mami?” the latina chuckled, setting herself down beside you. she pulled your chair by the armrest, close, and into her embrace as she leant over to bite your slice. “you’re the one messing up my momentum up in here.”

she refused to back away, getting in your personal space like her life depended on it. her head rested on your shoulder for the rest of the live, her hands roaming your midsection as she hugged you from the side. you didn’t seem to notice, or mind, as her fingers dragged across your body like she was writing.

user11 damn gotta pry y/n out of dani’s cold dead hands huh

user12 girl chill ain’t nobody tryna take her from you

user13 y/n got our girl acting up like how good is that strap

user14 i wish someone would put me in my place too

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip two: [ yt video ] katseye’s routine (@glossier)

daniela could stare at you for days on end. it was an issue.

she’s seen the edits, she’s seen the tiktoks, but it didn’t matter how many times she told herself she was going to be careful the next interview or the next press event, she just couldn’t. it was almost like she wasn’t physically able to.

setting her up with you for the glossier video was such bullshit. she swore the team was praying on her downfall. this was their doing--can they really blame her when she couldn’t control it?

“good morning, people of america.” you sang, adjusting your headband in the mirror. daniela’s eyes trained on you, and though the camera sat faced away from the mirror, the fans were certain she was watching your reflection. “this is a ‘get ready with me’ with y/n and daniela from katseye.”

she waved to the camera, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. “today, we’re showing you our makeup routine.”

“wait, i love the braid band.” you complimented, turning your back towards the latina. she couldn’t keep the smile from creeping on her lips. “that’s so easy, i wish i could do that.”

the video cut to manon and sophia, then the maknae line. it wasn’t long before the two of you were back on screen.

“personally, i love a more glossy look. i used to really enjoy the matte finish back in, like, 2013, when it was all about youtube tutorials and king kylie tumblr girls, y’know?” daniela hummed, watching you spray mario bodescu all over. your cheeks glisten, the mist highlighting your features. she stilled, like she had forgotten she was supposed to be starting her routine as well. “but now, i just think the sweaty look works.”

daniela laughed, “you did not just quote tyla at me.”

“no, but she’s so real for that!” you giggled, fanning your face as the primer set. “honestly, i don’t think i can pull off the matte look the way i did when i was like thirteen. my friends from home still clown me with those pictures.”

“like you could ever look that bad.” daniela rolled her eyes, “didn’t we do that style for the debut concept shoot?”

you glared at her, a small teasing smile on her lips. “okay, didn’t have to call me out like that--aren’t we supposed to start? why am i the only one doing a routine right now?”

one of her hands were around your waist, the other picking up her facial spray. she snuck one last glance at you through the mirror before her hand left your hip, misting her features.

after a few interludes of the others starting off their routine, the two of you were centre of attention again.

“valerie put us on this amazing foundation,” daniela said, holding the bottle up to the camera with a hand behind. she once again, snuck you a look, watching you put it on before she does it herself. “it’s the glossier stretch fluid foundation.”

“yeah, it makes me look like i actually drink water.”

“i know you drink water, mami,” the latina added, putting on her own foundation. “i got you that big owala, remember? i made sure you put that thing to good use. wait, isn’t that--!”

she leant over you, covering the camera with her arm for a brief moment before she pulled back, a large bottle in hand.

“oh, yeah, it’s here. i bring it with me everywhere.” you said.

daniela struck a few poses with it, pouting before handing it to you. as your lips latched around the straw to take a sip, her hand found the small of your back, before she got in close to take a large swig of water as well. “see? drink your water, kids.”

user01 is this a grwm or a third-wheeling campaign

user02 dani acting up again she be all over our girl lmao

user03 ok guys not funny who took my clothes

user04 so did glossier just decide we were third wheeling tdy

“i love this liner. i was asking ariana greenblatt about her lip combo at the barbie premiere afterparty last year, and she put me onto makeup forever.” your body leant in close to the mirror, pressing your lips together. you carefully dragged the tip of the pencil across your lips, but you were struggling to keep the tip within your lips. you sighed in frustration. “fuck, i need to sharpen this thing, it’s not working.”

daniela’s hand left your back, grabbing your pencil. she rummaged through her makeup bag. “here, i have mine.”

when she was done sharpening your pencil, she twirled her finger, and naturally, you turned towards her. your eyes flickered to the floor as her fingers gently grabbed your chin. she pursed her lips, you mirrored her action. she carefully fixed the missed lining, before dragging her thumb across the top of your lip for a cleaner edge. “there we go. isn’t that better?”

you knew it closer to the camera, smiling and tilting your head side to side. “we love a clean liner here.”

“si, mami, me encanta el buen maquillaje,” daniela announced in a sing-song voice. she circled her arms around your neck, burying her nose into your cheek. “y te amo, guapa.”

“yo tambien, te quiero, dani.” you whispered, hugging her hips.

user05 the fact she knows the spanish ilyt is crazy

user06 the way it rolled off her tongue so fast too she knew

user07 oh baby had that answer locked and loaded

“wait, i’ve never tried that one before.” you said, trying to read the label on daniela’s lipgloss. it was a new edition glossier gloss, one you haven’t seen yet. “can i try yours, please?”

she nodded, handing you the tube. you quickly applied it, but in the short couple seconds you were fixing your lips, daniela’s eyes never tore away from your face. she smiled.

“mmh. this isn’t really my colour,” you sighed, setting it down.

“no, no, you look good. you look sexy,” daniela assured, her lips spreading into a wide smile. “

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip three: [ weverse ] making gnarly sandwiches

“absolutely the fuck not, that shit looks radioactive.” daniela scoffed, her head pulling back and away from manon’s sandwich. the older pouted, insistent with the way she kept leaning forward. “manon--stop! i don’t consent!”

“come on, it’s not even that bad. just try it!” the ghanaian woman barked back, chasing daniela around the set.

you focused on stacking the ghastly ingredients in between the two flimsy slices. mustard was sliding out, and as you crushed the bread into each other, the tuna juice dribbled all over your fingers. it was beyond disgusting, but somehow, not the grossest thing sitting at the table right then.

user01 danon divorce preachers been real quiet in this live

user02 y/n’s so focused this gg is so unserious

user03 omg not megan force feeding sophia her sandwich

the eldest eventually gave into daniela’s protests, growing tired of chasing the woman around with a plate in her hands.she managed to give yoonchae a tiny bite, as the youngest made a face, diving towards the sink to spit out the disgusting bite.

daniela found her spot beside you, shooting her roommate a disapproving scowl as manon tended to a hacking yoonchae by the sink. the latina rested her chin on your shoulder.

“someone said, ‘i need y/n in my life’.” sophia read off the ipad at the edge of the table. she peered over at you, who was still focused on the sandwich before her. daniela’s arms wrapped around your midsection tightly, she snarled at the main camera. you weren’t fazed, holding up your plate.

“too bad, she’s all mine.” the latina purred, “get your own.”

user04 damn ok girl ain’t nobody tryna square up rn

user05 until she forgets how to speak spanish

user06 don’t know who i want to be more honestly

you picked the sandwich off your plate, holding it up to daniela’s face. the girl instinctively pulled back, but upon seeing your look of excitement, she couldn’t deny the request that followed. “wait, dani, try mine. it’s not that bad.”

though the girl grimaced, and eyed your sandwich like it was radioactive, she didn’t need another beat to move in for a bite.

it was disgusting, gnarly, if you will. but still, daniela persisted. she managed to swallow the bite, but washed the gamy aftertaste down with half a bottle of water. you laughed at her reaction, dusting your hands off before brushing some hair out of her face. she faked a dramatic gag, a hand on her chest.

“jesus christ, it tastes like monkey ass.” she scoffed. you hit her chest lightly, clicking your tongue. “i mean--mmh, yum.”

user07 damn gotta fake it for the wife huh

user08 seven times a day or whatever jhope said

user09 they finna make me hit the ggum emote

“manz, will you come try it?” you pleaded softly, beckoning her over with a wishful pout. “it’s not that bad, i swear.”

manon raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. she dramatically eyed your plate, then back up at your eyes. “don’t play with me, babe, i saw the way daniela just choked to that.”

“no, dani loved it. right, babe?” you grinned, awaiting support.

daniela’s eyes widened immediately, she was about to choke out some lazy reply before she caught the hopeful glint in your eye. it was just too precious to ruin, so she bit back whatever sass she would usually spit. if you were anybody else.

“it wasn’t that bad.” she shrugged, her fingers trapping at your stomach as they found their way under your shirt. “y/n made it, so of course it was good. definitely better than yours.”

“uhm, excuse you?” the eldest scoffed, “you’re biased.”

“i don’t know… if you try it, you won’t think so.” you wiggled the sandwich in your hand, as if enticing manon. still, the older woman didn’t seem to budge from her stance.

“just try her sandwich, manz.” daniela ordered, “come on.”

the eldest groaned, slowly sauntering over before hesitantly leaning in for the tiniest bite she could manage. and though the mixture of ingredients looked atrocious, the taste was meshed awfully well. manon’s eyes narrowed, humming.

“oh my god, that’s actually not bad.” she was promptly pushed out of the way by megan, who pleaded for a taste too.

daniela smiled as you beamed at the members lining up to judge for themselves, front pressed against your back in a tight embrace. the only people who seemed fazed was eyekons.

user10 the fact that this is a normal occurrence

user11 dani fighting invisible demons for her woman rn

user12 “married couple making sandwiches for their kids” ahh

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip four: [ weverse ] roommates hanging out

“okay, what’s a rumour you guys want to debunk?” manon read, turning to give you a look. you laid beside her on the bed, picking at your newly filed nails. “y/n? you wanna go?”

you looked off camera at lara, who smirked teasingly between you and daniela, who was eating the kimchi stew she ordered.

“uh--ooh! i saw some tiktoks like clipping that picture of me and dylan at coachella. we are not dating, guys, i’ve known dylan for years, he’s like my brother.” you announced, earning a loud series of hysterical laughter from lara and manon.

if only they knew how many you could’ve chosen from.

at coachella, you spent some time with dylan. it was such good luck katseye and the wallows were set to perform on the same day, because it gave you some quality time to see your friends. but tabloids being tabloids loved taking things out of context, so of course the pictures of you hugging him, or the ones of him with his arm around you as the both of you stand to tyler, the creator’s set, were posted as ‘dating confirmations’.

“oh my god, i remember my sister sending me this tiktok that’s like ‘y/n and dylan’s story’ and it was like clips of them from five years ago.” lara laughed, “she was all like, ‘y/n’s dating the guy from thirteen reasons why?’ it was so stupid and funny.”

you rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. “stop, it was so bad.”

“guys, stop exposing y/n and dylan like that,” manon whined, unable to hold back her smile. “leave the couple alone.”

“guys, dylan has a whole ass girlfriend, don’t get me in shit for something that isn’t true.” you warned, leaning close to the phone. “me and dylan are not dating. we’re not a couple. we’re just really good friends, stop tagging us in the ship edits.”

user01 the fake eyekons are forgetting they’re actual people

user02 yeah they’re both taken guys come on now

user03 dani going quiet rn is so out of character lmao

the latina sauntered around the beds, you felt manon’s bed dip behind you as she curled herself around you. she stuck her legs through your arm propping yourself up, you lay on her instinctively, your arm across her lap as you held your head up. her fingers stroked your hair, as you droned on and on.

“no, ‘cuz i remember you were like on the phone with dylan talking about it after coachella.” manon added, “it was like when… that one article dropped, right?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, we were fighting for our life, girl.”

“it was actually such an era. dylan took it like a champ though, props to him.” lara chuckled, “dani? any rumours to debunk?”

it took her a split second to snap out of her daze, you shot her a look from under her. she coughed, clearing her throat.

“no…? nothing’s really coming to mind right now.” she faked a moment of thought, but ended up shaking her head anyways.

user04 girl is sweating rn lmao all eyes on her

user05 she knows she’s lying out her ass right now

user06 address the #dann/n allegations mother

manon, who was reading the comments, had a growing grin on her face. she snapped her head back, and all she needed to do was give daniela one sly smirk, the latina knew exactly what the fans were begging for. “you sure about that, dani?”

she glared at her roommate, who just made a very unsubtle face. you lightly smack manon, the eldest held her hands up.

“god, must you always instigate?” you asked, scowling.

user07 damn she got her wife stepping up for her

user08 she’s so hot guys i can’t do this shit anymore

user09 she said shut down those allegations fr

user10 manon is our strongest dann/n warrior i fear

“--lara!” daniela suddenly raised, her eyes finding the indian singer’s, but her hands still tending to your hair. “what about you, babe. you got any rumours you want to debunk?”

and though the topic of discussion seemed to shift away from you, clips of you and daniela cuddling and being unable to pry yourselves away from each other were a hot topic on weverse and eyekonville. the two of you might not need to verbally debunk anything, because your actions certainly prove the fandom’s speculation may be more than just rumours.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip five: [ yt video ] katseye spilling truth on allure

“mami, don’t lie, we know you better than that.”

you were caught right then and there, as if you could ever convince anybody daniela wasn’t the first person you looked for when you entered a room. the girls collectively gave you ‘seriously?’ looks, pinning a spotlight all on you.

“y/n, how are you like when you have a crush?” lara repeated.

you hated answering questions like these. it gave the fans too much power. “uhm… well, i’m not a big physical touch person, but if i like someone, i’ll get really touchy.”

a quick compilation of you only letting daniela anywhere near your personal space was inserted. then a couple clips of you shying away from the other members’ grasp.

“let me tell you, one time, like a long time ago, y/n and i were on a double date. like, we snuck out of my parents’ house and we had a double date, and y/n was so disgusted by the thought of letting him hold her hand, she was like icing her date out the whole time.” lara laughed, “it was so funny, like she was allergic to his hand or something.”

the girls all broke into laughter at the story. they were no stranger to this inside joke, much to daniela’s dismay.

“well…” manon started, peaking at the card in lara’s hand, “the follow up question is, ‘do you have a crush on someone now?”

you fell silent, your cheeks flushing with heat.

sophia wheezed, poking the side of your cheek. you jerked away, trying to hide your smile. “look, y/n’s getting red. aww!”

“can i pass this question?” you asked, “is that an option?”

“no, no, you have the answer the question, that’s the game!” yoonchae yelled, standing from her seat. “spill, or drink!”

daniela was awfully quiet this entire turn. she only stared at you, not even tearing her gaze away for sophia’s shouting or lara’s vicious laughter. she had a small smile on her lips, her piercing eyes trained on your flustered state.

“y/n actually has a crush on our beloved eyekons.” the latina stepped up, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “she only has time for our fans, right?”

you grinned, grateful for her rushing to your rescue. “mhm.”

“dani’s helping her answer, it’s not fair!” megan whined.

“aye, no answer is an answer in itself, y’know what i mean?” megan mumbled, “keep your secrets then, y/n.”

daniela’s hand reached for yours under the table, fans zoomed in on the gesture the two of you tried keeping subtle. but of course, by now, you knew nothing escaped your fandom.

how much longer will #dann/n be subtle and secret?

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[emriiis]

Sneak Peek: THE CALL

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Saja Boys x Manager! Reader

Your apartment is too quiet.

Too still.

Ever since you walked out of that room—since you ran—you haven’t been able to stop feeling them.

Their eyes.

Their heat.

Their voices echoing in your skull like a siren's song.

God, what the hell is wrong with you?

You slap a hand over your face, heart hammering. But it doesn’t help. Because every time you close your eyes—

You see them.

Worse—you feel them.

A vibration against your leg makes you jolt. Your phone. You fumble for it, heart still pounding. 

Unknown number.

You answer anyway.

“…Hello?”

A pause.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N. I'm calling on behalf of the Saja Boys.”

​​You freeze.

The voice continues, polite. Controlled. But something about it makes your stomach twist.

“I’m reaching out to confirm that you’ve been accepted as their full-time manager. Congratulations!”

“I—I didn’t accept anything,” you blurt. “There’s been a mistake, I didn’t—”

“Yes, well, that’s the wonderful part. You don’t have to accept it. The contract’s already processed. We’ll send a car for you this evening—”

“I said no.” Your voice is sharper now, slicing through the sugar-sweet tone on the other end. “You can’t just assign me a job I didn’t—”.”

“Hey baby”

You freeze.

The voice has changed.

It’s not hers anymore.

“J-Jinu?” you breathe, scanning the room. There’s no one there—but it feels like there is. The air shifts around you, thick with pressure and heat, humming low and strange.

“How are you?” he asks, his voice like warm silk over ice. Calm. Gentle. But you hear the weight beneath it. The restraint.

“I—uh—I’m good.” You grip the edge of your cup too tightly. “How did you even—Never mind. Can I help you with something?”

His chuckle is soft, low, and it curls around your ribs like smoke. 

“I was hoping we could talk.”

“We’re talking right now.”

He hums again. Slower this time. Like he’s savoring the sound of your voice. 

“I meant in person.”

His voice warms around the words, coaxing instead of pressing. “No pressure. Just… a coffee. A quiet spot. Just you and me.”

Your throat tightens. You blink, and suddenly the room feels smaller. Warmer. Like the sound of his voice alone is wrapping around your ribs, holding you still.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you whisper.

He’s quiet for a moment.

“That’s okay.” 

Still soft. Still warm. Not pushy. But beneath the words… something deeper. A thread of something that reaches for you without forcing.

“You don’t have to decide now.”

You shouldn’t even be considering it. Not after what happened. Not after the way you’d felt in that room.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He just waits.

And somehow that’s worse. Because it leaves you sitting there, breath caught, heart pounding, mind spiraling with the memory of golden eyes, warm hands, and heat.

You bite your lip.

You should say no. You should...“When would we meet?”

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[lexiputellas]

The Real Victory

You’re horny. Like, dangerously horny.

Alexia is on the pitch, locked into the Champions League match against Manchester City. She lost the last game, and you know how badly she wants this one. You should be focused too. Supportive. Cheering.

But you're six months pregnant and your entire body is buzzing.

And all you can think about is her.

Not the game. Not the score.

Just her

The way her thighs flex when she sprints, thick and powerful. The way her brow furrows when she’s concentrating, that sharp little frown. The way her hands settle on her hips when something doesn’t go her way, fuck.That posture alone sends a direct electric shock to your clit, like a livewire.

It’s unbearable.

You can’t hear the crowd. You barely notice the plays. It’s just her, her, her.

“Oh, that ref is shit. He should’ve called that a foul,” Alba mutters beside you, snapping you out of your haze.

“What?” you blink.

“The ref,” she says, nodding at the pitch.

“Oh. Right. Yeah,” you say, pretending to care. She’s already turned back to the game.

But you? You’re dying.

This feeling is consuming you, melting you from the inside out. You feel like you’re going to burst. Your hands are clenched in your lap, trying to behave, but your legs keep pressing together. You're sweating under your dress, soaked through your underwear, every shift in your seat making you want to whimper.

You can't take it anymore.

You grab your phone and open Alexia’s contact, fingers trembling as you type:

— if after 30 minutes of the game you don’t fuck me and give me at least 2 orgasms i will expose you to the internet. i’m not joking. i’m feral.

You hit send.

She won’t read it now, obviously. But when she gets back to the locker room, when she finally checks her phone, you want her to know what she did to you.

You type again:

— i’m a mess. i’m so wet it’s probably running through my dress and dripping onto the fucking seats. this is 100% your fault.

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding harder than the crowd’s chants.

Final whistle.

Barça wins.

The stadium erupts. People are screaming, waving flags. Fireworks. Hugs. Applause.

You don't care.

Finale. They’re going to the goddamn finale.

And all you want is her.

All you want is home

All you want is to be touched.

You turn to Alba. “Let’s go.”

She glances at you, a little surprised. “Already?”

“Help me up.”

She does, and you wobble a bit, pregnant belly leading the way. You make your way to the VIP lounge and ask for a bottle of water. Your heart is racing like you played 90 minutes.

“You having dinner with us?” you ask Alba casually, your brain screaming please say no please say no please say no—

“I don’t think so, actually. I promised Julia I’d have dinner with her tonight. Been a while.”

YES.

“Oh, okay,” you say, masking the desperate joy clawing at your throat. “I just thought—”

“I’m sorry!” she smiles. “We can have dinner later this week.”

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere. All you can think is: Where the fuck is Alexia?

Why is she not here yet? Is she still giving interviews? Talking to people? Laughing with teammates while you’re over here throbbing?

Then, finally, she walks through the doors.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Your entire body clenches. She looks so fucking good. Post-game glow, loose ponytail, jersey stuck to her skin, thighs still tense from running. She’s flushed. Confident. Unreal.

You bite your lip. Hard. Press your thighs together again.

You love her. You hate her. You want to murder her and climb her at the same time.

“Oi, bebé,” she murmurs, kissing your cheek, arms wrapping around you.

You give her a dry peck back, but your eyes are blazing. She hugs Alba next.

“Hey, you coming to dinner?”

“Oh, can’t. Was just waiting for you to show up. I’ve got plans.”

“Okay,” Alexia nods. Alba leaves.

“Dinner out or do you want to order in?” she asks, turning to you with that too-casual tone.

“Order,” you narrow your eyes. She was really about to take you to a restaurant like she didn’t just read those texts? Is she insane?

Then again, she is insane. She's mean. She's hot. She’s yours. So so yours.

“Okay, let’s go,” she says, grabbing your purse and holding out her hand.

You walk with her, past a few teammates. She says her goodbyes. Opens the car door for you. Puts her gear in the trunk. Starts the engine.

She’s humming along to the song on the radio. Calm. Collected.

You look at her. Really look.

What kind of monster leaves their pregnant, needy, drenched wife like this?

The way her fingers grip the wheel. The muscles in her forearms. The little furrow of concentration on her brow.

It’s criminal.

“What?” she says suddenly, catching your stare.

“You’re so mean,” you mutter, crossing your arms.

“What? How am I mean?”

“You read the messages. And you chose to ignore me. You ignored your pregnant, unholy, unsatisfied wife”

“I didn’t ignore you,” she smirks. “I just wanted to see when you’d break.”

“When I’d— WHAT KIND OF MONSTER SAYS THAT? I hate you!” you yell, dramatic and breathless.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I hate you so much!”

She looks at you sideways, eyes dark and smug, and then slowly lets one hand slide off the wheel, straight to your thigh.

You gasp.

Her fingers press into your skin, spreading a little warmth, a little promise.

“You don’t hate me,” she says, low and certain.

And god help you, she’s right.

Her hand stays there hot, firm, steady on your thigh. Not moving. Just existing. Like a warning. Like a fucking claim.

And you're trembling.

“You don't hate me,” she says again, softer this time, almost teasing, like she already knows you're seconds from falling apart. “You’re just mad I made you wait.”

You twist toward her in your seat, glaring. “I wasn’t mad. I was dying. There’s a difference. You left me like that for ninety minutes. In public.”

“In a stadium,” she corrects, her thumb now rubbing slow, maddening circles over your skin. “While my team fought for the Champions League.”

“I fought for my life. ”

She laughs, actually laughs, and you nearly claw at her. “You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable?” you nearly shriek. “I threatened you. I explicitly said two orgasms and you acted like I said two cappuccinos,”

“I saw that,” she says, grinning wider. “And the one after. The part about your dress. And the seats.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“And?” you snap, voice shaky.

She hums, dragging the tip of her fingernail up and down your thigh now. You shiver. “And I guess we’ll see if you were exaggerating.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I hope not.”

You make a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a growl. Your hands are fisted in your lap again, trying not to beg her in traffic.

The city blurs outside the window, but all you see is her profile, focused, gorgeous, unfazed. Your whole body is throbbing and she’s just…driving. Calmly. Like you’re not about to crawl into her lap.

You glance down at her hand on your leg. Her thumb is drifting closer to the inside of your thigh now. Dangerous territory. Too close. You spread your legs slightly without thinking.

She doesn’t say anything. Just flicks her eyes toward you with a slow smirk.

You clench your fists tighter.

“You’re a menace,” you mutter.

“You married me.”

“I was tricked.”

She chuckles again, completely in control, and your pulse is in your ears. She's wearing that smug, satisfied post-match look, jersey still sticking to her skin, and all you can think about is how much you need her on you, in you, now now now.

“Alexia,” you whisper, desperate.

She exhales through her nose, leans forward to turn down the music, then returns her hand to your thighs, this time higher, much higher.

“Shhh, bebé. Almost home.”

Your hips twitch toward her.

“No, not shhh. I’m going to die,” you say breathlessly. “You’re going to have to explain to the paramedics that you edged your pregnant wife into a cardiac event.”

She grins. “I’ll just say it was hormones.”

You whimper. Actually whimper.

“You’re evil.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she says, but her voice is lower now, quieter, slipping into that tone you know means trouble.

Then she turns onto your street.

Your breathing stutters.

You’re seconds away from sobbing, from tearing the fabric of your dress apart, from climbing her while the engine’s still on. She parks the car and the moment it clicks into place, you undo your seatbelt and twist to her.

She hasn’t even opened her door yet.

You lean toward her, breath warm, hands shaking.

“I swear to God,” you whisper, “if you make me wait one more second,”

But she’s already moving. Turning to you. Hand slipping behind your neck and pulling you in for a deep, hot kiss. It hits you like fireneedy, claiming, hungry. Her tongue sweeps over yours and her fingers dig into your skin and just like that, you’re gone.

Your moan gets swallowed in her mouth.

She reaches down, pulls the lever, and shoves the driver’s seat all the way back.

Your breath catches.

“Come here,” she says, low.

“What?”

“You heard me. Come here.”

You scramble over the center console, breathless, messy, belly in the way, everything awkward and unhinged. But she helps you, strong arms around you, guiding you to straddle her lap. Her hands slide under your thighs, lifting you so you’re not too heavy, easing you down until you're sitting right against her.

The moment you're seated, your soaked center pressed against the firm muscle of her thigh, your arms around her neck, she kisses you.

Hard.

Messy.

Open-mouthed and fucking relentless.

You moan into her, rocking instinctively, already rolling your hips against her. Her hands slip up under your dress, grabbing the back of your thighs, your ass, your hips, tugging you closer until you're gasping into her mouth.

“Ale, fuck, I’m gonna explode”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, lips wet, eyes glassy.

Her hand slides between your legs. Straight under your underwear.

And when she feels how wet you are?

Her jaw clenches.

“You’re soaked.”

“I told you,” you gasp.

“Sit up,” she orders, and you barely register what she’s doing before she slides her fingers inside: slow, deep, no warning.

Your whole body jerks.

“FUCK”

Her other hand grips your hip, grounding you, holding you in place.

“You gonna ride me like you threatened to?” she breathes into your neck. “Or do I have to make you beg for it?”

You’re already moving. Hips grinding down, your belly tight against her chest, your thighs trembling with the effort.

“God, yes, yes, please, Alexia”

“You’re so desperate,” she whispers. “So messy. You wanted to come in my car so bad? Do it.”

Her fingers are already soaked, dripping, knuckles buried in your cunt as you grind against her like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. She’s letting you do the work, just watching, controlling the rhythm with the slow flex of her hand.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” she mutters, voice low, forehead pressed to yours. “Dripping all over me. Can you feel how wet you are?“

Your jaw drops. You moan, raw, desperate and she doesn't give you space to recover.

Her fingers curl inside you, deep and mean, rubbing against that swollen, electric spot that sends sparks flying up your spine. Her palm drags hard over your clit. Again and again and again.

You fall apart.

Your back arches, your belly tight and shaking, and then your cunt clenches down so hard on her fingers it hurts. You don’t just moan, you wail, the sound tearing from your throat like a sob. Your head tips back, body locking, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

She’s right there, whispering filth into your skin.

“That's it. Give it to me, bebé. Let me feel it. Let me feel all of it.”

You try to breathe, but your lungs won’t work. Your whole body is twitching, seized by the orgasm, soaking her wrist, her palm, the fucking seat. You’re gushing, crying, shaking in her lap like your body’s been possessed.

She holds you there through it gripping your ass with one hand, still inside you with the other, riding it out until you're limp and clinging to her.

When you finally collapse forward, she’s panting against your ear, voice rough with praise.

“Good girl,” she whispers. “You came so hard for me. Fuck.”

Your whole body buzzes. You’re not sure if you’re still crying or just breathless, but her jersey is wet with sweat, and your thighs are shaking.

“That’s one,” she says, slowly pulling her fingers out, wet, slick, obscene. She lifts them to her mouth and licks them clean while you just stare, wrecked and speechless.

Then, with a grin that’s all teeth:

“You still owe me another.”

“And I haven’t even ripped your fucking dress yet.”

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine coming home late at night. It was already two in the morning by the time you got home. Although you aren't tired, all you wanted was to get home. To be right next to him.

Imagine ever since you started working at night shift, the lesser time you spend with your lover. Despite that, every night you would come home with already cooked food waiting for you and same goes upon waking up.

Imagine you feel bad. Of course you do, he already has too much on his plate, has to wake up early in the morning but still has time to cook food for you. So you wanted to give back. You planned to go home early tonight. But shits unfold and you were forced to take an over time.

Imagine closing the door behind you gently. He must be sleeping already just like any other day. So you went through the dimmed living room only to halt upon seeing his sleeping figure on the sofa. What is he doing in here?

Imagine coming over to him. Eyes softened as you look fondly at him. "Caleb." You caresses his cheeks gently. "Why are you sleeping here?" You tap his cheeks gently but strong enough to wake him up. As much as you want to carry him into your shared room. You don't think that would be possible. But you also think how uncomfortable it would be for him to spend a night in the sofa. "Come one bud, wake up. Let's mobe you to bed."

"Bud?" He stirred up on his sleep, opening one eye. "Who's bud? I'm only your baby, honey, darling, love-" "Yes yes honey, now move so I can help you get into bed, okay?" Instead on doing as you said, he yawn, stretched out and sat comfortably at the sofa, tapping the vacant spave beside him. "Caleb, it's late. You should seriously go back to sleep."

Imagine Caleb who was leaning on the sofa eyes closed, snapped open before reaching out a hand towards you, pulling you into his lap. You can feel his breath on the back of your nape sending a shiver down his spine. "That's too bad. I was waiting for you so we can eat dinner." That stunned you for a moment. "Baby, it's already two in the morning." "Oh."

Imagine sitting across him as he heats up the food. You can’t help but to stare at him. "Long day at work?" He could feel the weight of your stare. "No." You replied. "Just thinking how lucky I am to have you." You saw him halt, then he look back, a smile on his lips as if he cannot help it. "I should be the one telling you that." When he said that with such a genuine smile and look in his face. Who are you not to believe that?

Imagine you missed this. Eating with him, talking with him. You missed this. Longed for these moments to last. You missed him. "You know I love you, right?" He asked, eyes looking fondly at yours. You smiled at him. "Of course." You replied softly. "And you know I love you too right?" "I always do."

Imagine as Caleb wake up in the morning, your peaceful sleeping face greeting him. There is nothing more he could wish for. He already has everything within his arms. And he couldn’t wait for forever to come.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: laughing my ass of because I always do my daily around 12-3am and Caleb- my guy is always asleep lmao. And basically what leads to here. I see Sylus as the only man who can keep up with me but my heart wants Caleb :(

[sharkbitten-sailor]

HOLY SHIT I , TOO , HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT A FORSAKEN X BLOCKTALES PLAYER ! READER ,,,,

perhaps if you could ,, maybe drop a 1x x blocktales player ! reader headcanon / drabbles ,,,, hehehheehhejags

I literally internally jumped for joy as i read that post LOL

THAT SMILE OF YOURS DISGUSTED ME.

sunrise is late!au - 1x1x1x x player!reader one-shot tw: blood, injury, minor gore and swearing.

a/n; tehee hope the meal hits the spot !! fyi , sunrise is late is the official name for this au,,, feel free to send your thoughts or requests anything he,,

you don’t know how you got here. no clue what this place even is.

then you learn- it’s a game. a fucked up game of survival and death. strangers thrown together, forced to cooperate just to avoid the one predator whose only mission is to kill. leave no one standing.

you quickly adapt and move forward. it’s not like you have a choice.

thankfully, you’re not alone. there are still others beside you, pushing you to keep going. and in this mess, that’s something.

the small, flickering warmth of that connection; it’s one of the few things left that even resembles good. so you cling to it, even while the dark coils just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow you whole.

you already know how it feels. once was more than enough. you’d never choose to go through it again.

-

you run. again, and again, and again. the world blurs around you. the pounding in your head is almost louder than your footsteps.

a quick glance over your shoulder. just one.

"this is, MASS INFECTION."

and that’s when it hits. you stumble. fall. the ground greets you with gravel and grit just as a black slash tears through the air. it catches your back: deep, burning, but not fatal. blood trickles down in thin, trembling lines. you’re lucky. if it had been your neck, you'd be scattered like discarded pieces on a broken board.

nevertheless, you wasted the opportunity to truly escape the wolf’s jaw. in this case, it’s 1x, the embodiment of hatred himself.

damn. you’re really dead this time. no healing items. no stamina. no call card-

wait.

call cards?

"well, look like your time's up, annoying pest."

you keep your distance, retreating despite the searing pain twisting down your spine. your hands fumble through the bag on your waist; frantic, clumsy, desperate. searching for something- anything that might keep you alive just a little longer.

and then, like a cruel reminder of how close you are to death’s door, 1x swings. the blade slices through the air, stopping just an inch from your face. close enough to make your breath hitch. close enough to impale your skull at any moment he wants.

"but go on. pull your little miracle. let's see how long it buys you."

…fuck. three whole minutes left. you’re her first target out of everyone else. you're bleeding, alone, and now very aware that your teammates are nowhere to be found.

in one reckless burst, you grab the daemonshank bare-handed; heat blistering your skin as you yank it wide. it screams past your jaw, grazing close enough to hum like a warning. your other arm lifts, instinct taking over. the second blade crashes into it, slicing deep. blood gushes out, hot and fast, soaking into your sleeve and dripping down like a countdown you can’t pause.

if you don’t figure something out now, blood loss is going to finish the job before 1x even gets the chance. damn it.

"tch. getting bold now, are we?" his voice drips with amusement; taunting. you can tell he’s holding back, and that means,. you’re so dead. well, at least you annoyed him. kind of a win.

a card slips free from your pack. cracked edges, faint glow. it hits the ground with a hiss.

then-

...

a burst of frost-laced smoke erupts on contact, swallowing everything in a wall of icy haze. the air turns sharp enough to cut. 1x stumbles back, blades twitching, vision muddied as frost scatters like glittering glass.

"so that’s your game," he spits, voice thick with venom. "smoke and mirrors. thought you’d have a spine by now."

from the veil steps cruel king.

he doesn’t speak at first. his face is unreadable. regal. cold. but his eyes sweep the battlefield like a predator. and when they land on you, he stops.

you’re on your knees, arm soaked red, breath rasping through clenched teeth.

he exhales through his nose. jaw tightens.

this is worse than any state he’s seen you in. or maybe it just hits harder this time. not that it matters. it's already getting on his nerves.

without a word, he lifts his wand. sigils shimmer along its length.

with a motion smooth as falling snow, he strips the blade from 1x’s grip like it’s nothing. metal clatters to the floor and stills.

"apologies for the delay," cruel king says, gaze fixed on 1x. his voice is soft, measured. a winter storm pretending to be calm. "i was under the impression they'd last longer."

"king.," you rasp. barely a whisper. you stumble, blood soaking through your sleeve and hoodie, hope clawing its way back into your chest.

he hums softly, "mhm. let me finish this. you’re bleeding on my patience."

but there’s that shift again. the way he places himself between you and the enemy. his hand tightening on the wand. not for style. or control.

he doesn’t say the words. but the fury sharpening in the air?

it’s not aimed at 1x, not fully. not yet.

it’s aimed at you. at the blood painting your arm, the sway in your stance, the choices that led you here. it’s the silent kind of anger, the sort that simmers behind cold eyes, not because he’s furious you’re hurt.

but because you acted like your life wasn’t worth as much as it is to him.

and once this is over? lecture’s coming, brace yourself.

-

bonus! - at the killers' cabin.

it’s a freaking sword in the wall, and nobody says a word. not because they don’t notice, no, everyone saw. but because 1x still has another blade in their hand, and she's in the mood where even eye contact might start a war.

noli stays quiet, eyes glued to the floor, pretending like his name wasn’t just nearly skewered out of existence.

1x isn’t looking at him anymore anyway. she’s still glaring at the wall. or, well... through it.

she’s seeing you.

specifically: you and your busted arm. you and your dumb, hopeful eyes when he showed up. and that smile.,,

that stupid, stubborn, reckless little smile you gave the frost king like he was your knight in snow-dusted armor.

disgusting.

their hands twitches.

next time, that smile?

they're going to wipe it off your face themself.

they’ll tear you down, piece by piece, until that stupid thing is gone.

they'll be your worst nightmare.

a/n; back in the survivors' cabin, you're casually bonking your teammates with no mercy. they still dont know about ck yet because that lecture is gonna be a private appointment. you’re sooo not ready lmaoo

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ backstage bliss ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. mira x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ mira wants to thank you for all of your hard work and make up for the stress she’s caused you before the show ┊1.2k words

contains: smut!! dom mira & sub reader┊backstage sex, receiving oral, established secret relationship

➤ author's note: she’s so hot omfg i love stone top femmes 

“come on, bobby! they’re going to show up soon, they always do, even if it’s last minute— stop stressing out so much, you’re going to start balding at this rate!”

despite your attempt at assuring him, you were starting to fear for your own hair at this rate. the fans were calling out for their idols, waving around their lightsticks, and becoming increasingly impatient by the second as the trio were late by a whopping four minutes. you would hate to disappoint them by sending them home without the wonderful experience of a huntrix concert, and you would hate even more to do all of the tedious work to ensure that everyone in the venue got their money back as well as a small piece of merch to make up for their troubles. your superior was calling them frantically to ask where the hell they were, and you were just mentally preparing yourself to step out and break the bad news to them.

just then, as if they were angels answering your prayers, they all fell from the skies like shooting stars and crashed onto the stage in an elegant manner, jumping straight into the performance seamlessly and saving the day. you would say you didn’t doubt them for a moment because you certainly did, but you felt like you were going to faint from relief. 

of course, you couldn’t just yet because you wanted to see your lovely girlfriend moving along to the music being blasted out of the speakers, dancing like it’s what she was born to do and all she ever wanted to do. you couldn’t let yourself show too much of your admiration and attract attention to your clear romantic adoration for her though, trying your best to hide the dopey smile that would overcome you whenever you stared for too long, but god, you couldn’t believe that she was all yours just as you were entirely hers. 

“i’m so sorry for worrying you, babe,” mira yelled out once the two of you were alone, running up behind you and almost knocking you over in an embrace. “i still can’t believe we fell for that, it’s like the demons are getting smarter or something…”

“you need to be more careful!” you scolded. “i don’t want anything bad to happen to you!” you remember when you used to be concerned for her when you first learned about her demon hunting secret, and while you had full faith in her skills now, the last part of her statement was starting to make you feel stressed out for her safety again.

“oh, don’t get your panties in a twist, we kicked their asses in less than five minutes,” she teased. “you really need to relax.”

“well, it’s difficult to relax when i have an idol girlfriend who’s constantly late to all of her events because she’s busy fighting creatures from the underworld!”

“hm… you’re right about that, i should probably make it up to you and help you destress…”

you felt your face get hot at the mischievous tone lacing her voice as her fingers fiddled with the hem of your skirt, “here? what if we get caught?”

“there’s no one here! come on now, i can tell you really need to blow off some steam. it’ll be fine, i promise.”

“okay… but you have to promise to be careful!”

“oh please, i’m nothing if not careful,” she snickered, pushing you to sit down on top of one of the speakers, and parting your thighs with your hands before hooking her fingers into your underwear and pulling it down to expose your lovely pussy to her awaiting brown eyes.

mira brought her face closer to your heat and wasted no time in dipping her tongue in, licking long, broad strokes against your folds and humming in delight at the taste of your sweetness. she watches you through her half-lidded lashes, drinking in your gorgeous facial expressions contorting in pleasure as she flicks the tip of her sharp tongue against your clit. “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting eaten out,” she cooed. she swears that the sight of you with your head thrown back and your mouth open in that adorable ‘o’ shape alone is enough to add five years to her lifespan each time, and she wants to see every single day for the rest of your lives together. 

“fuckkkk, miraa,” you whined as your fingers found their way tangled with her pink locks, subconsciously pushing her closer to your heat, something you didn’t even think was possible. 

she pressed her thumb against your weeping hole, tracing the outline and admiring how it twitched in need to be filled by her, “god, you’re so needy…”

“you were the one who wanted to do this,” you huffed, “i think that makes you the—”she cut you off by diving back in, eagerly lapping up your arousal seeping through, and turning your words into moans before you could finish. 

she loses her mind when she’s on her knees for you like this, slurping up that little piece of heaven between your thighs and worshipping like a devoted follower at an altar, sucking on your pearly little clit like it’s candy, and using her hands to keep your legs apart instead of squeezing at her head.

you felt so self-conscious, not just because of her intense passion, but also because of the location that was so recognizable yet was anything but at the same time. you felt like someone would walk in at any moment because they forgot something or someone cleaning up after hours would come across what the two of you were doing, eyes darting around nervously to keep a lookout until you felt mira’s teeth against your core in a threatening manner. 

“hey, eyes on me, baby,” she muttered, clearly displeased about your being distracted. 

“‘m sorry, i can’t help it…”

“don’t think about any of that,” she told you, although you were more focused on the sight of the trail of spit connecting her lips to your cunt, “just close your eyes and focus on me, okay?”

you nodded and did as she ordered, obedient as ever, shutting off all of your senses aside from touch, feeling her tongue thrust in and out of you before lapping at your most sensitive area in a constant motion. the push and pull made you feel that familiar knot in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with every passing second. 

mira could feel it too, the way your nails started to dig into her scalp and your fingers tugging on her locks a little harder. she sped up her pace a little bit more as if she was possessed by raw desire, closing her lips around you and sucking hard, determined to make you finish and create a mess all over her lower face. even when you did finally orgasm, calling out her name with an arch of your back, she continued to leave little kitten licks all over as if she was trying to clean you up. 

resting the side of her head against your inner thigh, she looked up at you with the most detestably loveable look, smirking at you, “see? i told you it would be fine.”

“god, you’re so insufferable!” you pouted, “we really could have been caught!”

“yeah, but we didn’t,” she shrugged. her voice lowered to a whisper, “besides, we both know that it would have turned you on even more if someone did.” the look on your face made her burst out in laughter before getting back up, “come on, let's get you cleaned up, the others are probably wondering where we are.”

request:

M-Mira eating out assistant manager reader before a show, perhaps 🥹👉👈

[vouges]

word count: 750 - nsfw, minors do not interact.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had a busy schedule, very high in demand yet for some reason always had a spot available for you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who swore the discount he gave you was just a friendly gesture, brushing it off as a way to make a loyal client feel appreciated.

Tattoo artist Simon! who never did more than necessary, the touch routine and practiced, yet with you he always let his fingers linger longer than they needed to, almost caressing, before you heard the familiar buzz of the needle.

"Gotta keep still for me, yeah?" he murmured, "Can’t be messing up my pretty canvas"

Tattoo artist Simon! who felt like a fool every time his cock hardened when you’d send through a picture of your healed up tattoo, with a sweet little thank you message always accompanied by a heart that pathetically made him want to cum in his boxers.

Tattoo artist Simon! who insisted you were just another client, even as he fucked his fist to the images of you engrained into his mind. He felt like a desperate mess, cock achingly hard as ropes of cum shot out, splattering across his stomach all from the slithers of skin that he’d seen when tattooing you. God, how easily you made him feel like an inexperienced virgin.

Tattoo artist Simon! who messaged back embarrassingly fast when you asked if he ever wanted to meet up outside of just a tattooing session. He cringed afterwards, noticing the typos and the awkward combination of emojis used.

'A thumbs up and two smiles?' he thought to himself, 'Real great Simon, should've thrown in the entire happy categories of emojis whilst you're at it'

Tattoo artist Simon! who couldn't believe his luck when you and him wound up on your sofa after dinner and a few drinks at a local pub but makes no move to question it as you both kiss messily, tongues dancing and hands reaching everywhere they can with the current restriction of your clothes.

"Wow- this is actually happening, huh?" he mumbled as you kissed messily, hands grasping at each other, "God, you've no idea how long I've been waiting for this"

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the groan that escaped him as he bottomed out in you for the first time. Hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as if he was scared you'd disappear if he let up.

"Fuuuck-" he whispered shakily as he tried to remind himself you had neighbours and very thin walls, "God that feels so good."

Tattoo artist Simon! who quickly gave up on any attempt to be quiet once he heard how pretty your moans sounded, selfishly wanting them to grace his ears with every thrust as he tilted your head back, not wanting you to stifle your moans with the cushions underneath you.

"Shit- no, keep making those sounds," he murmured, breath hot against your skin, "Wanna hear every single one of ‘em, don't go quiet on me, doll"

Tattoo artist Simon! who honestly felt like he'd never experienced sex this good, even on a less than comfortable sofa that he knew would leave him sore in the morning, it was worth it as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, so warm and tight, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck- so...so, good-" he almost whined, punctuating each word with a thrust, his balls slapping against your skin as he increased tempo, "Could stay like this forever."

Tattoo artist Simon! who kissed you with so much more care than you'd ever expect as you both came, you gushing around his cock as his cum shot out, painting your walls, before slowly oozing out from where you were both connected.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to take a moment to admire the sight of your blissed out face as you lay back on the sofa, slick with sweat and his cum running out of you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who laughed as he lay beside you on a sofa that was way too small, the both of you talking about everything and nothing at all before realising you'd both denied wanting this for so long.

"I tried so hard not to like you, thinking you were too good for me- hoping it would keep the thoughts at bay," he chuckled, a contagious sound as he ran his fingers across your skin, "Didn’t work for shit obviously with you wanting me just as bad."

[hoondrop]

hi, moon !! this is my first time sending an ask >< can i ask creampie with hoon then he fingers his cum back inside her pussy and makes her cum again and he tastes it ! tysm, you’re an angel i love ur works 🥺🥺

a/n: you're the angel here with your sweet messages 🫶🏻 I hope you like this little hoon drabble anon mwah

Your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, legs spread lazily, body flushed from how hard he just took you. His silk shirt is still on — unbuttoned, hanging open, sleeves rolled, his skin sticky with heat.

Sunghoon leans over you, still catching his breath. His cock, wet and satisfied, twitches against your thigh. His eyes? Unmoving, locked on the mess between your legs like he’s entranced.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You look ruined.”

He reaches between your thighs again, fingers slipping through your slick, dragging slowly over your entrance. You squirm, overstimulated, but he just smiles.

“Sensitive?” he murmurs. “Too bad, baby. I’m not done.”

Two fingers push in.. slowly, deliberately.. and your breath hitches.

“Gotta make sure every drop of me stays where it belongs,” he says, leaning down to whisper it into your ear. “Deep in this greedy little cunt.”

You let out a broken noise and he groans at the sound, fucking his fingers into you gently, curling them just enough to make you twitch again.

“Still so tight,” he grits out. “You came for me, took all of me, and you're still so fucking desperate.”

He watches the way your body clenches around his fingers, how your hips roll up despite how sore you are.

“God, look at you,” he growls. “You’re throbbing. You like when I stuff it back in, don’t you?”

You can’t answer. You’re whimpering, arching, mouth open but speechless.

He pulls his fingers out, slow, shining with the evidence of everything he just gave you, and lifts them to your lips.

“Taste it,” he commands, soft but dark. “Taste what I do to you.”

You part for him, and the second your tongue touches his skin, he’s kissing you again; rougher this time, lips claiming you like he’s still inside.

“Mine,” he groans into your mouth. “All of you. Always.”

Your body’s still quivering; thighs slick, chest rising, breath slow and wrecked. You’re not sure how much time has passed. You just know Sunghoon hasn’t stopped touching you.

His shirt is still open, clinging to his chest. One hand is braced beside your head, the other slips down your stomach.

He runs his fingers over the curve of it — slow, almost idle — but there’s something behind his eyes now. Not just lust.

Something deeper.

“Right here,” he murmurs, voice low. “You feel that?”

You twitch.

“That’s where I want to stay. Where I want to be.”

You blink up at him, dazed. He doesn’t look at your face — not yet. His eyes are locked on your belly like it’s sacred.

He presses his palm flat, fingers spread, applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“One day,” he says. “One day, I’m gonna fill you so deep you won’t just feel me... you’ll carry me.”

Your breath catches.

“Right here. You’ll wake up sore and aching, and I’ll still be inside you. Deeper than ever. All mine.”

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

THE FLOWER PRANK . . .

you’re sprawled on the couch in your apartment, the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the room. rafe’s next to you, one arm slung over your shoulder, his thumb idly tracing circles on your skin as he scrolls through his phone, half-watching some golf highlights on the tv.

it’s one of those chill days, just the two of you, takeout containers scattered on the coffee table, the vibe easy and comfortable.

but you’ve got a little plan brewing, something you saw on tiktok last week that’s been stuck in your head—a girl pranking her boyfriend by sending herself flowers and signing them from some random dude, just to see how he’d react. you figured it’d be fun to try with rafe, knowing how he gets when he’s even a little jealous.

you’d ordered the flowers a couple days ago, a bouquet of roses, nothing too over-the-top, and signed the card with “-Jake,” some generic name that could belong to anyone. the delivery’s supposed to come any minute, and you’re trying to keep your face neutral, but your heart’s racing, half-excited, half-nervous about how rafe’s gonna take it.

“you good, baby?” rafe asks, glancing over, catching the way you’re fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. his voice is low, that outer banks drawl thick as always, and his blue eyes narrow slightly, like he’s trying to read you.

“yeah, just comfy,” you say, flashing a quick smile, leaning into him to sell it. he hums, satisfied for now, and goes back to his phone, but you can feel the anticipation bubbling under your skin.

there’s a knock at the door, and you jump up, maybe a little too fast, brushing your hands on your shorts. “i’ll get it,” you say, trying to sound casual, and rafe barely looks up, just nods, still focused on his screen.

you open the door, and there’s the delivery guy, holding a bouquet of red roses, wrapped in cellophane with a little card tucked in. “delivery for you,” he says, handing them over, and you put on your best shocked face, eyes wide, mouth slightly open as you take them.

“oh, wow, uh… thanks,” you say, loud enough for rafe to hear, and you close the door, cradling the flowers like they’re a total surprise. you turn back to the living room, and rafe’s looking up now, brow furrowed, his phone forgotten in his lap.

“who’s that from?” he asks, voice flat, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s already suspicious. he sits up straighter, arm sliding off the back of the couch as he leans forward.

“i… i don’t know,” you say, playing it up, setting the bouquet on the counter and plucking the card from the flowers with a dramatic little frown. you open it, reading aloud, “had a great time last week, can’t stop thinking about you… Jake?” you let your voice go up at the end, like you’re confused, and you glance at rafe, who’s staring at you now, jaw tight, eyes narrowed.

“jake?” he repeats, slow, like he’s testing the name, and he’s already getting that look—lips pressed into a line, one hand gripping his knee a little too hard. “who the fuck is jake?”

you shrug, biting your lip to keep from smiling, keeping your eyes wide and innocent. “i have no idea,” you say, holding the card up like it’s evidence. “this is so weird. i don’t even know any jakes.”

rafe’s not buying it, not completely. he stands, crossing the room in a couple strides, his hands shoving into his pockets like he’s trying to keep them under control. “you don’t know any jakes, but some dude’s sendin’ you flowers?” he says, voice low, that possessive edge creeping in.

he’s close now, towering over you, and you can see the way his jaw ticks, the way his eyes flick between you and the roses like they’re personally offending him.

“rafe, i swear, i don’t know what this is,” you say, doubling down, holding the card out for him to see. “maybe it’s a mistake or… or someone’s just messing with me.” you’re trying so hard to sound convincing, but there’s a tiny quiver in your voice, and you’re not sure if it’s from nerves or the effort of not laughing.

he snatches the card from your hand, scanning it like it’s gonna give him answers, and his frown deepens. “had a great time last week?” he reads, voice dripping with irritation. “what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? you were with me all last week, baby.” he steps closer, eyes locked on yours, searching, and you can feel the jealousy rolling off him, sharp and hot.

“i was!” you say, nodding quickly, laying it on thick. “that’s why this makes no sense. i’ve been with you, rafe. you know that.” you reach out, touching his arm, trying to soothe him, but he’s still tense, like a coiled spring.

“then why’s some fuckin’ guy sendin’ you roses?” he snaps, tossing the card on the counter, his hand raking through his hair, a sure sign he’s pissed. “you got some dude on the side i don’t know about?” it’s half a joke, but the way he’s looking at you says he’s half-serious, too, like he’s waiting for you to slip up.

“rafe, no,” you say, shaking your head, stepping closer, your hands on his chest now, trying to pull him back. “you know i’d never. this is probably just… i don’t know, a weird prank or something.” you’re so close to breaking, the urge to confess bubbling up, but you hold it together, batting your lashes, playing the innocent card.

he exhales, sharp, his hands landing on your hips, pulling you against him, but it’s not gentle—it’s possessive, like he’s reminding himself you’re his. “better be a fuckin’ prank,” he mutters, eyes boring into yours, and you can see the annoyance simmering, the way he’s fighting not to let it take over. “ain’t nobody else gettin’ flowers to my girl, aight? just me.”

you nod, biting your lip, and you can’t help it—you crack a tiny smile, just enough to tip him off. his eyes narrow, and he tilts his head, studying you. “what’s that look?” he asks, voice suspicious, fingers tightening on your hips.

“nothing,” you say, too quick, and he raises a brow, not buying it.

“bullshit,” he says, but there’s a hint of a smirk now, like he’s starting to catch on. “you know somethin’. you pullin’ one over on me, baby?”

you laugh, can’t help it, and it’s enough to give you away. “okay, okay!” you say, throwing your hands up, giggling as you step back. “it’s a prank! i sent them to myself. saw it on tiktok, thought it’d be funny.”

rafe’s face shifts, annoyance melting into something else—half-relief, half-exasperation. “you fuckin’ serious?” he says, but he’s laughing now, shaking his head, stepping closer to crowd you against the counter. “you little shit, gettin’ me all worked up over some fake-ass jake?”

“it was funny!” you defend, still giggling, but he’s got you pinned now, his hands on either side of you, trapping you between him and the counter. his eyes are softer, but there’s still that possessive glint, like he’s not totally over it.

“funny, huh?” he says, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear, voice low. “you know what ain’t funny? makin’ me think some other guy’s got his eyes on my girl.” he kisses your neck, slow, deliberate, and you shiver, your hands gripping his arms.

“sorry,” you say, not sorry at all, and he pulls back, smirking, shaking his head like he doesn’t know what to do with you.

“you’re gonna make it up to me,” he says, half-teasing, half-serious, and you grin, knowing he’s already over it, but he’s not gonna let you off that easy. “no more fake jakes, aight? only flowers you’re gettin’ are from me.”

“deal,” you say, leaning up to kiss him, soft and sweet, and he pulls you closer, like he’s making sure you know exactly who you belong to.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇

𓂅 taglist ― @littlelamy @dollyfiles @drewstarkeyswife0 @icaqttt @urcoolgf @camercns @pointocean @dsfault @rafestoothbrush @huhidontknowstuff @drewssgirl

[sagesturns]

˖°. face sitting - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. face sitting. oral (f! receiving). use of petnames. beard burn. +more

"don't just hover," matt mutters, eyes dark and voice low, the edge in it unmistakable. "i’m not fragile, sweetheart."

his hands grip your hips before you can hesitate — large, warm, calloused — and in one motion, he pulls you down, mouth meeting your cunt like a man starved. his tongue found your clit, slow and purposeful, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that had your hips rolling against his mouth.. it knocks a breath from your lungs, your thighs instinctively tensing around his head as a shocked, broken sound escapes your lips.

he wastes no time. there’s no teasing. no slow build. just matt, buried between your thighs, eating like it’s the only thing he was made to do.

his brown hair is tousled against your skin, and you catch the glint of those blown pupils- blue eyes looking up at you — wild, focused, determined to ruin you. his tongue drags through your folds, slow and deliberate, before flicking against your clit with an intensity that makes your hips jolt.

“already this wet?” he groans into you, beard scraping against the soft inside of your thighs — rough enough to sting, but not enough to stop you from grinding down on his face like it’s instinct. “fuck, i missed this.”

the scruff on his jaw rubs harshly against your skin with every motion, leaving raw, tingling patches in its wake. It burns — just a little — but paired with the wet warmth of his tongue and the way he’s so into it, you can’t even bring yourself to care. you’re too far gone, too busy falling apart in his hands, on his mouth, on the sharp drag of his beard and the relentless press of his lips.

your hands scramble for something — the bedsheets, his hair, anything — as moans pour from your mouth unchecked. every flick of his tongue, every groan he lets out against your dripping cunt sends you higher, makes your thighs quiver around his head.

and still, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even slow down.

“c’mon,” he murmurs between licks, voice muffled and desperate. “don’t hold back on me now.”

you fall apart not long after that, body arching, chest heaving as your orgasm rips through you. he stays locked in place through it all, mouth wet and messy, groaning like your taste alone is enough to keep him fed for days. you cum hard, hips stuttering, thighs shaking, and he drinks down every bit of it like it’s the only thing he needs.

when you finally come down, breath ragged and skin flushed, he pulls back slowly — lips slick, face shining, and beard thoroughly soaked. your thighs feel tender, overworked, sensitive — the rough patches from his scruff still burning faintly where they brushed too hard.

matt smirks as he looks up at you, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with heat. he doesn’t say anything — just leans in again, this time trailing his tongue gently over the reddened skin along your inner thighs. each stroke is careful, soothing, cooling the sting he left behind with soft licks and barely-there kisses.

“didn’t mean to bite you up so bad,” he says softly, nuzzling into the mark he left. “had to make it worth it.”

you don’t even have the strength to answer — just tug him up by the hair until his mouth is on yours, deep and slow and coated in everything he just took from you. and when he kisses you like that — all tongue and heat and pride — you swear you’d let him do it all over again.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: that photo of him is so hot. im acc going feral.

[sevarchive]

જ⁀➴ blue lock ; kahoot edition

synopsis: in which nine blue lock players are forced into a “team bonding” on kahoot! starring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shouei, gagamaru gin, and kunigami rensuke

a/n: this took me an entire day to write, edit, and recover from emotionally TT i really hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed losing my mind making it. have fun, i hope your brain short-circuits at least once. enjoy the ride 💀🧹

[ isagi started a call. ]

isagi: okay—okay, everyone’s here, let’s just—

barou: if one of you makes a fart noise into the mic i’m blocking you

isagi: i didn’t even say anything yet 💀

shidou: YOOOOO START IT I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. MY MOUSE IS READY TO VIOLENCE.

bachira: wait i can’t hear anything is that my mic or shidou screaming again?

reo: your mic’s fine. shidou can we please act like people for two seconds—

shidou: NAHHHHH I’M LOCKED IN CHAT

nagi: …i still haven’t opened it btw

barou: STOP BEING LAZY. OPEN IT. YOU TAP TWO BUTTONS AND YOUR WHOLE LIFE’S NOT THAT HARD.

gagamaru: gu—ys—wai—i—he—lp—

isagi: gagamaru are you STILL lagging???

gagamaru: i’m in a forest

rin: bro what

reo: are you in the middle of a national park right now—

gagamaru: it’s fine, i climbed higher. might have signal now… i think

shidou (laughing way too hard): MY GUY IS PLAYING KAHOOT FROM A BRANCH. A BRANCH.

barou (losing it): IF I LOSE TO SOMEONE USING TWIG SIGNAL I’M FLIPPING MY WHOLE SETUP.

rin: i hope this kahoot crashes

bachira: same but in a fun way

shidou: IM READY LET’S GOOOOO

isagi: okay okay i’m sending the game pin—we're not starting until everyone’s in, alright??

reo: someone tell nagi it’s not a visual novel he actually has to do something.

nagi (deadpan): idc. i’m just here to breathe and get questions wrong.

isagi: code’s 666420. join the kahoot. don’t pick dumb names this time.

chigiri: …that feels illegal.

bachira: OMG that’s my angel number!!!

Nagi: too lazy to type it. someone click for me.

gagamaru (faint, laggy): wai—don’t—start—i can’t—my screen’s—fro—

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

bachira: GAGAMARU NOOOO

reo: bro he’s gonna rejoin and say “wait what question are we on” when we’re on like #19

kunigami: wait what’s the code again i just got here—

shidou: THE CODE IS 666420—YOU’RE WELCOME! LOCK THAT IN YOUR MUSCLE BRAIN

chigiri: someone mute him PLS

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

bachira: OMG TREE WIFI IS BACK

gagamaru: uhhh so signal’s kinda better now. a crow moved off the branch so that helped ig

reo: bro kicked karasu off the tree just to join kahoot

shidou: LMAO karasu somewhere in the woods like “damn my bad bro, didn’t know you were lagging”

isagi: ok who the hell just joined as @ben.d.over

everyone (talking at once): NAHHHH

kunigami: wait why’s everyone laughing what’s wrong with ben

rin: read it again slowly

kunigami: …oh my god

isagi: i’m ending this game already and we haven’t even started—

rin: i should’ve muted you all when i had the chance

reo: too late we’re in the trenches now

[messi_is_me has joined the game.]

[rin has joined the game.]

[HUGH MUNGUS has joined the game.]

[ben.d.over has joined the game.]

[richdaddyreal has joined the game.]

[leftthumbonly has joined the game.]

[imagine losing has joined the game.]

[EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has joined the game.]

[muscle_reaper7 has joined the game.]

[forestwifi_survivor has joined the game.]

isagi: bro who the hell is HUGH MUNGUS 😭

shidou (already dying): NAHHHHHHHHH whoever typed that needs jail and a hug

bachira: sobbing at ben.d.over omg pls whoever you are never change 💖💖💖

kunigami: this is actually a crime against maturity

reo: bro we’re in 8th grade again and it’s kinda fun ngl

gagamaru (still lagging): wait who’s hugh? did another person join??

barou: TCH. EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has ARRIVED.

everyone: bro. we KNOW it’s you 😭😭😭

isagi: ok BUT why is someone just rin 💀 that’s worse than being cringe

shidou: LMFAOOOO bro typed his name like it’s a school test

chigiri: nah bro said “i’m not like the other girls” and then picked nothing

rin: i am literally just rin. i have dignity. unlike the rest of you parasites.

bachira: ok “rin” 🙄✨

[ host clicks “start game” ]

[ kahoot music starts blaring ]

barou (mic BUSTED): LETS GO EMPEROR OF GOALS! I WILL ASCEND.

shidou (yelling over him): AYYYYYYY GET READY TO LOOOOOOOSEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥

bachira (cackling): MY EARS JUST LEFT THE CHAT 💀💀💀

chigiri: somebody MUTE THEM.

shidou (immediately): EZ. it’s RED. next question.

isagi: BRO DON’T SAY THE ANSWER DIMWIT 😭😭😭

reo: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD YOU WALKING CONCUSSION

bachira: LMFAOOO not shidou speedrunning self-sabotage

kunigami: this is why we can’t have nice things

nagi: does that mean it’s not red? 🤨

gagamaru (from the trees): wait hold up i just got signal what did he say

barou: TCH. if you don’t know the answer, don’t play the game.

chigiri: bro has the audacity to scream the answer like it’s a flex

rin: first question and the stupidity’s already astronomical

shidou: ok but like. i was RIGHT tho. you’re welcome.

isagi: this isn’t a group project bro SHUT UP 💀

[ leaderboard after Q1: ]

🥇 ben.d.over 🥈 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 🥉 messi_is_me 4th — leftthumbonly 5th — HUGH MUNGUS

barou: SECOND?! I AM THE EMPEROR. I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS.

isagi: how the hell am i losing to a guy named ben.d.over

shidou: i’m FIFTH??? i SAID the answer out loud 😭

reo: you helped everyone and still fumbled.

nagi: me being 4th is actually a miracle. i clicked by accident

gagamaru (finally loading): wait the leaderboard’s up?? guys. what place am i

chigiri: bro you’re not even on it 😭

rin: one question in and i already want to mute this entire call

bachira: #1 babyyyyy catch me if you cannnn

gagamaru (already overwhelmed): ok wait wait. it SAYS “red” but the box is BLUE! do i click the blue box that says red?? or the RED box??

reo: just click the one that says red 😭 it’s not a trick question

barou (yelling): NO—JUST PICK THE COLOR

gagamaru: WHAT—WHICH COLOR?? THE COLOR OF THE BOX OR THE COLOR OF THE WORD??

bachira: i’m wheezing he’s getting gaslit in 4K

shidou: bro’s fighting kahoot, barou, and his internet all at once 💀

kunigami: nah that was dirty i won’t lie lol i had an existential crisis

nagi: i think he just blacked out and clicked uno

isagi: whoever designed kahoot is actually evil for that one

barou: IF YOU FELL FOR THAT YOU’RE A MORON. WORDS OVER COLORS. THINK WITH YOUR HEAD.

rin (finally losing it): you are all COLORBLIND. you are COLOR. BLIND.

[ leaderboard after Q2: ]

🥇 leftthumbonly 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 4th — messi_is_me 5th — rin

gagamaru (finally catching up): NOOOO i should’ve clicked the blue one that SAID red

reo: bro that was 2 minutes ago 😭 you still processing??

nagi (deadpan): ayo??? how am i first

bachira: YOU??? i was #1 you fraud

barou: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. EMPEROR OF GOALS WILL NOT STAND FOR THIRD.

isagi: i’m 4th. this is bullying.

bachira: wait bro where’s imagine losing 😭😭😭

reo: nah don’t tell me chigiri’s not even on the board 💀

shidou: bro’s the fastest in real life but couldn’t even click a button in time 😭

isagi: he’s got 40-yard dash speed but lagging in kahoot reflexes 💀

chigiri (furious): I MISCLICKED ONCE

barou: sounds like skill issue to me

chigiri: ok but when i beat all of you in sprints i don’t wanna hear a thing

shidou: not if kahoot beats you first 🫵

isagi: there is ONE correct answer here. and if y’all pick anything else i’m calling the cops

reo: WHAT IS THIS QUESTION??? 😭

bachira: i voted for my imaginary friend. he told me to

shidou: gagamaru’s wifi is NOT the goat that’s the villain 😭

gagamaru (suddenly cutting out): i clicked m– krrch —own wifi an— skshh—wait why— disconnects

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

chigiri: NAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 HIS WIFI TOOK IT PERSONALLY

reo: he clicked “gagamaru’s wifi” and it jumped him on sight 😭💀

shidou: HIS WIFI SAID “WHO’S THE GOAT NOW?” AND YEETED HIM OFF THE CALL 😭😭😭

bachira: self-inflicted lag. beautiful

barou (suddenly SCREAMING): WHY. IS. MY. REFLECTION. ON THIS DAMN LIST. WHO. PUT. THAT.

isagi: you sound mad for someone who looks in the mirror every 4 minutes

barou: I’M MAD IT’S EVEN AN OPTION. THIS BETTER BE THE CORRECT ANSWER OR I’M ENDING THIS GAME.

isagi: calm down emperor palpatine it’s not that deep

barou: SOMEONE CHANGE THE QUIZ NAME TO “WHO WANTS TO DIE TODAY”

shidou: NO LMAO SOMEONE GIVE HIM A POINT JUST FOR SELF-LOVE

[ leaderboard after Q3: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 leftthumbonly 🥉 ben.d.over 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

isagi: HUGH MUNGUS???? bro HOW are you first 😭😭😭

shidou (screaming): LET’S GOOOOOOO I AM HIM 😤💥💪

bachira: how did he climb all that from the pits of dumbassery

barou (still fuming): you’re telling me my reflection wasn’t correct?? YOU’RE SAYING RONALDO OVER MY MIRRORED GLORY???

reo: it’s literally a real person vs. your gym selfie 😭

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

gagamaru (reconnected, confused): wait i got booted mid-question did the wifi option win or what

isagi: nah bro your wifi sabotaged you 😭

gagamaru: my router’s holding a grudge i swear

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is at the top of the leaderboard. i actually hate this.

bachira: don’t worry rin, you’re top 1...IN SULKING SPEEDRUNS

rin: i hate all of you

reo: WAIT. IS THAT RIN IN A BALLGOWN 😭😭😭

isagi: YO WHO MADE THIS QUIZ. WHO DID THAT TO HIM 💀💀💀

nagi: nah he lowkey serving… but also threatening

shidou: bro looks like he’s about to hit a pirouette and a homicide 💃🔪

rin (furious): WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT PICTURE.

bachira: you in your disney princess era bestie 😚

barou: ENOUGH. I BETTER NOT BE THE RIGHT ANSWER. I AM FASHION.

kunigami: you wore zebra pants with gold chains last week–

chigiri: don’t forget the crown and the “born to score” crop top

barou: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SCORE YOUR FUNERAL

gagamaru (still buffering): wait why is rin dressed like elsa

reo: can we circle back to the fact that I’m an option too??

bachira: yeah that’s for all your rich boy yacht outfits 😭

rin: WHO MADE THIS. WHO ACTUALLY MADE THIS.

shidou: these questions got more violent than blue lock itself 💀

isagi: nah fr. this isn’t trivia, this is targeted bullying

bachira: AND I’M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND 😍

[ leaderboard after Q4: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 5th — messi_is_me

shidou (wheezing): BAROU WAS THE CORRECT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

bachira: LMAOOOOOOO I’M ACTUALLY CRYINGGGG

barou (screaming from his soul): EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!

reo: oh my god he’s gonna suplex the kahoot server

isagi: no bc the zebra pants were a crime and the quiz just confirmed it 💀

kunigami: justice has been served. with glitter and shame.

barou: WHO DECIDED THIS?? WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT EMPEROR OF GOALS AS A FASHION FAILURE

nagi: you wear gold chains to practice bro

chigiri: and you showed up in crocs once. crocs. with spikes.

rin: Y’ALL ARE LAUGHING AND I’M STILL IN A DAMN GOWN

gagamaru (delayed): rin look like he’s about to sing “let it go”

bachira: BC HE’S LETTING GO OF HIS DIGNITY

barou: THIS. QUIZ. IS. RIGGED.

reo: NAHHHH THIS QUIZ JUST WENT PERSONAL 💀💀💀

bachira: “rin (but he’ll never admit it)” is insane levels of violence 😭

nagi: picked blue. left foot supremacy

shidou: i picked yellow. i want drama 😈

isagi: bro this is less trivia and more emotional exposure therapy

rin (furious): WHY AM I EVEN AN OPTION. WHO ADDED THAT.

bachira: sorry rin ur tsundere lore is out 😚

shidou: “he’ll never admit it” is SO real tho

barou: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GAME ABOUT SOCCER. WHY ARE WE IN A TELL-ALL CONFESSIONAL

kunigami: lowkey “the idea of being better than everyone else” might actually be the most accurate

gagamaru (late as always): wait did sae join the kahoot??

bachira: no but i wish he did just to see him pick “himself” and log out

rin: this quiz is sick. i’m reporting it.

shidou: what’s wrong rin. you don’t love yourself the way sae maybe does??? 😭😭😭

[ leaderboard after Q5: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

bachira: nooooo not “himself” 😭😭😭 SAE YOU SELF-LOVING BASTARD

isagi: bro really looked at love and said “me, myself, and i”

shidou: LMFAOOO RIN GOT LEFT ON READ BY HIS OWN BLOOD 💔💀

reo: can someone hug rin before he explodes

nagi: rin’s emotionally speedrunning all five stages of grief

barou: i don’t care if sae loves a brick, can we move on

gagamaru: wait so sae doesn’t love rin?? 😔

rin (low, dead inside): i’m. not. crying.

bachira: you’re just allergic to emotional damage??

shidou: guys don’t make fun of him. he’s top 1 in having a fictional situationship with his brother

isagi: can someone play sad violin noises over vc

reo: we need to end this before rin disconnects permanently 😭

nagi: yo is this next one the last question??

isagi: yeah yeah ONE MORE. FINAL ROUND. everyone breathe and brace!

isagi: WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

reo: WHY IS HIS APRON SO TIGHT WHO DID THIS

bachira: NOOOO HE LOOKS SO ANGRY YET SO SERVING 😭😭

nagi: this is the scariest and sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

shidou: TRUE. TRUE. TRUE. I CLICKED TRUE BEFORE IT EVEN LOADED

kunigami: what the actual hell is this quiz

barou (deranged screaming): WHO MADE THIS. WHO FOUND THAT PICTURE. I WILL END YOU.

isagi: bro why does he still look like he could bench press all of us in that outfit

gagamaru (in awe): wait fr… why is he kinda…

chigiri: no say it. we’re all thinking it.

gagamaru: …kinda bad

bachira: BADDER THAN YOUR WIFI 😭😭😭

rin: i think i'm gonna be sick..

shidou: maid barou supremacy forever. that apron’s doing heavy lifting

reo: he looks like he’s about to hand me a cupcake and then body slam me

barou (still unhinged): I’M ENDING THIS QUIZ. I’M DELETING KAHOOT. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU

bachira: too late babe you're trending on maidtok 💅🧹

[ FINAL KAHOOT LEADERBOARD ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly

shidou (screaming): I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

bachira: NOOOOOOO WHY DID I GET SECOND 😭😭😭 i wanted the power

nagi: i was just pressing colors. what happened

isagi: i dropped from 3rd to off the podium like my stocks crashed bro

reo: wait. where the hell did I go. am i in NINTH??

kunigami: i’m BELOW gagamaru. and he picked options with lag.

gagamaru (re-entering from the woods): i think i clicked red but it was actually green and the crow started screeching again

chigiri: y'all just imagine me being the fastest in blue lock and the slowest in kahoot like shut the hell up

bachira: chigiri fumbled the click bag 💀

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is the winner. i genuinely hate it.

isagi: ok rules are rules… winner gets to choose anything, right?

shidou (with the most evil smirk): YES. and i’ve decided 😇

barou (already panicking): no. NO. WHATEVER IT IS, NO.

shidou: you… barou-sama…are going to wear. the maid outfit. AGAIN. 😈 but this time... we’re POSTING IT ON TWITTER 🧍‍♀️✨

barou (screeching): WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

bachira: LIVE YOUR TRUTH MAID KING 😭😭😭😭

reo: we are boosting the tweet. everyone turn on RTs

nagi: wait let me edit the photo. adding sparkles and cat ears rn

gagamaru: can we tag ego

kunigami: you are all going to hell gagamaru. DON'T

barou (frothing): I WILL UNPLUG EVERY ROUTER IN JAPAN. I SWEAR.

shidou (typing on phone already): caption: "maid barou ready to serve AND score 🧹💘"

rin: i’m leaving. i’m logging off. this is brain rot.

bachira: SEE Y’ALL AT THE NEXT KAHOOT 😍🎉

[ vc disconnected ]

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[mr-tony-stark]

Tony laughed. “Oh good.  I know I’m not much of a cook but I was sure I could handle putting meat and salad between bread.”  He was glad that Bucky liked it though.  He’d tried making food for people he’d cared about before, but it had never gone well.  A sandwich felt safe and apparently the choice had paid off going by Bucky’s reaction.  “Oh come on now,” he said.  “It’s some bread, meat, and cheese.  I didn’t make you a gourmet meal.” 

Tony smiles as Bucky’s hand brushes over his.  Steve doesn’t miss the moment - and god how he wished he could just knock their heads together and tell them that this right here is a romantic relationship.  That they liked each other.  Not as friends but as something much different to friends.  He hoped they’d get to it in their own time.

Tony grinned at Bucky as he played sound with his water.  “Does it feel wet too?” he asked.  “It’s really hard to know what the sensors will report to your brain, and you know what?  A lot of it comes down to just your brain deciding for itself what it’s supposed to feel like.  There’s this trick you can do, where you lay a rubber arm next to someone’s real arm but you cover the real arm, and you can literally trick the person into thinking that they can feel all the things you do to the rubber one.  And the rubber one only needs to vaguely resemble an arm.”  He took Bucky’s hand and flipped it over and ran his finger down his palm as he spoke animatedly.  “There are neuro receptors running all the way down the arm and they’re just sending a signal to your brain that something happening - a temperature, a pressure, a density, maybe a viscosity, but it’s your brain that decides what that date means and most of that is based on your sight.”

He looked up at Bucky and tapped his wrist much like he would to his real arm when he was trying to ground him.  “I will warn you though, Buck, there are potential side effects we have envisioned.  We don’t know if these will happen, because you’re the test subject, so it could end up meaning we have to turn the feeling setting off, or have you take breaks from it.  We’ll have to see.  But because you can’t actually hurt this arm, the pain receptors are turned down.  I mean, let’s say you’re out and a car comes hurting toward you, I don’t want you to flinch about using this to stop it because you’re worried it’d feel like all your bones were shattering.  Same as if you put it in a fire, we wouldn’t want it to feel like your skin is blistering.  You don’t have skin or bones in this arm, you can still do all those superhero things with it.  But - that could mean you start to forget that your real hand feels pain and you end up doing something really dumb with it.  Or maybe your brain will overcompensate and just decided for itself it should feel like you broke every bone in your arm.  I’m not saying those things could happen, but we want to get ahead of them if they do.”

He let go of Bucky’s hand.  “Until then, enjoy it.  And yes, the cradle is amazing.  One day we might even be able to grow you a whole new arm in it from the skeleton up.” 

Bucky’s eyes widen, “No! No that’s why I asked, it’s so much better than anything i’ve ever had from that cafeteria, I thought maybe you had a special connection in the kitchens and got the good stuff,” he grins, taking another bite and its quiet while he chews and swallows, “You made me a sandwich for after surgery? That’s real nice Tony, thank you,” he says with a warmer, sincere smile, tempted to reach out his hand but he didn’t know how Tony felt about that now that Steve was around.

Steve knew about them sure but Bucky was used to tamping down the affection in front of anyone, so he busies his hand with reaching for the cup of ice. He picks it up with his metal hand, eyes widening as he could feel the cold beneath his fingers. He sets his sandwich on the wrapper and pours some water into the cup, unable to resist the urge to dip his finger in it, staring in awe as he was able to feel the wetness of the water, and the chill from the cold.

“Jesus..I ain’t felt anything with my left hand since I fell..” he mumbles, trying to come to terms with the fact that he would be able to feel with both hands now. His flesh hand travels up to his shoulder to feel the skin at the base where the prosthetic connected to his arm, “and my shoulder doesn’t hurt anymore, the Cradle must’ve done it’s job..”

[musingsofheaven]

MILK AND PEACHES.

best friend!tashi duncan x roomate afab!Reader

nsfw. clothing kink. power dynamics. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀overstimulation. somatic focus. praise & degradation.⠀ lactation kink (fantasy). dubcon-adjacent. oral fixation. ♡

When Tashi is in the mood, you won’t get any rest. That’s how it is. Like right now, you’re walking back from the bathroom barefoot, hair damp and warm against your back, and she’s right there, leaning lazily in the doorway of your shared dorm like she was waiting. Like she heard your steps and got bored, or maybe just needy for you, and wants to play.

“Took your time,” she says, voice all slow honey and mean affection. You smile, soft, sheepish- only for her hand to slide under the hem of your big shirt. You raise your hand at her action before you feel her hook two fingers into the waistband of your panties. You freeze. And then- yank.

The fabric pulls tight between your legs, wedging up between your folds. You let out a soft noise, more surprised than hurt. Biting your lips quickly and closing your eyes briefly. But she doesn’t let go.

She pulls again.

Yank.

The cotton sinks higher, dragging over your clit now, slicing between your pussy lips like a wedge. Your thighs twitch, and you feel yourself getting wetter.

“Tashi,” you whisper, but she hums, not listening to you since she has already made up her mind about what she will do to you, and gives one more sharp tug.

You stagger half a step back- into her. She catches you by the waist, laughter warm against your neck as she walks back with you to her bed and sits you down on her lap like you’re weightless. Your shirt rides up in the process. The underwear’s practically almost transparent at this point, and she just keeps doing it.

Pull.

Rub.

Snap.

The fabric goes stretches, and each time it moves. God, it’s such a soft material and it’s new and… it presses right to your clit, soaked through with your slick. You whimper. She grins.

“I missed your pussy,” she murmurs, mouthing slow kisses up your neck now. Breathing hard and inhaling your fresh bathed body. One hand snakes around your hip, down to your belly. The other is still pulling, now from the front- teasing, so deliberately slow it hurts.

“Feel that?” she whispers against your ear, licking your earlobe.

Her hand at your front gives the tiniest little rock, dragging the fabric- wet, sticky, hot- right over the center of you. You twitch. She laughs. “God, this pussy loves being teased.”

You squirm in her lap, hips shifting without meaning to, trying to chase more friction- but her other arm locks around your waist, pinning you back to her chest. She’s stronger than she looks considering all of that tennis training she has.

“Ah-ah. Don’t grind on me like some desperate little thing. I’m not even touching you yet.” Another slow tug. Just to prove a point to you. You can feel the fabric dragging sticky against your slit, each side of your pussy wrapping around it like it belongs there.

And then- her mouth again, lazy and mocking against your neck, “She’s so fucking cute like this. Look at her- stuffed full of cotton and still leaking.”

She starts rocking her fingers, then tiny back-and-forth pulls from the front. Fuck. You already told her before not to do that because it messes up the garters of your panties, but she still does it. Each pull of it sending the soaked cloth rubbing directly against your clit. You whimper. It’s too much and not enough.

“She missed me, didn’t she?” she coos, like she’s speaking to your cunt now, not you. She does that. Talk to her. Talk to your pussy. “You poor thing. I leave for one weekend and you’re dripping for me through your panties like a slut.”

You nod. You can’t speak. But you hum and whine for it. Her teeth scrape lightly against your neck. Her fingers still haven’t moved the fabric aside.

“Maybe I’ll let her come like this,” she murmurs. “Maybe I won’t even touch her properly tonight.”

But her fingers already slip under the waistband to contradict that statement. And she doesn’t yank this time. No sharp tug. No teasing pull. She peels them down. Just to your thighs.

The cotton drags wet over your cunt as it lowers, catching for a moment on the shape of your clit before it slips beneath- leaving your pussy bare and messy in the cool air.

Tashi moans under her breath like she’s the one getting touched. “God,” she whispers, one hand cupping your hip, the other hand spreading you open so casually it’s obscene. “Look what you did to yourself.”

She parts your lips with her fingers, she looks at it while she rubs gently each lip while she’s showing it open, slick stringing between them, everything throbbing from how long she teased. Her thumb strokes once, lightly, over your swollen clit and you jerk- a breathy whine slipping out before you can stop it.

“You’re twitching,” she says, voice like velvet. “Poor thing. You needed this so bad, didn’t you?” And then her hand moves- really moves.

Left hand slipping between your legs to rub tight little circles on your clit, slow but with pressure. Not teasing anymore. Just mean. Like how she usually is when she’s in the mood. Right hand slides lower- two fingers pressing at your entrance, already soaked, already fluttering open for her. “Tashi- ” you gasp.

“Shhh.” She kisses your neck again, sweet and mocking, like you’re not gushing all over her fingers. “Let me make it up to her. She waited so patiently.”

You gasp as her hand shifts, not pushing in like you thought- just letting her fingers hover at your soaked little entrance. Feeling how hot you are, how your pussy flutters open for her on instinct. She could feel it beating. You try to push your hips forward, but she doesn’t give you the satisfaction.

“Not here,” she says quietly. “She deserves better than my lap.” And before you can ask, she’s lifting you again- strong arms under your thighs, the wet crotch of your panties still stretched around them, clinging like a brand. She lays you down. Onto her bed. Onto her pillow. Onto the softest place she knows.

Your legs part on reflex. Wide and open for her. Panties stretch when you open your legs. She stays kneeling between them. Tashi’s eyes drag over you- shirt bunched, panties caught at mid-thigh, pussy swollen and soaked from all her teasing. Her voice dips lower.

“Look at her,” she murmurs, like she’s talking to your cunt again, not to you. “Such a good girl for me. She waited so long.” And finally- finally- her fingers hook into the panties and drag them down.

Not rough. Not playful now. Just slow. Careful. She pulls them all the way off this time, tossing them aside. And you’re bare… but you already are bare down there and now just no more panties on your body or on your thighs. Your cunt’s glistening. Puffed up. Needy.

Tashi exhales like it’s the first breath she’s taken all night. She slides her hands up your thighs, settles low between them. Her face inches from your heat. But she doesn’t go there first. She goes up. Hands glide beneath your shirt again, pushing the fabric up, up, and up until your breasts show to her and trembling in the air.

Her mouth is on you before you can even cover yourself. She sucks. Deep, open-mouthed, wet. No hesitation. She latches like she believes you’re full of milk and she’s starved for it.

“Fuck, they’re heavy,” she breathes, moaning against your skin. “So full for me.”

You shake your head, panting, “They’re not, they’re not- ”

“They are,” she insists, taking the other into her mouth now. Tongue swirling around the nipple before she suckles again, hard. Tongue flickering, playing with it. “You just don’t know how much you make.”

One hand comes down. Trails between your legs. Her fingers slide through your folds, warm and wet and finally real. “You’re dripping,” she says softly. “Everywhere. Bet you’re full here, too.”

You whine. Her mouth never leaves your tit, sucking with soft desperation now, as her fingers press down on your clit- just enough to make your hips jump. She doesn’t stop.

Even after your hips jerk, even after you gasp her name like a warning, like a plea, she keeps her mouth on your tit- sucking slow, steady, like there’s something sweet in you she won’t go without. Your back arches off the bed.

Her fingers fuck you deeper, curl up inside you so perfectly, and her palm grinds where you’re dripping- slippery circles that make your thighs twitch and your stomach tighten. You’re going to come. You need to. You have to. You want to. It’s too much. Too hot. Too good. But she won’t let you fall apart just yet.

“Say it,” Tashi murmurs, lips brushing your nipple. “Tell me what you’re feeding me. Tell me what she’s so full of.”

You shake your head, breath hitching. Too embarrassed by it. “No, it’s- it’s not real- ”

She groans against your chest, suckles harder. Two fingers fuck up into you, slow and deep, and you feel it- your cunt tightening around them, messy and hot and pulsing. You can’t stop crying.

“Yes, it is. You’re leaking for me. Just for me.”

“I- ” you choke on a breath, whimpering. “I don’t have- ”

“Don’t lie,” she hisses, biting on your nipple. “Your tits are aching for me. You need me to drink from you.”

She sucks again, loud, her tongue flicking your nipple until your hands fly up to clutch her hair, tug her closer, like it’s true. Like she’s pulling something out of you, slow and needed. Like she wants it to spurt in her mouth and make it full. “Say it,” she commands again. “Say you’re full for me.”

Your pussy flutters around her fingers. She feels it. Smiles. “S-say it,” you echo, voice breaking- then gasp, moan, collapse into her mouth when her fingers press up and stay “…’m full,” you whimper. Eyes closed. Legs shaking. “I’m full of milk, Tashi- please- ”

“Fuck,” she growls. You don’t get a chance to breathe. She sucks harder now, drinks from you, greedy and wet and groaning against your skin like it’s her first meal in weeks. Her fingers don’t let up- fucking you through it, her palm slick and filthy where it rubs your clit.

You break. Come with her mouth still wrapped around your tit and her fingers deep inside you, sobbing into her hair as your thighs shake and your pussy spills all over her hand. And she doesn’t stop. She drinks you down like she believes every word you said.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓© 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

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#SPECIAL EVENT ──── LOVE AND LUST.

(the layout is ugly please forgive me.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ rules.

first of all: mdni and men dni since this space contains nsfw and wlw content only.

hello my beloveds~ sooo i decided to make life harder for myself and open an event hehe. rules are simple: pick 1 to 3 prompts and one character (from the list of characters i write for (or you can look at the hastags under!), make sure to read the rules before sending anything in!) i’ll reply with either a short drabble or a long fic, depending on what i can manage to write. ♡

all the prompts were personally compiled by me through lots of references, inspiration from here and there, and a bit of personal experience too, so some similarities may occur, thanks for understanding!

prompts are below the cut, and yes, they’re all nsfw!

“get on the bed. i’m not gonna ask twice.”

“open your mouth for me, pretty.”

“you make the dumbest faces when you’re about to cum.”

“you're lucky i love ruining you.”

“who told you you could touch yourself without me?”

“i said stay still.”

“hands behind your back, baby. let me play.”

“look at that. all wet for me and i haven’t even touched you yet.”

“you’re mine. say it.”

“louder.”

“aw, baby, can’t take it? that’s too bad.”

“you begged for this. don’t act shy now.”

“let me hear that cute little whimper again.”

“i’ll stop if you don’t behave. is that what you want?”

“good girl. such a good little slut for me.”

“don’t move. you’re going to take everything i give you.”

“why are you hiding your face? i wanna see you fall apart.”

“touch yourself while i watch.”

“messy girls like you don’t deserve mercy.”

“on your knees, sweetheart. that’s where you belong.”

“use your words, baby. or i’ll make you beg properly.”

“don’t look at anyone else like that ever again.”

“you act like a brat just to get me to fuck it out of you, huh?”

“oh, you’re shaking already?”

“swallow it. all of it.”

“what was that? you had something to say, baby?”

“keep moaning like that and i’m never stopping.”

“look how needy you get for me.”

“you're gonna take one more for me, yeah? be a good girl.”

“that’s right. cry on my fingers.”

“tell me who owns you.”

“you like being used this way, don’t you?”

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you’re ruined.”

“mmm. can’t even speak? that’s how i like you.”

“such a slut for my voice, aren’t you?”

“this is mine—every inch of you.”

“want my hand around your throat while you ride me?”

“don’t you dare cum yet.”

“keep crying. it’s turning me on.”

“you’re not done. i’m not done.”

“think i’ll let you cum just because you’re cute?”

“what a good little mess you’ve become.”

“my strap’s still in you. stay like that.”

“you were made for me. don’t deny it.”

“keep those legs open, or i’ll tie them.”

“i love how desperate you get for me.”

“don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“didn’t i tell you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“let’s see how many times i can make you cum tonight.”

“fuck. you sound so good when you whine like that.”

“i should punish you more often.”

“you wanted to be treated like this, didn’t you?”

“come sit on mommy’s lap.”

“say ‘thank you’ for making you cum.”

“you smell like sex and mine.”

“you’re not leaving this bed until i say so.”

“your body belongs to me. always.”

“use that mouth for something useful.”

“i can feel how badly you want me.”

“dripping already? you’re so easy.”

“you really think i’d let anyone else see you like this?”

“on all fours. now.”

“if you cum before i tell you, i’ll edge you for hours.”

“spread those pretty thighs for me.”

“you taste like sin and i’m starving.”

“lick your mess off my fingers.”

“you really wanna be my good girl, huh?”

“let’s see how long you last tonight.”

“use your words or i’ll use your body.”

“i’m not going to stop until you forget your own name.”

“can’t believe you’re this wet for me.”

“hands on the wall, sweetheart. legs apart.”

“you’re not walking tomorrow, baby.”

“i bet your pussy’s throbbing just from hearing my voice.”

“i’ll ruin you so good you’ll forget your ex’s name.”

“keep still or i’ll tie your pretty little wrists.”

“say ‘please’ like you mean it.”

“no touching. you cum when i say.”

“i like you like this—needy and shaking under me.”

“god, you sound so good when you beg.”

“you like it when i’m rough, don’t you?”

“what did i say about disobeying me?”

“if you can’t behave, i’ll treat you like a toy.”

“moan louder. i want the neighbors to know who you belong to.”

“you were so confident earlier. what happened now, baby?”

“oh, you love when i talk dirty to you, huh?”

“wipe that smug look off your face or i will.”

“you’re gonna take all of it, understand?”

“i want to see you fall apart for me.”

“how do you want it tonight—soft or ruined?”

“say my name while you cum.”

“beg for it.”

“put your pretty ass to use.”

“try to stay quiet. i dare you.”

“let me see how much more you can take.”

“you’re nothing but my cute little toy, aren’t you?”

“so obedient when you’re dripping for me.”

“you’ll cum when i let you.”

“i don’t fuck girls—i own them.”

“look at you, ruined and mine. exactly how i like you.”