#versa. and so on and so forth. :/

[nightmarearian]

Done (heavy quotation marks) with monster Ody @evergreen292 ;)

tbh I couldn’t for the life of me pick a color palette I liked And Render it so I gave up on color. Enjoy the half assery.

Tbh I’ve just been call it Ithacan Naga, but it’s objectively it’s a mix of snake, owl/bird, and human. So 🤷.

Tbh the wings are supposed to be white/gray-brown, cause owls & Hermes, while his scales are supposed to be an oscillating scale from sea green-blue to purple-tinted gray. Uhm. Evidently that sorta didn’t happen but also did. So.

The purple/grayer scales are gonna be more around with the feathers and wings.

Those fin colors are. Too blue and too bright but I love the colors themselves so they’re staying for now.

Uhm. That’s it for now, ig. I’m sorta on a timer rn and I’m tired so <3

The writing bit with this is still in the works (😭)

[woman-respecter]

another one of my frustrations in fandom is how unwilling people are to appreciate one-sided love. i hate when one character clearly feels more strongly than the other and people decide they need to force that into a relationship. why do people always feel the need to make everything happy cute requited love, when unrequited love can often be so much more powerful and interesting?

[rosesncarnations]

The Golden Forest

[cresvalkyrie]

the two cresselias of the chroniclerverse :3

[moreaujeans]

oh boy

[bestteamintheleague]

in a call with my friend, and it's fun watching the game with someone who reacts as strongly as I do

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Gimme your favourite au ideas and who you'd throw into them (or like one au idea you like because you have like the neatest ideas)

Again, I’m gonna pull out a list of AUs I have previously written because I’m way too prepared for this.

Carrie AU 2.0

Has no relation to the first beyond being another play on Carrie. The whole thing takes place at the Starlight Theatre where Ruth ends up playing the lead in Cinderella’s Castle. Zoey, pissed and bitter about playing second fiddle to some dorky soprano, just decides to trash her opening night. Or the one where Zoey takes method acting as the Stepmother too far. (If you’ve seen CC, you’ll know what I’m hinting at). Ruth snaps and wipes out half of Hatchetfield before curtain call.

Also Lautity are here just flirting in the background the entire time. Like, they are the only survivors because they thought the other looked good in this hot all done up and left to make out.

Cinderella’s Castle

The one where Stephanie doesn’t have a good time. I’ve already spoken about it on here but it’s essentially the plot of CC but set in Hatchetfield, with some of the lore weaved in. Just for fun and angst. So you know she’s being dragged through that ringer.

Corpse Bride

Pete is Victor, Grace is Victoria, Steph is Emily. Need I say more?

Crossed Timelines

Having been killed by Max, Ruth and Richie wake up in some random location with Pete, Steph and Grace. But it’s not their Pete, Steph and Grace. It’s the ones from another universe where Max killed them three instead of Ruth and Richie. Basically everyone argues who had it worst and trauma bonds. Essentially reincarnation.

Dæmons (His Dark Materials)

Just shenanigans involving everyone having dæmons. That’s it. Mainly fluff and chaos.

Dirty Dudes Must Die

Written as a mock Nightmare Time episode. Essentially follows Steph discovering the guys at school being shitty to Grace, the school refusing to do anything, Grace getting kicked out of home for ‘sleeping around’ and subsequently her deciding to take revenge. Only things go horribly wrong and she ends up with four bodies on her hands. Fortunately the nerds who keep getting in the way are more than happy to help.

Hatchet Swung the Other Way

Gabe is the bully and everything changes. Not really. Essentially just a role swap: the cool kids are now the losers and vice versa, Gabe - Max, Grace - Steph, Steph - Pete, and so on and so forth. Potentially might take place at Abstinence Camp.

Heathers

When Richie said he hated Stephanie Lauter and wanted her dead, he didn’t mean it literally. Would be nice if Max knew that. Also it’s totally unfair that he has to put up with her annoying ghost instead of Max when it wasn’t even his fault she was stupid enough to drink drain cleaner in the first place—

Ride the Cyclone Tearjerker

Six teenagers die at Watcher World. However, Miss Holloway refuses to let Blinky torture all of them - so they reach a deal, she can bring one back to life. However, rather than pick herself, she leaves the decision to the teenagers. Aka, Ruth lets out her inner theatre kid for an hour and a bit; Steph and Richie attempt to kill each other a second time; Grace has a mental breakdown/crisis of faith in the corner; Pete is literally the only ‘normal’ one; and Max honestly doesn’t know why he’s here.

Sail Away to Canada

An alternative NPMD ending where they do actually sail away to Canada and get new identities. A lot more slice of life and silly scenarios of them trying to remain undercover… until Solomon drags them back to deal with the mess (Max’s ghost) they left behind. Only there’s one issue: Grace may or may not have lost the winning card of her chastity to Lautski and they might have to aggressively play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who’s taking the bullet.

Something Fun, Something Tasty

Another alternative NPMD ending where Steph’s sacrifice isn’t the death of what she cherishes most, but they’re humanity. Pete and Grace struggle to adapt to their new life as… whatever the heck they are now. Monsters? Pets? Vessels? Steph just feels incredibly guilty; she’s also kinda the new Miss Holloway.

Take a Walk in My Shoes

Steph and Grace wake up in each other’s bodies in what they think is just a random nightmare. With the help of Pete, they slowly uncover that there’s something a lot more sinister going on at Abstinence Camp. And maybe a certain deal that was stuck between Mayor Lauter and the Jerries over a black book…

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Essentially TGWDLM but Pete is Paul. And he has the unfortunate fate of losing one girlfriend to the apocalypse, while trying to escape with the other. This definitely isn’t something that’ll be used against him in the final act…

[ekat-fandom-blog]

This idea could work with any Danny ship, but I like Dead on Main best for it, so that's what I'mma do. BUT if anyone decides to use this idea using any other ship (platonic or romantic idc) let me know so I can see it!

(this is a prompt btw and anyone can use it)

Jason is Danny's soulmate and vice versa. They've got the soulmarks on their wrists to prove it. When Jason died, the soulmark on Danny's wrist faded - signalling that Danny's soulmate died. When Jason came back to life, so did the soulmark on Danny's wrist.

When Danny dies (aka, whenever he goes ghost) Jason's wrist mimics Danny's state of being. It goes back and forth often enough that Jason can and has used it as a coin flip to make decisions.

[ironrea]

s/o motivation

them zipping up your dress before an event (or vice versa)

running your hands through their hair while they lay their head in your lap

them racing around the house helping you look for something you lost

creating a shared playlist together

loudly singing together no matter how bad you guys sound

splitting up chores and helping the other

tying their tie before an event

holding hands while walking through paparazzi

them having their hand on your thigh (or the other way around) or just holding hands under the awards show table

them tearing up during your award acceptance speech

them not being able to keep their hands off of you

the hugs from behind

them laughing into your neck after you say something

them pushing you into a pool and laughing but then asking if you’re okay

splashing each other in the water

chasing each other around

them throwing you over their shoulder or bridal style spinning you around

just laughing together.

them taking off your makeup and helping you out of your clothes when you’re too tired

you helping them out of their clothes when they’re too tired

taking a shower together just wanting to help clean and care for each other

taking care of them when they’re sick

them taking care of you when you’re sick

both of you being so tired you just sit in silence and hold each other

giving them a nickname no one else can use

you both alternating driving during a long trip so both of you can rest

knowing what the other is thinking based off a look

knowing what the other is feeling without saying anything

waking up to them peacefully sleeping with messy hair

them coming home and just resting their head on you

watching edits of each other and sending them back and forth

their face lighting up as soon as your name is mentioned

[trivia-yandere]

off limits (2)

things get even more complicated the next morning when your brother makes his appearance

word count: 3.896

warning: smut, oral sex (m/f), cowgirl, nipple sucking, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talking, praising,

part one

Jungkook wouldn’t say he doesn’t have sex. He’s single and has the occasional one night stands and casual hookups.

However, this was different. You were different. He’s insatiable when it comes to you and the entire night goes by and he finds that he cannot keep his hands off of you - and vice versa, of course. After the shower, you and him did watch a movie, though it ended with you right on top of him. He thought if you and him didn’t go to the bedroom that there wouldn’t be any temptations, but of course the couch served no better.

Jungkook soon grasps that this was only a one time thing - that after tonight, you and he would have to go back to what you both know. You would be someone he cared about deeply, but still his best friend's sister and completely off limits.

With that in mind, Jungkook allows himself to be consumed by you. His eyes adore the way your breast bounces in his face when you ride him, his mouth immediately wrapping around your perky nipples and he never wanted to stop. 

The fucking soon went towards the kitchen when you and Jungkook took a break to get some snacks, yet for some reason it ended up with you on the kitchen island. His tongue licks through your fold hungrily, nails digging into the skin of your thigh to keep you right in place - though you weren’t running from him. His head bobs back and forth in rhythmic motion while his free hand grips your breast. Your moans bounces off of the walls of his kitchen, only further encouraging him to suckle against your clit.

Your hands grip at Jungkook’s hair, hips buckling against his tongue and he allows it, wanting you to feel the utmost pleasure he could give.

You cumming against his tongue, thighs quivering and toes curling, doesn’t end there. No, somehow you still fall to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. Those eyes stare up at him as you suck him in, tongue swirling around his tip like a lollipop. It was so sinful coming from you - even after he fucked you so many times in such a short amount of hours. Those same innocent eyes that would stare at him when he visited your brother now held a deeper meaning. “Did you know I liked you?” rings through his head as your hand wraps around his shaft and you begin to pump while you suck.

Doing this is still surreal to you, you think. For as long as you’ve wanted Jungkook, being here in his home was like a dream you’ve never known you wanted until it happened.

“You’re…really good at this.” Jungkook’s cheeks are warm and red when his voice cracks a bit - that, and you’re still looking up at him with those eyes. 

Placing a hand onto your face, Jungkook’s thumb runs along your cheek, your mouth taking him deeper and deeper. He’s moaning softly, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside your warm, wet mouth. You’re very beautiful, he thinks, and nothing you do would change his perspective of you. Sure, it would be harder to look his friend in the face after fucking his sister in so many ways, but he tells himself that this was a one time thing. That he and you would get this out of your systems and go back to normal; whatever normal was.

Jungkook doesn’t want to cum in your mouth and further degrade you, but you refuse to let him leave. You’re suckling with little air, eyes tearing but still, you want him to.

Jungkook and you sit quietly at his breakfast table, both naked and sweaty. The shower you and he took hours ago seemed to be a complete waste of time. You and he are eating - nothing special, just something he’s managed to whip up to replenish the the energy you and he fucked out of one another.

Jungkook glances up at you as you eat, silently slurping the noodles into your mouth. His mind wanders to how in the world he was going to stop thinking about you in this light. This couldn’t happen again, no matter if you and he wanted it.

Jungkook already feels the disappointment sink in. The sun is coming up as it’s early morning and eventually you’d have to leave. He’d drive you home, of course, as he wasn’t going to let you do the walk of shame. Still, a part of him feels as though maybe he’s took advantage of your vulnerable position.

Jungkook tries to piece together the puzzle pieces. “Did you know that I liked you?” keeps ringing into his head and his memories are attempting to piece together any clues that he missed out on besides the ones he caught onto earlier.

“There you go again.”

Your voice startles Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“You’re thinking far too much into things again.” you murmur, eyes glancing up at him.

“I feel like an asshole.” Jungkook responds. 

You exhale softly. Of course the regret was going to settle in. It was hard to not look at you and not see his best friend. “Jay-”

“It’s not just about Jay.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I…how drunk were you?”

You furrow your brows. “Not that drunk.” you giggle, a bit uncertain. “I didn’t come onto you because I was drunk, Jungkook. Maybe it gave me a little courage but-”

“I took advantage of you, didn’t I?” Jungkook was jumping into a deeper hole the longer his mind kept thinking about everything.

“What?” you hiss. “Jungkook, can you be real with yourself?” You shift in the chair. 

“I did, Y/N.” Jungkook’s eyes are hard and full of disdain. “I…I hadn’t realized that maybe your feelings for me drove you to do what we did.”

Your own body is warm as Jungkook speaks.

“I should’ve stopped it after you told me last night. It shouldn’t have gone further.”

“Is this your way of rejecting me easily?”

Your tone doesn’t have any emotion in it, but your face does sadden a bit. Jungkook immediately feels a jolt in his heart but he’s unsure how to respond.

“I’m not a little girl who’s oblivious to things, Kook.” you press further. “Can I ask you a question?”

Jungkook nods. “Of course.”

“Is Jay the only reason?”

Jungkook blinks.

“Is he the only reason why you and I…can’t be anything more?” you tilt your head, those eyes staring at him so intently that he was becoming small himself. “Or is that you don’t see me as nothing more?”

Jungkook is taken aback, but he’s never thought about it until now. You were always off limits that anything concerning you that wasn’t platonic never lingered in his mind longer than a few minutes. 

“I care for you.” Jungkook murmurs.

You roll your eyes. “Like a sister?” you ask, scoffing bitterly. 

“No!” Jungkook interjects. “I told you I haven’t seen you like that in years, Y/N. It’s complicated.” he feels like ripping his hair out, but he only has himself to blame for putting you in this position. He should’ve fought harder with his own emotions and attractions. “I…want you to not settle for someone like me. You deserve someone that loves you. Not someone who goes behind his friends back with his sister.”

“Can you stop mentioning him? Fuck Jay.” you hiss. For years, it’s always been Jay. Jay said this, Jay did that, Jay doesn’t want you doing this. You were tired of hearing about your brother and his constant interjection of your life. “I want you to give me a reason why you and I can’t be together. Without you mentioning him.”

Jungkook swallows. The kitchen is quiet. You and him were in a staring battle, though his soft eyes don’t mimic your hard ones.

“There isn't one, right?” you ask, tilting your head.

There wasn’t, and that lingers on Jungkook’s mind for far too long. He enjoys the company you give. You were a kind and smart person, and you had the same amount of fire in you that he finds intriguing. You know him just as much as he knows you, years of friendship that lead to this very moment.

Jungkook doesn’t realize you have gotten up until you’re directly in front of him.

“You want me more than you think, Kookie.” you murmur, seating yourself onto the table, pushing his plate of food aside. “Why do you keep fighting it?”

Your foot places itself against his thigh, your eyebrow arching. 

Jungkook gulps, chest filling with air. You were doing it again - playing with him until he gave you what you wanted. He bites his lips when your foot inches closer to him, and he’s ashamed to find that his cock is already hardening like a horny teenager who’s experiencing sex for the first time.

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Jungkook sighs, yet he makes no action in pushing himself away from you. 

“Why don’t you stop me?” your lips are forming a small, seductive smile that’s full of mischief. “Prove that you don’t want me, Kookie.”

“I do want you.” Jungkook answers. 

“Then what’s stopping you from having me?” you shrug your shoulders. “Jay can’t hate the both of us forever.”

Your legs are opening for him just in time for Jungkook to catch sight of your pussy. You’d think that after hours of fucking, that he wouldn’t be interested in continuing. However, he was a simple creature and he was absolutely interested.

“How do you know I’m the right man for you?” Jungkook places his hands onto your thighs. They’re soft, causing his palms to tingle and his arms to erupt with goosebumps.

“How do you know you’re not?” you retort. 

Touche, Jungkook thinks. He squeezes your thighs, hands inching closer and closer to your pussy.

“I…I should’ve asked for a date first.” Jungkook leans closer to you, as do you. “Instead of fucking you all night.”

You can’t help the giggle that comes from your lips. Jungkook kisses up your chest, to your neck and then your jaw.  

“You still have time.” you murmur, leaning your head to the side so that Jungkook has more access to your neck. “But for now…you can just fuck me again.”

Jungkook chuckles, but he complies. 

Jungkook pushes himself up from his seat, chair scraping against the floor. His cock is already hard and throbbing just as your pussy is wet and clenching. 

Jungkook grasps his cock and centers himself at your hole, his lips immediately connecting with yours as he pushes himself inside. Your hands lay at the low of his back as he begins to enter you slowly, your lips dancing with his.

Jungkook doesn’t get tired of feeling your walls around him and he’s positive he probably never would. Years of attraction building up had led to the insatiable feeling the two of you were going through and it wasn’t going to stop until you were out of his sight.

Jungkook disconnects from your lips to inhale, his speed increasing. The table beneath you squeaks and scrapes against the floor, but neither of you care about the added noise. 

“Your pussy feels better after each time.” Jungkook grunts, eyes glancing down to where his cock is pounding into you. You’re already creaming around him, a sight that he could never get tired of.

Your nails dig into his skin, encouraging him to fuck you harder. Deeper; however. Your own breathing increases and your eyes snap shut, grunts and moans coming from your throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook continues to speak. “I wish you could milk my cock all the time.”

“Who s-says I can’t?” you stutter a response. “You could fuck me every night…you’re just scared to.”

Your walls squeeze around Jungkook’s cock as he begins to pound deeper inside of you. Maybe your teasing was encouraging him.

“You could’ve been fucking me this whole time if you weren’t acting like a scared little boy.”

Jungkook removes himself from you and proceeds to roughly turn your body around. He enters you again and immediately continues his brutal pace. The new position allows a deeper entrance that you feel in your stomach.

“I’m not scared.” Jungkook says against your neck, his tongue licking your skin. “Maybe I had respect for you.”

Jungkook’s right hand moves between your legs, touching your wet clit. His fingers work harshly against it, circling the throbbing bud as he fucks you. 

“But you’re such a slut that you want me to treat you like one.” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck possessively, his fingers working your clit. Skin slapping echoes throughout the room, evidence of just how good he was fucking you.

“I could be a slut with someone else who isn’t scared of my brother.” you taunt further. You find this Jungkook to be hot.

The hand that once holds your waist comes up to clench your neck. He presses you against his chest, hips rutting inside of you. His wet hand slaps your clit and you yelp at the sudden impact, pussy squeezing his ramming cock.

“I thought you said I still had time, baby?” Jungkook’s voice dropped a few tones and it was driving you crazy. “I can’t just tell him I fucked you all night, right? How you were begging for more and more like the little whore you are.”

Your thighs are shaking, and Jungkook knows you are being overstimulated. He doesn’t stop his aggressive pace, or his assault on your clit.

“Is that what you want? You want me to tell him how I came in you each and every time?” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck again, no longer caring if he’s left marks behind or not. The thought of you going to someone else and being this way was something he now knew he didn’t want.

“Fuck, Kook,” your hand grasps his wrist to try to stop him - or slow him down - but Jungkook doesn’t let up.

“No, I’ll have to spare the details, right?” Jungkook’s cock springs in and out of you so good that your eyes are rolling. “And I’ll have to pretend I asked you out wholesomely. It’ll be our little secret, right?”

Wrong. 

Just as you’re cumming all over him, juices covering your thighs, Jungkook isn’t far behind. His cum mixes with your own and it shoots so deep into you that you’re both squirming with pleasure.

A knock sounds on the door and both you and Jungkook are alert. He’s still inside of you when it sounds again, this time louder. 

“Who could that be?” you whisper.

“Kook?”

You stiffen, and Jungkook pales.  His heart pounds outside his chest and you can feel it right against your back.

“Go in the room, Y/N.” Jungkook untangles himself from you. “Now.”

You’re left wide eyed and slightly trembling. 

Jungkook pushes you lightly. “He has a key, Y/N. He only knocks before he uses it.” he hisses in a low tone.

Jungkook slams the door to his bedroom shut before locking it. His heart is pounding far too loud for him to process anything.

“Stay here.” Jungkook says, pulling up his sweats and tying it around his waist. Down the hall, he can hear Jay using the spare key he’s given him. “And don’t make a sound or move.”

You’re terrified yourself and nod your head. You tuck yourself beneath Jungkook’s covers, something you’d do when you were a child and afraid of what the darkness brought. This time, the darkness being Jay.

Jungkook opens his bedroom door just as the front door opens. He closes his door and makes his way down the hall. “Jay?” Jungkook calls, his footsteps growing closer to the front door.

“Kook.” Jay says, eyes glancing at his friend. 

“Everything okay?” Jungkook tries not to look as terrified as he was. Jay didn’t scare him per se. However, his reaction to finding out what has happened with you here wasn’t going to be less than ugly.

“Yeah.” Jay nods. “Um, have you seen Y/N?”

Jungkook’s hand squeezes and he furrows his brows. “Seen Y/N?” He shakes his head softly. “Why-”

“She didn’t come home last night.” Jay continues. “And…I knew that but.” Jay lets out a low sigh. “I…I tried calling her and she didn’t answer. And…I went to one of her friends' houses.”

Jungkook attempts to hide his feelings. He drove you and your friends last night. They obvious know who he was and-

“And they said you drove them home.” Jay says. “And that Y/N stayed with them.”

Jungkook releases a breath. Your friends had covered for you - in a way.

“Yeah. I did.” Jungkook nods. “Um…I should’ve told you, man-”

“I know she went to a club.” Jay scoffs. “She forgets I follow a few of her friends.” Jay doesn’t say that it’s for the sole reason to keep up with you. “She wasn’t there when I got to her friends. She isn’t home and…” Jay glances at Jungkook’s hands. “...did she say anything to you before you dropped her off?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He felt horrible for putting Jay in this position. He doesn’t deserve to be lied to. He was a caring older brother who wanted what was best for you. Jungkook was a man of his word. He had every intention of doing the right thing - of asking Jay if it was alright for you and him to date. It would be easier than him finding out that he went behind his back and fucked you the entire night.

“Damn.” Jay sighs, glancing back up from Jungkook’s hands to his face. “You still do that,” he states.

“What do you mean?”

Jay shrugs his shoulders, taking a few steps closer. Jay is a few feet away. 

“Y/N…she doesn’t realize that everything I do is to protect her.” Jay doesn’t bother answering Jungkook’s question. “She just thinks I’m the asshole older brother who keeps her from doing anything.”

“She’ll come around.” Jungkook quips. “Just…you should just talk to her.”

“I should.” Jay scoffs with a nod of his head. “When we were kids, Kook…” Jay begins, glancing around the apartment. “...you always did this thing, you know? When you were lying, you’d squeeze your hands together.”

The room is quiet and neither of the two speak. There’s realization in Jay’s eyes, one that causes Jungkook’s heart to jolt again.

“You haven’t stopped squeezing your hands since I got here.” Jay continues. “And…I wouldn’t know why if I didn’t know that my sister was here with you.” Jay takes another step closer, as Jungkook remains frozen. “And she’s been here with you the entire night. Her phone location told me.”

You’re dressed and contemplate running down the hall when you hear a loud crash. Your nerves are pounding through you as you listen to everything Jay was saying.

How in the world did he get your location? You never gave it to him.

Anger now seeps through you and you open the door to his bedroom just as you hear a loud crash from just down the hall.

“How long have you been fucking my sister, Kook?” Jay’s voice booms off the walls. You make your way towards them, eyes widening as Jungkook is on the ground, holding a bloodied nose.

“Are you fucking insane?!” you screech, making your presence known.

“Am I insane?” Jay scoffs. “Get in the car.”

“Fuck you.” you hiss, feet making their way towards Jungkook.

“You had enough of that, haven’t you?” Jay barks back. “You’ve lied and said you didn’t know where my sister was but somehow she magically appears.” he scoffs.

“Jay,” Jungkook begins. He wasn’t going to fight his friend and he’d gladly take the bloody nose.

“I’m not fucking Jungkook!” you screech, a lie, of course. But Jay looks ready to land another fist on Jungkook and you weren’t going to sit by and watch that. “I got drunk last night and called Jungkook because I knew you would act insane!”

Jay glances at you, then down to Jungkook.

“I begged Jungkook to let me stay here tonight so I can sober up.” you continue. 

“Why couldn’t you stay with your friends?” Jay asks, skeptical.

“And deal with their boyfriend drama?” you scoff. “I slept in the bed, Jungkook slept on the couch.”

You were a better liar that even Jungkook was beginning to believe. Was lying a good idea, however? It would make Jay even more suspicious of the two of you if you and he suddenly ended up being a couple.

“I knew calling you meant that I had to deal with your judgment.” your voice drops. “And I put Jungkook in the middle of it…”

You want to hold Jungkook, but you can’t. If Jay was going to calm down it meant that he had to believe this lie.

“Why the fuck do you have my location? How do you even have it?” you hiss, glaring. “You’re such a fucking nuisance-”

“It’s for your own protection!” Jay hisses back. “You lied about everything last night what the fuck am I suppose to think?”

“I’m not a little kid, Jay. I should call the police.” you cross your arms. “That has to be illegal.”

“Fuck you, Y/N, seriously.” Jay waves you off. “You…you know why I jumped to conclusions regarding you and him.”

Jungkook doesn’t bother speaking. It was better if he just sat here and allowed you two to bicker back and forth.

“Kook.”

Your eyes glance down towards the bloodied-nose man and your heart jumps. Damn Jay for being such a creep. You were going to get a whole new phone entirely.

“I’m-”

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shakes his head instead. You swallow, widening your eyes. “I…should’ve called you and told you that Y/N was here.”

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” Jay murmurs. He lets out a sigh, feet making their way towards Jungkook and gives him a hand up from the ground. “It’s-”

“I get it, man.” Jungkook chuckles. “No harm done.”

From behind Jay, Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours.

“We should get going, right?” you say to Jay, your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “You made enough of a mess.”

Jay groans. You were absolutely right. 

“I’m going to go get my things. Go wait in the car.” you grumble, walking past him. “You’re buying me breakfast because of your insane fuck up.”

With a few more apologies, Jay does walk out and into his car while Jungkook grabs a towel from the kitchen to wipe his nose.

“Kook,” you say a few moments later. You couldn’t dwell for long or Jay would grow suspicious again. “I’m so sorry-”

“Please stop apologizing.” Jungkook says, tone a bit muffled with the towel.

Your brows knit and you moan lowly. Your feet make their way towards him and you grab his hand. 

“Does this…change anything?” you ask, a look in your eyes that shows just how you were feeling.

Jungkook sniffles, lowering the blooded towel. His lips twitch upwards and he leans closer to you. “Not at all.” he murmurs, placing a kiss onto your lips. 

It just meant that courting you was going to be a lot harder than he expected.

final part

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[heartyluv]

Note: I know we’re in May, but I felt like it being Christmas works well in this little story and I’ve had this idea for a few days so I’m excited. I listened to Love Wins All by IU when I wrote this and would I be crazy if I got a littleeee emotional?

Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

Creds to @/anitalenia for the dividers!

Warning: Nothing, honestly. I’m using Caleb becoming a Colonel as the reason you divorced. This is just angsty Caleb declaring his love to his ex-wife.

Word Count: 2,362

Summary: Letting your ex-husband come over for Christmas was bound to stir the pot.

Ex-Husband!Caleb/Reader

You loved your children with everything in your being. They were the most precious things to you in the world and you’d do anything to make them happy. It’s why when they begged you for days to let their father be here when they open their Christmas gifts tomorrow morning, you couldn’t tell them no.

Many people would look at you crazy for letting your ex-husband come into your home and play house, especially with the divorce being so fresh. It’s only been a year since everything was finalized and to this day, your heart still aches when you think about how everything transpired between you two.

When Caleb became a colonel, you thought it was the beginning of something monumental. And in hindsight, it was. It just led to the end of what you both thought would be forever. You found yourself home alone with your first born baby boy all the time, never getting to see your husband in the daylight because he was coming home so late. He missed so many of your son’s milestones and no amount of apologies and kisses made up for the fact that you felt like you were doing it all on your own.

You knew that the job was challenging and demanding, but it was changing him in a way you couldn’t understand. Caleb didn’t agree, telling you at the time that he had to be this dedicated, that he didn’t get to where he is by not giving it his all. He used the fact that he needed to take care of his family as a crutch as to why he was letting the job consume him, but you knew better. His position is something he’s always longed for and you’ve known that in all the years you’ve been together.

But even if you did know better, you still stayed because you swore it would get better.

It’s why you ended up pregnant again with your precious girl not long after your son turned two. But when you saw that the cycle only repeated itself, that it seemed like you lost your husband entirely, you knew what you had to do, even if it broke you.

There was too much fighting, too much back and forth, and it became all consuming in the way that you felt like you were losing him and yourself. It’s why you offered a proposition that nearly drove Caleb mad. But when he saw how unhappy you were, how drained you became, even in the end if it meant breaking his own heart and destroying himself, he’d always put you and the wellbeing of your children above himself. He wasn’t stupid, Caleb knew how he failed you as your husband and he’d always regret it because he wished that it didn’t happen and that he tried harder before it became too late.

You two went your separate ways and it took both you and the kids time to adjust, but you were making it. If it weren’t for them, you don’t know how’d you be. It was so hard telling them that their dad wouldn’t be around at all, that they’d be going to him without you from now on and vice versa.

Caleb was still taking care of you, even if you weren’t together. You told him over and over that it wasn’t necessary, that you’d find a job and handle your end. But he wouldn’t have it.

“You only need to be the mother and woman I fell in love with. There isn’t a thing that you could say or do that would make me stop being there for you and our children.”

In that moment, you felt like your resolve almost broke. But you stood your ground and reluctantly accepted his care, seeing as you really had no choice. He made sure you kept the house, paid for the bills, gave you extra money for yourself and the kids, always stocked up on food. He was treating it like you were still a unit, and you never knew how to feel about that.

Despite it all, you could never deny that Caleb has always been a phenomenal father. It was only being a husband that it seemed to not grasp the entirety of. He gave your babies the world and you couldn’t ask for a better man to have as the father of your children.

It’s Christmas Eve evening as your kids sit in front of the TV, watching classic holiday films you grew up, with when you hear the doorbell ring. You dry your hands, stepping away from the now empty sink and walk to the front door. As you open it, there stands Caleb with a slightly red nose from the frigid temperature. Some snow sticks to his jacket and hair, making him look like a scene out of a movie. He gently smiles at you and you reciprocate, and you step over as the kids come running at him full speed.

“Daddy!” they exclaim with joy as they wrap themselves around his legs.

He chuckles before he kneels down to take them into a tight hug. “My two favorite people in the world,” he hums as they giggle in his hold. “You excited for tomorrow?”

“Yeah!” your son says enthusiastically before he frowns. “Santa hasn’t come yet.”

“I want see Santa!” your daughter folds her arms dramatically. Caleb kisses her cheeks and she giggles. She’s always been a daddy’s girl.

Caleb looks behind them to see that under the tree is empty. He already knows the tradition. You guys always put the presents under when they fall asleep, and it’s no different now. He looks up at you while you watch the exchange, winking with a sly smirk. You shake your head, unable to stop the smile that decorates your face.

“You guys eat?” he asks as he stands to usher them inside the warm home.

Your kids talk his ear off as they tell them about their dinner, the breakfast you plan on cooking, what they asked Santa for, all while you sneak out the back to take the presents he bought and put them in the side closet so they can be added to the collection you have.

It’s not long until Caleb tires them out from all the playing and conversation, tucking them into bed with gentle kisses to their foreheads. After he leaves their bedroom, he walks in the living room to find you already stacking presents.

“Let me help,” he voices. After grabbing some gifts from the closet, he kneels beside you to start laying everything out, just how you like.

“How’ve you been?” he asks. You swallow, clearing your throat. You haven’t really uttered a word to him since he got here and now that you’re alone, for the first time since the divorce, it all feels so surreal.

“I’m okay,” you answer gently. “How are you?” He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Just,” he sighs. “Talking to you like it’s the first time we’ve ever spoken in our life feels…wrong? I don’t know.”

Your jaw tenses. “I get it.” You think of how to shift the conversation, not quite ready to delve into this. “Thank you for coming, by the way. The kids really—”

“I miss you,” he interrupts, and this time you freeze.

“I miss you and the kids. I miss being home. I miss us.”

“Caleb, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you that I never wanted this? That we’re supposed to be together? That not having you makes everything feel fucking impossible?”

“You should’ve throught about that before you put being colonel above being a husband.”

That stings him, slaps him in the face. Feels like it shot him in the stomach. He gulps, staring at you even if you won’t look at him.

He looks down at his hands, watching them turn to fists because of the anger he holds toward himself. “I messed up.”

“You did.”

“Let me fix it,” he begs. “It’s not too late for us, I know it isn’t. I know you still want me, still love me.”

“You’re being so unfair,” you shake your head, feeling the tears burn your eyes. “This isn’t what you came for.”

“I came for my family, and that has and will always, include you.”

You don’t answer and that frustrates him. The way you keep sliding festively wrapped boxes under the tree like he isn’t telling you that he wants a second chance, is enough to make his heart thump even faster in his chest.

“Look at me,” he commands shakily.

“You don’t get to see how much you hurt me, how lonely you made me, watch our marriage fall apart, then try to come in here for redemption after all this time, Caleb!” When you notice how raised your voice has become, you press your lips together to collect yourself. The last thing you want to do is wake up your kids. “Even though we signed the papers a year ago, there hasn’t been nothing family about us for even longer.”

“I was selfish, I know that. I needed to do better, I want to, I always have. Baby, I will. Every time I walk into my empty apartment without you to kiss, to love, to hold… Without my kids…I feel the weight of my stupidity suffocate me with every step I take.”

“I can’t do this,” you sniffle, getting ready to stand, but Caleb grabs your hand before you can. His silver necklace glimmers against the warm lamp light beside him and your eyes trail up his neck, past his perfect nose and into his.

Your lip quivers as he pulls you up. He grabs your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours as a tear falls down your cheek. You brace your hands on his wrists as he holds you, unable to open your eyes.

“I never stopped loving you. I never will,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your skin. “I was lost, and instead of leaning on you, I abandoned you. But know that there is no lifetime, no timeline in any universe, that could keep me from you. Every part of me will always belong to you.” His voice cracks at his admission.

“Caleb…” you say his name as if it was a stress reliever. Like voicing it could make all the ache in your chest dissipate.

“Don’t you remember? How good we used to feel? How good I made you feel? I know your body and soul better than anyone—not even you could take that privilege from me, baby. I was too late before. Let me do better now.”

With shaky breath, unbridled emotions, and conflicting thoughts, you tilt your head up. He looks down at you with pain that mirrors your own, desire that matches your being. And he doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t wait because even while he’s chipping away at your walls, he knows you’ll try and swiftly put them back up—and he kisses you.

His tongue mingles with yours as you hesitate to feel him.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please, touch me.“

When you succumb to his request and your hands grip his hair for the first time in what feels like forever, he melts into your hold. He devours your mouth like you’ll slip away from him at any moment and based on the reality, it’s a strong possibility. So he relishes in your taste, memorizes you all over again because divorce and pain changes a whole person’s being. He knows this because it did it to him.

He’s not the same man he was. In fact, he believes he’s a better one. He just needs you to give him the chance to show you. It’s unfortunate that it took losing you to correct himself.

“Let me come home,” he bites your lip, groaning at how you whimper. “Let me come home to you and our babies.”

You just keep kissing him because you don’t know if you’re ready to give him what he wants, even if you want it to. It’s because he knows you so well that he doesn’t need you to say it. He just needs you both to stay right here for as long as you’ll allow it.

When you finally pull apart, he’s caressing your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Why now..?” you ask.

“I finally got the courage to face my mistakes. I wanted to fight the divorce the moment you asked for it, and with the little fight that I did give, I only hurt you more. I knew there was no winning side of it all for either of us. Being together hurt and being apart proved to do the same. But we’re here now,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Let me be what I should’ve been, right now. Even if I don’t deserve it.”

Your eyes soften, one of your hands gently tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’m scared, Caleb. I don’t… I can’t be hurt again.”

“You won’t be,” he promises. “I’d rather die than put you through anything like this again. You and the kids.”

“Will you give me time? To think?”

It’s not what he wanted to hear, but it’s not a no. So for now, it’ll have to do.

“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere. Not if my family isn’t with me.”

It takes all your strength to separate yourself from him. He promises to finish putting the gifts beneath the tree because distance is needed right now. So when you retreat to your bedroom and shut the door behind you, your press your back against it and put your palm to your mouth.

You suppress the sounds of your weeping, feeling the emotions rack and shake your body. You’ve missed him so much, you knew the man you loved was never gone. And now that he’s seems to be back, you have to decide for you and your children if starting over is something you’re prepared for. If it’s something you should even consider doing.

If Caleb really wants this, if he’s truly ready, then you’re sure that the love you’ve always had for each other, will win above all.

Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

[dixonzzgirl]

imagine… 

finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.

sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding. 

finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house. 

him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.” 

reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.

getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.

daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”

eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).

having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.

i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.

him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).

you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).

rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.

him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.

daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.

a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!

[slutzforbueckers]

I love your sub p writing. Would you be open to writing a fic where reader invites Paige over to ‘Netflix and chill’ and reader starts teasing Paige and they end up getting yk freaky -💋

netflix and chill— p.b x fem!reader

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: inviting paige over to chill but it’s never really just chilling.

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“stop looking at me like that.” paige mumbled. she wasn’t even supposed to be here—sitting in your living room with her back against the couch cushions, passing a blunt back and forth. she was supposed to be a celebratory dinner with her team, laughing and reminiscing about the good and bad times they shared together, but you called. you called and she came. every time.

she made some lame excuse as to why she had to leave early—the same lame excuse she used every time— and gave each of her teammates and coaches a hug with the promise to see them tomorrow. she caught a uber to your place without even second guessing. you had said you wanted to just chill, something casual, but your “just wanna chill” always turned into something more and she couldn’t stop herself from giving in.

neither of you ever brought up what you were, a label for what was happening, you just went with the flow. neither of you were seeing anyone else, it was a silent rule. there had been times when she had mentioned someone else and each time you nearly lost your shit, and vice versa. but somehow it worked for you.

“like what?” you feigned innocence, tilting your head to the side as you placed the blunt between your lips, taking a slow drag. paige watched as you exhaled, her eyes flickering down to your lips for a split second.

“like you’re tryna fuck me.” she rolled her eyes but there was no heat behind it.

“maybe i am,” you shrugged and pulled your legs from beneath you. you placed yourself in paige’s lap and she welcomed you with open arms, her hands immediately attaching to your hips. “let me show you something.”

you hit the blunt and just before exhaling you placed your fingers under her chin and tapped twice—silently telling her to open her mouth. paige’s lips parted and you blew the smoke right into her mouth, she inhaled as you exhaled, her eyes on you the entire time. without taking another thought, you kissed her—hard. paige moaned into your mouth, her grip on your hips tightening as she pulled you into her.

the both of you fought for dominance, tongues and teeth clashing. nothing about the kiss was proper—it was messy and hot. you pulled away slightly for air and she chased you, desperately clawing at you in efforts to have your lips back on hers. you used your free hand to grip her hair and tug it back, making her look up at you with low, glossy eyes, and kiss-swollen lips.

“need you so bad.” she whispered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers just to tease her. her lashes fluttered, she could feel your breath mingling with hers and her skin was nearly on fire. “please.” her voice came out in a broken whimper, catching in her throat halfway.

you placed a quick kiss to her lips and slid off her lap so that you were standing in between her legs, you ran your fingers through her hair one last time. “you know where my room is, p.”

in a blink of an eye she was up, rounding the couch and heading straight for your room. you smiled to yourself and took one last hit of the blunt before putting it out. you could hear her shuffling around in your room, and you waited a second before going in.

when you entered your bedroom, paige was laid on your bed, nothing on, her knees bent, and a flushed face. her blonde hair fanned out messily on your pillow, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

"you gonna keep me waiting?" she asked, impatiently squirming, you shook your head with a chuckle and made your way to the bed. paige's legs dropped to be flat on the mattress and you crawled over her. paige’s hands came up to your shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. you kissed her again, slower this time, lingering. her arms wrapped around your neck, and she pulled you down with her, your body settling gently on top of hers.

your hand slid down her side, fingers gliding over her waist, her hip, until you cupped between her legs. she gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut. she was already warm, already soaked. you touched her slowly at first, running your fingers through her folds, just enough to get her breathing sharp again.

“god, you’re always so wet,” you muttered, voice barely audible as you watched her reaction.

“only for you,” she whispered back without thinking, and her honesty sent a rush of heat through you.

you slid a finger inside, slow, then another, and she arched slightly, her mouth parting with a soft whine. her body tensed for a second, then relaxed into it, her hands clutching your back, like she needed something to hold onto.

you kept your forehead resting lightly against hers, watching every twitch of her face, every little shiver. her legs shifted, feet planting against the mattress as her hips rolled up to meet the rhythm of your hand.

“right there,” she breathed out, quiet, almost surprised. “just like that…”

you didn’t speed up right away. you kept it steady—deep, careful strokes, your thumb brushing her clit with gentle pressure. her body started to tremble beneath you, her breathing turning uneven.

“keep going,” she begged, her voice cracking. “don’t stop.”

“i’m not,” you whispered back, brushing your lips against hers again. “i got you.”

paige clung to you tighter, her mouth opening in a moan that she tried to swallow down. you could feel her legs starting to shake, her core tightening around your fingers, her nails digging into your skin without even realizing it.

you kissed her again, slow and warm, and she broke in your hands—body tensing around you as her orgasm hit. she buried her face into your neck, muffling her moan as her hips bucked up, chasing every last wave.

you stayed with her through it, not pulling away, not moving too fast—just holding her, kissing the side of her face while her breathing slowed again. her grip on you loosened, and she exhaled hard, laughing breathlessly against your skin.

“holy shit,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse. “i needed that.”

you smiled and kissed her temple. “i could tell.”

she rolled onto her side and pulled you in with her, your fingers still wet as they rested against her hip. you didn’t say anything for a second, just breathed with her.

“stay the night?” you asked quietly.

she didn’t even hesitate. “yeah. always.”

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[comicaurora]

Hey Red! Long time viewer, first time Asker - I have been so consistently impressed with the quality of the world of Aurora, and I wanted to say how cool I think this series is!

For my question, I want to know which order you went in when you made the comic: did the characters inform the world, or vice versa? I’m working with a team to make a story and I’m of the mindset that the world must inform the structure of the characters, but I’ve seen a lot of opposing ideas that say characterization should be paramount and the world should mold to fit the idea of the characters so they can shine.

I've sort of gone back and forth about this! By which I don't mean I've changed my mind on which is important - I mean at different stages of the worldbuilding I've reversed whether I change the world to suit the characters or vice versa.

Early on I built a simple concept to serve as the foundation of my world, and then I almost entirely scrappd it. It was the idea that anything that possessed both a soul and a body had a mind. You could have souls without bodies and bodies without souls, but only both those things together produced a mind, like an interfefence pattern produced by layering two grids on top of one another. Emergent consciousness was a fun concept, but not exactly a good foundation to build a whole world around, so I dropped it and focused on other things.

Then I went full character driven. I would build a character I thought was cool and flesh out the world that needed to exist to justify them. I wanted a cool wizard with a superpowered evil side so I built an elemental magic system for him. I wanted a weird dude with a connection to a god, so I built out gods.

It worked for a first draft, but it was very wobbly. The characters didn't have much to tie them together beyond loosely existing in the same world. So once I had the elemental magic system, I worked backwards to make a coherent world out of it - elementally influenced people and creatures producing exciting magical subspecies and fun fantasy regions of high magic. I worked out the primordials and some of the effects of their elemental natures. I started laying out gods and the worldbuilding of souls largely to answer the question "why can't a wizard just automatically win every fight by turning people inside out" because that was less interesting than the character stuff I wanted to do.

With the world actually coherent I switched back to building out character concepts. I had all this world stuff locked down, but now I had a really cool idea for this edgy beastman dude, and where could THAT fit in? So I started building out the history of the world to cover the ground of "wizards and gods and other powerful people did Weird Shit to reshape the world and make new kinds of people sometimes" which gave me a lot more room to play. And building out the history meant locking down a timeline and putting historical events in order, and once I did THAT, it gave me a bunch more worldbuilding ideas to play with of when certain things could've happened and what effects those might've caused-

Anyway, I can't tell if I'm doing this wrong or if I'm doing this very right, but in my experience it's worked best as a back-and-forth, letting each draft grow and change the next one.

[ponett]

I'm about to start working on my own RPG with RPG maker, but the part that intimidates me isn't any of the graphical stuff or even programming anything. It's math. How did you find a good progression of exp and stat boosts?

Here's my dark secret with SLARPG: I didn't do any proper math to determine the stat stuff. I didn't use any spreadsheets. It's aaaallllllllll vibes-based, baby. I'd just put numbers and basic stat curves into RPG Maker that seemed okay, and then I tweaked them back and forth through playtesting to get everything feeling how I wanted it to.

The party's stat growths have a somewhat convex slope—they're more significant early on and then slow down later. This way you're noticeably stronger against the lowest tier enemies after your first few levels, but the late game bosses won't vary wildly in difficulty if you're only level 27 instead of 30. (I did manually make sure the party's max HP and MP values would always be multiples of 5, though, just to keep the numbers nice and tidy.)

New areas will give the player new gear with noticeable stat boosts over their old stuff, and then enemies are balanced around that. I'd do battle tests and tweak the enemies for each area so that they felt like they were about as tough as I wanted them to be when pitted against a party with average gear for that part of the game. Feels too easy? Then I make the numbers bigger. And vice versa. And I'd keep making further tweaks after having other people playtest the game. But the further I got in development the better my balancing instincts got, so I had to make fewer balance adjustments than you might think.

The EXP curve, on the other hand... I'm pretty sure I just left default? I adjusted the pace of leveling more via enemy EXP than via the party's EXP requirements. There's a noticeable bump in the EXP enemies give in each new area, so if the player is underleveled when they hit a new area they'll catch up quickly. And of course bosses tend to give enough EXP to guarantee a level if you can beat them.

[angelltheninth]

Could I request reader riding Diluc while wearing skimpy lingerie?

Mmm, I don't like wearing it but I appreciate the people who do.

Pairing: Diluc x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, lingerie, blushing, gift giving, creampie, thighs, ass slapping

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A/N: I love you... everyone who wears pretty lingerie... you're all so pretty!

You don't normally wear lingerie like this, only for special occasions

In this case you were wearing lingerie he gifted you when you started dating officially, several years ago

Diluc worked hard for the whole week so you wanted to help him destress and relax over the weekend

Neither of you suspected it would involve you riding him fast and hard and draining his balls for hours on end

He didn't mind you getting on top because you looked like a perfect beauty, moving so your legs bracket his, your breasts spilling from the bra just enough to catch his eyes, the dark red material never leaving your body

Rather the panties being crotchless, allowing you to align his cock with your dripping entrance and take his full length into you

There were other pieces of lingerie that Diluc bought for you, that you could wear but you chose the one in his colors specifically

Blushing, he placed his hands on your shapely, soft ass cheeks, his hands leaving marks on both cheeks, marks that he will kiss at a later time

When you roll your hips back and forth without letting his cock leave the slippery, warm walls of your cunt he tightens his hold on you

Fingers dig into your flesh, making you grin down at the flustered hero

Sinking down all the way to his balls you feel his body tense under you, your nails leaving marks on his abs, his hips pushing against yours, his balls tightening as he floods your womb with his seed for the nth time that week

Endless pleasure runs though his body as your pussy tightens, relaxes, spasms around his hard cock, your orgasm feeding into his and vice versa

As he lays there, breathing fast, hands slacking slightly, body relaxing, he has a lovedrunk look on his face, his red eyes ablaze with lust, passion and love for his pretty girlfriend

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune