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[cat-got-your-tongue]

Drunk texting

DP&W!Logan x Fem!reader: featuring Wade

Summary: logan goes out with Wade and won't stop calling and texting your phone

CW: fluff | mention of alcohol | dirty talk | failed attempt at sexting | mature language | mention of sex | drunk logan |

Word count: Over 1k

Authors note: Hi, please be kind. I'm still trying to get back into writing. Not proofread. Requests are open. Divider by @saradika-graphics

My work will always be 18+ Minors do not interact or read.

It was 2:00 am on a fucking Wednesday night and your phone was blowing up. Wade had dragged Logan out to have some "bonding time with peanut." Which was code for which of them could get drunk the fastest. It always led to the bar being completely drained of alcohol — usually with one of them coming home with a bruised eye (Wade).

Logan could drink, and so could wade. But he has such a high tolerance that the amount of alcohol he consumed in order to get completely drunk would probably kill the average man. Not good. That meant longer days spent working so he could pay off the tab. You didn't mind most of the time. Since he needed a break and have some fun every once in a while.

Your phone lights up next to your bed. You tried to ignore it, but it kept happening over and over. The loud buzz vibrating on the night stand. You groan and throw your pillow over your head. No use. The sound just kept getting louder and louder.

You sit up in bed and grab it, the bright light making your eyes water a bit. You look down, and your eyebrows shoot up. There were about 46 text messages, and over 10 missed calls. All from logan and a few from wade.

You open your text message app to read what the hell was so important that he had to blow your phone up in the middle of the night.

Lo 💕: miss you.

Lo 💕: Wades tupee is crooked, not telling him tho

Lo 💕: luv u ba.yb

Lo 💕: gonna fkc u wen I get home

Lo 💕: gonna have u soking my dick

Lo 💕: stop ignore me

Lo 💕: [image]

Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the screen of your phone as you read through every text message logan has sent. You sighed, looking at the picture he sent you. You could tell he was absolutely trashed. He was in the run-down bars bathroom. The lighting in there was dim, and the mirror was dirty. He was holding his semi hard cock in one hand and had the bottom of shirt in between his teeth. The sight alone had you squeezing your thighs together. His abs were flexed and a little sweaty, making his happy trail stick to his skin. You had to take a deep breath and calm yourself.

You clicked back and went over to the texts Wade had sent you. You were trying to get your mind off of the selfie logan sent.

Wade: don't worry pookie is fine.

Wade: he's got his tits out like a slut.

Wade: okay now he's fighting

Wade: Okay now he's fighting ME

Wade: I'm not even drunk. I've been having the bartender give me water the whole night 😈

Wade: is he in heat ??? All he's been talking about is fucking

You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. You knew the second wade got logan through that front door it was over. Just as you had that thought, the door went bursting open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang.

"Speak of the devil." You mumbled under your breath. You walked out and saw Wade throwing logan back onto the couch.

He turned to you. "Sunshine here decided to start hmmm his fourth bar fight of the night, so we got kicked out."

You ran your hand down your face and looked down at where logan was slumped over. "Bad night?"

"Nah, luckily, he got whiskey dick of the claws, so no one was shanked." Wade shrugged as he readjusted his toupee. You fought the urge to laugh when you remembered logans text from earlier.

You let out a sigh of relief that no one was actually hurt tonight. You don't know what you'd do if you had to bail logan out of jail. Knowing Wade, he'd probably would just break him out.

"Well thank you for taking him out tonight. He's been......kinda down lately." You spoke as your eyes were still trained on your boyfriend.

There was pause before he spoke up again. He knew how much his friend could get into his own head and overthink.

"No problem. I'm gonna leave you two alone before he wakes up and tells me how much he wants to eat your ass again." Wade gave you a sympathetic pat to your shoulder and quickly hauled ass out of your apartment.

He wasn't gonna stick around incase logan decided to whip out his cock. You couldn't blame him.

Your face got hot, and you groaned again. Logan always had such a way with words. The thought of him telling Wade anything about your sex life was enough to make you want to go hide under your blanket. Now you were wondering what the hell those two talk about when you or Vanessa were not around.

A low grumble sounded from logan as he woke up. His eyes were dropping, and his speech was slurred. He looked around, confused as to where he was until he saw you. He gave you a weak smile and patted his lap for you to sit.

"C'mere" logan hiccups. "Been missin' ya all night." He tried reaching for you.

You immediately slapped his hand away.

"Nuh, uh, I'm gonna make you some water, and you're gonna sleep on this couch until you're sobered up." You shook your head and backed away.

"Then maybe just maaaybe you can have me in the morning. Deal?"

Logan pouted and sunk deeper into his spot. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You couldn't deny the sad pout on his face was cute. He looked so annoyed with you, but he didn't have it in his heart to be mean. Never to you. No matter how drunk logan got, it still didn't keep him from having that soft spot for you.

"Why don't you stand between my legs and lemme eat your pussy then." He slurred again.

"Jesus christ." You muttered and went into the kitchen to pour him some water.

You'd think you would be used to his dirty talk by now. Yet he still managed to surprise you with it. If he wasn't drunk off his ass right now, you would have peeled off all your clothes and let him have you right there on that couch— letting him stuff his cock so deep in your pussy it made your legs tremble before he even started moving. You shake your head of those thoughts and continue getting him his water.

By the time you came back, he had already passed out. You sat the water down and helped him into a more comfortable position. Throwing a blanket over him, you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Quickly, you went back into your bed to get some sleep. You're sure by morning he would be back to normal. He didn't get hangovers much. Maybe you'd take him up on all of his all of those offers once he's sober.

[moodybluemoon]

pretty like the sun

warning: lots of self loathing, misogyny (not from any of the drivers) but i think that’s it 👉🏼👈🏼

words: 2.5k

lando norris x fem!reader

there's always been something unspoken between you and lando, at least, that's how he feels. it's something he notices whenever he gets nervous around you, how every lingering touch leaves him wanting more. it's overwhelming, really, the urge to hold you close, to be more than just your friend.

something that started out as a little crush when charles first introduced you, but morphed into something deeper during the last two years. something that keeps him up at night, thoughts of you constantly on his mind, like you're a breath of fresh air he longs to take in.

sometimes, he allows himself to think you might feel it too. like when you rush to sit next to him during press conferences, not like he'd let anyone else sit there anyway, or when he's one of the first people you run to after getting on the podium.

sometimes, he likes to think it's not just in his head.

……

he tries not to let it get to him as he watches you playfully chuck an empty water bottle at charles, who dramatically acts like you've hurt him. you're both laughing when he places his cap over your head and pulls it over your eyes. lando forces himself to turn away and focus on the conversation in front of him, attempting, but failing to ignore the pang in his chest. meanwhile he completely misses the way your eyes fleet over to him.

''are you missing your boy?'' charles teases from behind you when he catches your stare. ''he's not my boy,'' you retort quickly, ignoring the butterflies forming at the way charles referred to him. within minutes, you find yourself standing behind lando in the papaya-colored garage, willing to wait while he chats with an engineer. the guy nudges him though, as soon as he spots you.

''you've come to spy on us?'' he jokes before leaving you two some privacy, shooting lando a knowing look, one you don't see.

''what's up?'' he says, because it's the only thing his brain comes up with. he spends nights awake in bed, thinking of cool things to say to you, ways to impress you, but when you actually stand in front of him, it's like his mind goes blank.

it never seems to come easy to him, he's not like charles.

charles knows how to make you laugh, effortlessly. lando remembers your first grand-prix win, how charles carried you around on his shoulders, celebrating your win. he seems to light up a room with his presence, just like you, meanwhile lando is left in the shadows, admiring you.

thankfully, you don't seem to notice his inner turmoil, and you quickly dissipate his tension. ''this is so awkward, i actually did come over here to spy on you guys.''

''yeah?'' he replies, visibly more relaxed, ''brought your notebook and everything?'' he decides to keep it to himself that if you really did ask, he'd likely spill all their strategies.

…..

it becomes painfully clear to him that he's in too deep, when he drops everything the moment your text lights up his phone, wanting him to catch a movie with you.

''i've decided you're coming with me''

''that so? what if i've got plans?'' he's teasing of course, there's no way he'd ever say no to you.

''you'll just have to cancel them??? obviously'' you're joking too, but you're unaware that he really does have plans with friends, and that he cancels on them without a second thought.

after the movie, you're walking around the city, evening warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. it's the kind of warmth that doesn't require closeness, but, without thinking, you link your arm through his.

it's so familiar, being close with you. lando knows your an affectionate person, he knows. but you're telling him about your day, burrowing your face into his shirt, making his heart race in a way he hopes you don't notice. he's convinced himself that he can never really have this, have you, but being with you like this, casually intimate, is everything he wants, craves.

there's no way you don't feel it, right?

....

you struggle to keep your eyes open as you're sitting next to charles, this being the fourth interview in a row. the bright lights and constant questions start blurring together when the reporter leans in, asking what is presumably his final question.

''so, obviously i need to ask this. there've been quite a few photos of you looking quite cozy with another driver,'' he says, his tone accusing, ''do you care to confirm or deny any rumors?''

it's obvious the question is directed at you. the press had been speculating for weeks at this point, headlines calling you all sorts of names, claiming it was only a matter of time til you'd start 'hopping around'. gossip pages were lapping it up, happy to have something on you.

you open your mouth to speak, but before you're able to say anything, charles leans forward with a playful grin. ''well, i mean, yes, but things between me and pierre are much too fresh to talk about. he is very handsome, and a great friend, but i'm not sure if i like him that way, yet''

you stifle a laugh, thankful for charles‘ quick wit, and it seems to shut the reporter up, but you know it won't be the last question you'll be asked surrounding this topic.

…

you've been pulling away from him lately, he's not stupid. he goes through withdrawal after a day away from you, and now it's been weeks that you've avoided him. it physically pains him, and it doesn't seem to help that you seem to cling to charles whenever he sees you.

now he's alone in his hotel room, and sleep doesn't come easy. the others persistently asked him to go out with them, with max telling him he'd be missing out. he figures he'll be fine missing out on watching you with charles.

a soft sound interrupts the silence then, he thinks he's imagining it, it's so quiet. but it comes again, a gentle tap at the door, and he's surprised to find you on the other side of it, dressed in your pyjamas.

''can i stay with you?'' you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

he wants to pull you into his arms immediately, desperate to make the sadness in your eyes disappear, desperate to make it all okay.

''you didn't go with them?'' he asks softly, before gently pulling you inside. you're shaking your head and quietly say ''charlie said you wouldn't be there.''

the implication lingers heavy between you, and he wants to ask you what you mean, wants to ask why you've been pulling away if that's how you feel, but this is the most you've spoken to him in weeks, and he‘s scared it’ll push you away.

you awkwardly stand in the room, like you're waiting for him to tell you what to do, and he hates it. it feels like everything you had is gone, like you're strangers.

he sits down on the bed, inviting you to sit next to him, your movements stiff. he only speaks up again once you're by his side, hoping to soften the mood.

''seems like they're having fun without us, did you see carlos' story?'' he expects you to laugh, assuming you've seen the video of charles doing the limbo, george cheering him on, but you don't.

''no, uhm, i just deactivated all my social media.'' you're picking your nails, something he knows you do when you're nervous. ''why'd you do that?'' he asks, quietly.

you shrug, pulling on a piece of skin, when he places his arms around you, taking both of your hands in his. it's a gesture that says 'talk to me', and it makes your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill as you realize how much you've missed him lately.

''it just got too much, needed a break,'' you say, voice trembling and lando sighs. it's well known how much frustrated fans love to take out their anger on you, being the only woman on the track. it's something he's always wanted to shield you from, protect you from their mean words.

he also doesn't know that it's currently his own fans targeting you. calling you a distraction, branding you a slut and sending you death threats fueled by jealousy, all because of some rumors. he doesn't know, because he doesn't get the same treatment as you, none of the drivers do.

he gently tightens his grip on your hands, and tears begin to spill. you hate feeling so vulnerable, but his soft cooing assures you that it’s okay, and that he’s here for you.

you have no idea how much it means to him that you turned to him.

''they don't know you.'' he reassures you, ''it's okay that you need a break from it, and if you'll let me, i'll be there for you, always. but you have to know that whatever they're saying doesn't define any part of you.'' he shifts slightly to make you more comfortable, firmly pulling you into his chest. it only takes a few minutes for you to drift off, tears dried on your cheeks. once he's certain you're asleep, he turns off the light, pulls a blanket over you both, and allows himself to place a kiss to the top of your head, whispering ''goodnight, baby.''

he hardly closes his eyes all night, content simply to feel you in his arms, yet it's the best sleep he's had in weeks.

..

he’s drunk, no he’s hammered. it’s charles‘ birthday, and though he didn’t feel like coming, how could he resist your pleading eyes, your ‘but it’s charlie’s birthday‘?

but now he’s sitting across from you, and you’re next to charlie, and if it was difficult seeing you two on the paddock, then he needs a whole new word for whatever this is.

the night you spent in his hotel room seems so far away now, and though he’s never seen himself as a possessive person, what he feels now is more than jealousy. suddenly, the sight of you so close with someone else feels unbearable and he can’t shake the urge to pull you away.

so, before he does something dumb, he does something dumber. he heads to the bar and downs shot after shot, chasing the numb feeling it provides him. it makes it worse though, it’s like he can’t see anything but you.

he pushes through the crowd, feeling like the walls are closing in on him. the bass from the music thumps in his chest, but fades once he reaches the balcony.

he only realises you’re behind him when you speak up. “are you okay, lan?“ he wants to say no. he wants to be mad at you, because why are you making him feel so confused? but he can’t be mad at you, he‘s convinced he’s incapable of raising his voice at you.

so he asks, because he’s sure he’s going to wake up tomorrow with a headache either way. and because for his sanity, he needs to know.

,,why can't you just like me?'' it comes out a little whiny, and the look in your eyes lets him know you didn’t expect this question.

unsure how he means it, you furrow your brows, but your heart is pounding. “you’re one of my best friends, lan. of course i like you.“

he goes to shake his head in disagreement, wincing when the movement makes him dizzy. “s‘not what i mean,“ he mumbles, resting his head against the wall. his eyes flutter shut, sad little pout forming on his lips, and it pains you to see him this way.

„why can’t you like me the way i like you?“ there’s a heavy vulnerability lacing his voice, and you want to say something, anything. yet no words come out.

„it hurts so much, to see you with him,“ he blurts out then, his voice raw. „i mean, this, us, this can’t just be in my head, right?“ he gestures between you two.

“lan, it’s not like that with charles. he’s my teammate, one of my beat friends.“ desperation creeps into your voice, as the weight of the moment finally dawns on you, “he’s not you, i‘m- it’s not just in your head.“

and for a moment, lando lets himself believe everything he’s wanted for the past two years is about to come true. but he sees the look in your eyes, and he knows you’re not finished.

„do you know the kind of questions i‘ve been asked lately?“ he stays silent, waiting for you to continue, “it’s like I’m constantly fighting to prove my worth, and it‘s draining me.“ you inhale shakily, trying to steady your trembling hands. “every interview, every conference, half my questions are about you. and I’m used to criticism. but not this- your fangirls sending me messages, handing me letters, telling me to kill myself, to stay away from you.“ tears stream down your face, and your voice cracks as you go on.

“i‘m the only woman on the grid, lando. i have to constantly try to be better than everyone else just to be seen. and now- everything I’ve worked for is overshadowed by this. like i’m an extension of you, when nothings even happened yet.“

The weight of your words presses down on him, and he realises how much this has affected you too.

“i didn’t know they were saying those things to you, im so sorry. i wish i could protect you from all of it,“ he says, stepping closer to cup your face in his hands. you let him, feeling the warmth of his palms grounding you.

„but please don’t shut me out, please. i can’t lose you, not when i never really had you.“ there’s tears running down his face too now, “i just want to love you.“ you look up into his eyes, and let the gravity of his words sink in.

he loves you.

“lando, please don‘t say that.“ you whisper, your heart aching at the sincerity in his gaze.

“why not?“ he pleads, not paying any mind to how desperate he sounds.

„i can’t risk everything ive worked for my whole life,“ your hands go to hold onto his wrists.

“i can’t be what you want me to be, not right now.“ you step back, his hands falling from your face. there’s an „im sorry“ before you go back inside, he doesn’t really hear it.

.

you’re long gone, already in your room. he’s still on the balcony, leaning against the wall, in the same space you’ve left him. after a while, oscar comes to get him, asking no questions as he drives him back to the hotel.

he’s awake in bed once again, and now, on the other side of the hotel, so are you.

when you close your eyes, there’s only one thing on your mind.

„i just want to love you.“

[smutallyouwant]

Twice Fic World Chp.6

Overtime

Word Count: approx. 2k wordd

Jihyo and Sana x Reader

Boss Jihyo came back from the business trip she attended in two weeks. Mina was absent and you wonder why. You texted here earlier but didn't get a reply. You texted Chaeyoung too, but got nothing.

You finish your work early as usual and you just go around the office acting busy and passing time. Until you received a message. You're expecting a response from either Chae or Mina but the one that texted you was Sana.

You did not say that Mina was absent because you're expecting a reply from her and is thinking to just invite her to come.

15 minutes before your out time, Jiyo called you in her office. You came to her office immediately and she ordered you to lock her door.

" Hi boss, how's your trip? " You asked.

" It's fine Y/N and I told you, you should call me by my name or mommy when we're alone " she teased.

" Btw, did you have some fun with your fuck buddy here while I'm away? " she added.

" What? " You're startled.

You did not expect that she knows Sana and you just used the office to fuck.

" What do you mean what? I told you, I know that you have that kind of relationship with Mina. Have you forgotten? "

You sighed in relief that that's what she meant about that.

" Oh you mean that haha, we just do it sometimes "

" You liar, you're fucking everytime you got the chance " she teased before both of you laughed.

" She filed a leave for 3 days because she's going to visit her parents in their province "

" Ohhh " you muttured.

" Did you meet the temporary OIC when I was away? "

" Yes, Sana is so friendly to us " you responded.

" So why did you call me here?"

" What else? Mommy's boobs did not get any attention for a while don't you know? " She said before lowering her top revealing her boobs.

You wasted no time and you walked towards her to suckle on her tits while your other hand played with her other boob. She hugged your head pulling you closer that made you bite on her nipples gently.

" ugh fuck Y/N, I miss this so much baby keep on sucking mommy's tits "

She moaned softly as you tasted her sweat with a touch of her sweet scent. She grinds her legs together pleasuring her self, you put your hands to spread them and fingered her yourself. You removed her cycling and panties to play with her wet pussy. You gently play her clit and finger her with three of your fingers.

" Fuck you're so wet mommy "

" Yes baby, keep on fingering me like that "

Jihyo tightened her hug to your nape while her other hand was leaning on the table for leverage.

" Eat me Y/N, eat my pussy " Jihyo said.

You immediately complied and you lick her clit vigorously while finger fucking her. Her head bends backwards as she reaches climax with the intensity of your play.

" Ughhh fuckkk, I'm squirting! " She moaned.

You watched Jihyo squirts on the floor while she played with her tits herself pinching both of her nipples.

Jihyo pulled you into a deep wet kiss after squirting. You suckled into her tits again while Jihyo is busy unbuckling your pants.

" Fuck, I hope these babies have milk in them " you said before slapping Jihyo' s boob.

" Ughh " she moaned in response.

" Breed mommy then, so I can have milk for you " she added.

Without further ado, you positioned her dog style and pushed her to the table. You aligned your shaft to her pussy, and fucked her hard from the back. Jihyo has a slim waist but got thick ass, thighs and boobs making her a perfect fuck toy. The seams of her huge butt going up to her back is so hot, her sweat drips into the seams making her look so sexy.

" UGHHH FUCK, YES Y/N I MISSED YOU "

" FUCK ME DEEP " she moaned aggressively.

Her plump has bounced back and fourth, you grabbed your phone to film this wonderful sight. You remembered Sana' s text midway, and you replied to her that you have to cancel the plan and Mina is absent also. You keep your phone away so Jihyo won't notice that you filmed her.

" Fuckk Y/N keep going, I'm cumming again "

" Ughhhh !!!" Jihyo moaned while squirting.

" That's so good " you said.

Jihyo stood straight and kissed you from her back. You can see her sweat formed a mark to the table, as you're not finished, you carried her to the table and you inserted your dick again. Jihyo wrapped her arms around you while looking at you seductively. Her boobs bounced up and down and the table sounds echoed with both of your moans inside the room.

*rinngg

*ringgg

Jihyo's phone rang, both of you ignored it but it rang for the second time so Jihyo took her phone. She signaled you to be quiet but not stop, she pulled you to suck for her boobs while answering the phone.

" Hello? Yes... oh..hmm... Okay... "

She answered the phone while looking at you with a horny grin on her lips. You can tell how hard she tries to stop her moans. As soon as the call ended she threw her phone and started moaning again.

" Fuck I'm so horny, bread mommy "

" Finish inside mommy so I can give you milk okay?" she said while moaning.

" I'm cumming mommy " you said.

As soon as you said that, Jihyo pulled you for a kiss muffling your moans as you nutted inside her pussy.

" Fuck that was the best Y/N "

Jihyo said as semen flows out her pussy. Jihyo cleaned and showered in her office, and you groomed yourself in the men's comfort room. You two met in the hallway of the office.

" I have to hurry and meet a friend Y/N, I wanted to have more of you but I have to go " she said.

" It's alright Jihyo, I'm going to head home too " you responded.

" Unless you want to join? I'll treat it as your overtime " she added.

" But it's your friend, I don't want to be out of place "

" No I'm sure she's down for it too, come on " she said while pulling you be your wrist.

The two of you ride an Uber to a karaoke bar. The two of you head inside and Jihyo looks out to find her friend.

" Yes this is the one " she muttered.

You opened the curtain to a karaoke room and found Sana already drinking alone.

" Uhh... " Sana muttured.

The girl that you have said that you can't meet tonight was the one who called Jihyo because she doesn't want to be drinking alone, you just realized. Also, Jihyo doesn't know the relationship between the two of you. It turned out that she's surprised that you are coming along with Jihyo, but she cannot finish her words as she doesn't want Jihyo to think in any uncertain ways about the two of you.

" Oh Sana, I brought Y/N with me. I hope you don't mind, he's one of the team after all I know that you know each other in some sense " Jihyo said.

" Oh hi, Y/N from work I did not expect you to come with the boss but it's alright. We should have fun tonight " Sana said.

" Uhhh, yeah let's have fun tonight " you responded.

The three of you sang songs together while drinking and having some Korean barbeque. You can't help but stare at Sana's beautiful neck and shoulders while she drinks directly into the bottle. Her comfy jean shorts that show her smooth and thick thighs and her top revealing a little bit of her cleavage is so sexy.

" We should play a game " Sana said.

" Yeah, since we're in karaoke the one that scores the lowest should obey the two winners for tonight " Jihyo responded.

" That's great, let's start! " Sana excitedly said.

The three of you sang one song each, and you got the lowest score.

" Aww Y/N better lack next time " Jihyo teased you while po putting her arms on your shoulders.

" That's okay Y/N, you just have to obey both of your bosses as usual " Sana teased you too.

" Hahaha right! You just have to suck on my tits again! That's my command to you! " Jihyo said clearly in a drunk state.

You and Sana eyed each other and then looking at the drunk Jihyo.

" Heyy! You should obey me! Come here and suck these " Jihyo said.

She pulled her top down and pulled you to suckle on her tits. Jihyo leaned her back to the cushion sofa and you gently sucked on her boobs. Sana on the other hand queued another song and sang it while eyeing both of you.

" Ughh, that feels great Y/N " Jihyo whispered before falling asleep.

You noticed it and you fixed Jihyo's top immediately.

" Shit, I never knew I'd see my friend imposing her mommy kinks to you Y/N " Sana said.

" Hehehe, sorry that I said I can't come "

" It's alright, I can picture what happened already " Sana responded.

" Jihyo told me that she has a very good companion at the company that can satisfy her, and I knew that it was you from the first time that I saw you. I just confirmed it at the office hahaha" she added.

" Yeah, and you know about Mina too haha "

" Yes, that too. Jihyo said that you have a sex partner at work too. It so happened that I'm actually attracted to girls too so I invited her over to the office too.

" Btw the way, let's go to my place " Sana said.

" How about Jihyo? " You asked.

" You'd carry her to the uber and to my home, that's my order " Sana said.

Sana booked an Uber and you carried Jihyo inside the car and into Sana's condo. As you entered her home, she guided you to her bedroom and asked you to put Jihyo there.

" Whooo, Jihyo is not that heavy but it's still hard work " you said as you sit down on her bed.

Sana locked the door and she looked at you fiercely. Sana leaned over bending her body revealing the whole of her cleavage in front of your face. Her drunk horny face and her scent mixed with alcohol is so hot that you can't help but be addicted with it. Sana kissed your lips gently with pecks and subtle bites. You pulled her and sat her on top of you. Both of you made out and clearly drunk on each other's saliva. Sana took off her bottom, and your pants and quickly inserted your cock into her wet pussy.

" Ughh, I've been wet for you since we're singing earlier " Sana moaned.

You palmed her face as she rides your cock.

" Don't be too noisy, Jihyo might be awake " you said.

" ughhh, ughhh ugh, " Sana moaned and didn't hear you at all.

" Shit I'm so horny Y/N, I'm cumming already UGHH! "

Sana hugged your neck as she climaxed on your dick while gently shivering. She then stood up after a minute and laid on the bed signaling you to come on top of her. You obliged and fucked her missionary and not having a care of Jihyo taking a sleep besides both of you. The two of you are so focused on pleasuring each other' s sex desire that you did not notice Jihyo turning her head and looking at both of you fucking each other.

Jihyo's POV

Inside voice:

" Ugh my head hurts, where am I "

( kissing sounds )

" I've been wet for you since we're singing earlier "

" That's Sana, and is she making out with someone ? I'm in her house? Why is she doing this besides me?"

( bed started to move )

" Shit is she fucking someone? "

" Don't be too loud, Jihyo might be awake "

" ugh ughh, ugh, I'm so horny Y/N, I'm cumming already UGHH! "

" Fuck, she's fucking with Y/N? How did this happen. It's turning me on so bad"

Jihyo teased her nipples while listening to Sana and you fucking.

" Fuck, I want to do it too "

" Should I take a look? "

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" How could you fuck behind me? " Jihyo said.

" Ughh, I've been waiting for you to be awake " Sana said with a smile.

Sana took off her top revealing her perky tits.

" Come here Jihyo, let me suck in my mommy's tits too " Sana calmly said.

Jihyo instinctively palmed Sana's face while she pulled off her top to let Sana suckle on her tits. Jihyo looks at you with a seductive face while you fuck Sana who's sucking on Jihyo.

" Shit, this just looks like a dream. It's like both of you do this all the time " you said.

" No, we've never done this before " Jihyo said.

Sana popped Jihyo's boob causing Jihyo to squeal in pleasure.

" We never shared a man before, but you can say that we shared pleasure with each other before. When we were in college being the curious girls that we are, I asked Jihyo if I could see her boobs because it's too big for our age. I am a lover of beautiful girls with a sexy body, I tried to suckle on it inside the locker room of the school " Sana said.

Jihyo looked embarrassed but is so horny that she never stopped playing and pinching her boobs and nipples while watching the two of you fuck.

" And.. ughh, fuck so deep. Keep fucking me. " San said while signalling Jihyo to suck Sana's boobs as well before continuing the story.

" From then, Jihyo discovered her kink and we will go to her house and do a so-called project just for me to suck on her tits the whole time. Sucking my beautiful best friend's boobs is enough to pleasure me. But when she had a boyfriend and kept telling me stories of how they pleasures her and fucked her, I began being curious too. And I discovered that I like both beautiful women and men that could satisfy my thirst for sex"

" I'm so happy right now, that a man I like and my beautiful friend are with me and are pleasuring each other right now " Sana added.

Jihyo took Sana' s lips and made out with her.

" You're beautiful too, Sana " Jihyo exclaimed.

" I'm not sure about how I feel about you at that time, but I definitely like you more than my boyfriend. It's just that I want to have sex with a dick that I stayed on with a boyfriend" Jihyo added.

" You can be both my girlfriend" You exclaimed.

You then joined both of them in kissing each other's mouth.

" I'm cumming inside you, Sana "

" Yeshhh, cumm inshide me "

" Ughhhhh!! " Both of you moaned in unison.

The three of you stayed there for a moment before laying with each other down on the bed with you in the middle.

" We won earlier right? " Jihyo said.

" Yes you do " you responded.

" Then be our boyfriend tonight " Jihyo said.

With the scent of alcohol and the seductive mood engulfed in the room, the three of you started kissing each other's body and touching. Jihyo started to give you a blowjob while Sana sucked on your nipples simultaneously.

" Hey, can you two fulfill my horny imagination? " Jihyo shyly asked.

" Of course we do, we should pleasure each other to extreme tonight " you responded.

Jihyo then asked you to fuck her while sucking on her boobs while Sana sucks into the other boobs and fingering her clit at the same time. Jihyo said that she wonders how it feels to be stimulated to all of her sensitive areas. Her pussy, clit, and both of her boobs. She always thought of two people sucking both of her boobs, she said.

" UGHHHH FUCKKM, FUCK STOP ITS SO OVERSTIMULATING" She pleaded.

Both of you did not stop before Jihyo reached her limit and started squirting and trembling vigorously as Sana played her clit. Jihyo limped like a vegetable on the bed with a smile on her face.

" Common Y/N, I'm not done yet. It's my turn " Sana said before pulling you into fucking her missionary.

" You like this position a lot huh? " You said.

" Yes, this way I can clearly see your face and your body " Sana responded.

" Ughhh, fuck I'm cumming "

" Yes I'm cumming too, Y/N. Give it to Jihyo you came inside me earlier " Sana said.

Sana squirted and squealed as you pulled your dick out. She continued to play her clit to continue her squirting. Jihyo on the other hand was surprised by your load exploding on her tits and face.

Jihyo fell asleep after Sana cleaned her off. You and Sana ended up fucking again on her balcony before you left and went home.

The day went and you're late for work today. Jihyo called you in her office and you said you're sorry to be late today.

" It's alright Y/N you had a great overtime last time after all. I hope you're satisfied with your overtime pay "

[howi99]

Prince of Vale part 2

Jaune: *sitting on his bed, looking pensive*

Pyrrha: *brushing her hair* Is something wrong?

Jaune: Hm? *Shake his head* No no, it's just... You remember that girl in class?

Pyrrha: Which one?

Jaune: The one from Haven. The one who acts as if she is superior to everyone, but at the same time tries to hide it behind the fake smile.

Pyrrha: Oh, Cinder, right?

Jaune: *snapping his fingers* Yeah, that one. She kept looking at me all day.

Pyrrha: *roll her eyes* Another Princess wannabe. *Sigh* You'd think they get the message after you said no to the 20th.

Jaune: Pyrrha, you know better than anyone what fame does. *Chuckle* Your fan even thinks we are dating and they STILL send you love letters.

Pyrrha: *mumbling* If only that was true.

Jaune: What?

Pyrrha: *shake her head* Nothing. So, where were you going with this?

Jaune: Well, at first i thought it was sympathy or something, but it looks... I don't know. Weird? It's like she wants to talk to me and at the same time run away. I'm just wondering what's wrong, you know?

Pyrrha: *mumbling again* Goddamn hussy, i'll show you...

Jaune: Pyrrha? Are you ok? You seem a bit... Angry.

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms, frowning* I'm not. And yes, i know what you mean. Maybe she didn't have the best childhood? Mistral isn't known for being the best of place.

Ren: *who was reading a book* I wonder what would make you say that.

Nora: *playing on her scroll* Yeah, it's the safest place ever. Totally not a den of criminal.

Jaune: *chuckle* Sarcasm aside, maybe we should try befriending her?

Nora: *pausing the game* Are you sure she's... Uh... Kind of a bitch.

Ren: *looking up from his book* Worse than Weiss?

Nora: Touché.

Jaune: *shrug* Beside, it might give us more information on their team. Weakness and all that, you know?

Pyrrha: That... Sounds more callous than you used to be.

Jaune: *shaking his head* Sorry, old habits. My bumbling fool persona might not be far from the real me, but taking advantage of any situation IS important as a king. *Scratch the back of his head* My tutors drilled that teaching in my mind.

Meanwhile, in Cinder's team dorm

Cinder: *irritated* He's been looking at me for the last few periods. I think he is onto us.

Mercury: His mother died not even a week ago and everyone knows he is going to be the next king. *Shrug* I'd be paranoid too. He's probably the biggest target of every kidnapper in Vale.

Emerald: *sigh* As much as i hate to admit it, Mercury is right.

Cinder: *massaging her eyelids* I know that already, but it's not as if we are trying to kidnap him. *Sigh* Her Majesty asked us to look after him in secrecy, and i won't fail that mission.

Trivia: *texting* The queen did say he was a good judge of character. He probably already knows that we are trying to look after him. Or at least, that we aren't after him.

Emerald: And you were watching him a bit too intensely-

Cinder: Of course i was! The son of the woman who took me in when i was a slave is in front of me! I would give my life for him!

Mercury: *placing a hand on her shoulder* So would any of us. But you need to calm down, if you don't want our cover to blow up. Roman worked his ass off for them and i don't think they would work a second time.

Trivia: *texting* Maybe you should wear sunglasses? At least he wouldn't see that you are looking at him specifically.

Emerald: *shake her head* It's too late for that, we should try doing some damage control.

[skyeslittlecorner]

I was just writting one of the requests, about demon's weaknesses and dark sides, but… You see, my texts are usually a joyful stream of consciousness. I always try to make them as emotional or humorous as possible. Pleasant to read. And, what's more important, quite tamed. But I think went a little too far this time?

Since I've already written it, why not, I'll post it. Although I feel obliged to give a warning that it might be a bit more... graphic? Halloween is soon, let's say I have permission.

Satan’s weakness is his kingdom. The nation he loves and serves; the people he named and took under his roof.

If he is pushed to the wall, he will not hesitate. He may lose the fight, but not the war. The final battle for Gehenna. Leraye, Paimon, go to the front behind the city. Zagan, Astaroth, evacuate the entire capital and nearby villages. Belial, warn Hades and Tartaros. Sitri, take Solomon's descendant to safety. And you, MC... take care of Sitri. Do not let him return, no matter what. Someone has to take care of the country later.

He, the king, will remain alone at the capital city, and that will be enough. The rage that emanates from him is the worst, the most vile, full of hatred and desperation. The red clouds from under his feet, thick and sultry, look like blood, although the battle has not begun. His murderous aura alone has wiped out most of the angels. But Seraph? He had something special prepared for this occasion.

Although he had rehearsed this plan in his mind hundreds of times, the blood he had drunk from the neck of the dead angel tasted as bitter as vinegar. Angel blood was generally disgusting. The blood of a poisoned, suicidal one should have killed him with a mere touch. It should also make the most powerful weapon he had ever held in his hands. A few sips weren't enough. His head ached, his eyes darkened. Was this death or madness? Probably both. The long, sharp scythe formed in his hands with obvious resistance, with each sip; it demanded sacrifice, demanded blood. Two kinds of energy. Life leaving the angel, and life leaving the demon king. 

When Satan stood before Gabriel and his army, nothing else mattered to him. He smiled with a wild, empty expression on his face. If he was to die, it would only be at the price of the complete freedom. From angels... and also from his dark thoughts.

Andrealphus’ weakness are children. He remembers too well the severed, cooling hand of his brother who protected him. Too many nights he spent hunting, just not to go thought it again and again in his nightmares.

You don't want to meet him on a hunt. Cruel methods, you say? He calls it justice. All you see from your corner is an angel with his clothes ripped open and Andrealphus's shoe on his chest. The demon will gladly help him, he’s a gentleman. Since this bastard wanted to take off his shirt, Andrealphus will cut the skin along the sternum and stomach and tear it left and right. Here, show me what you have underneath. Muscles contracting in pain, exposed. Unbuttoned pants? No problem, either. Scythe is sharp, sharp means less painful. He’ll just tear his dick and shove still warm up his ass. A hot stick from the building the angel burned down would be perfect for stopping the bleeding. In fact, it would be perfect for impaling him, too.

Your squeal would be clearly heard for Andrealphus even among the horrifying shriek of his victim. Demon would look you dead in the eye. It doesn't matter that he's blind; his blank gaze pierces your soul.

“He should be happy. I’m merciful enough to let him die at all.” He whispered, bypassing you and heading towards the ruins. “You'll be fine.”

The house that angel burned was not abandoned. The demons he tried to hurt haven't escaped yet. Andrealphus himself had only hastened his punishment because there was a more important matter at hand. He knelt down by the ruins, knowing flawlessly where the two children were hiding. Even though he was all black with soot and red with blood, the little ones he had helped out of the ruins clung to him like a savior. Both were crying, both with clothes that were a little too torn.

"It’s over now." There was as much tenderness in his voice as there had been emptiness a moment ago. "Come with me. I'll take you somewhere safe."

[willows-writings]

Of Butterflies and Consequences: An Until Dawn Interactive Fanfiction

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Chapter 1: Friendship: Ten Hours Until Dawn

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OBaC Masterlist

a/n: Ok guys hi!! So this chapter is gonna start with a bit of world building I won't lie. It's really just to establish who you are in this world and where you stand with everyone.

cw: past death, mental health struggles, mentions self inflicted pain

tags: @lousypotatoes @moyo5653 @morgy3456 @pecxiebu @ohantonia (I'm so so sorry if I didn't get everyone!!)

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one year later

Blackwood Mountain was a gorgeous as you remember it to be. You had been there more times than you could count, more than anyone else in the group. Either with Hannah and Beth for a weekend of gossip and hot cocoa, the entire Washington family who treated you as one of their own, or just you and Josh who would insist on lighting every candle in the house to establish a "romantic atmosphere".

All those visits and none of them took place in the past year.

Hell you don't think anyone has been up to this lodge this whole year except for the police.

Josh had invited you up here two days before everyone else got here to "tidy it up" was his excuse. But really you think it's because he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the first few days here alone.

Ever since the incident you stuck by each other. Your parents knew what had happened had been traumatic for the both of you and more often than not let you sleep over at the Washington's house. On the nights when you didn't, you would often wake up to Josh crawling through your window to sleep with you close to him.

God, you would do anything for Josh, anything at all, but at the same time you were mourning your best friends as well. That's why the two of you clung so close to each other. Having been dating almost a year before the incident it drove your already close relationship even closer together instead of farther apart like most people thought it would. You know even if you hadn't been dating and still just friends you would have stayed with him through thick and thin.

Josh had a hard time, had moments of rage, where he's punch a wall till his knuckles bled and either you or his parents would have to patch him up. His moments of depression where he would scream and cry and tear at his skin and all you could do was hold him and sob with him. Bargaining where you would both sit up at night and ask the universe why? Why them? Why not anyone else?

Inseparable as you were you know Josh had his moments, where he needed a few hours, or a day or two alone. You did too. You always knew to keep an eye on him during those moments, sending him little texts that reminded him that you loved him, asking him how his day was. It worked, and you know no matter how long those moments were he will always greet you with a hug and kiss as well as whispers about how much he missed you and loves you.

You think therapy helped, Dr. Hill seemed like a nice man, and even though at first Josh just seemed worse after the sessions he gradually started to get more and more positive. You know even before the incident Josh had struggled with mental health but before it had been manageable with some therapy, coping strategies and a few pills. After the twin's death, he was prescribed a butt load of pills to take. Sometimes it baffled you how he could remember even the smallest detail about you but completely forget to take his pills for a week straight! You took to writing reminders around his and your room, setting reminders on yours or his phone or just reminding him when you were together, which was often. But in the past few months, he had really been improving. You would show up at his house and he would proudly exclaim he took all his medicine for the day without you even asking.

You were proud of the both of you. Josh hadn't talked to anyone but you and his parents for the first six months but after that, he slowly started to reach out to Chris again. Josh even told Chris a bit about his therapy which is a huge leap in the right direction! He even started talking to Matt again in recent months. He had texted all the girls recently as well! Just little things like a post that reminded him of them or a "how's your day?" As for Mike... you knew he had reached out but not as much as he did for the others. It counted, it was all steps toward healing.

As for you, well, it was hard to talk to them at first. Logically you knew it wasn't their fault but a part of you needed to blame something other than the cold weather so you lashed out on them. It was easy to forgive Sam and Chris, you can't remember much from that night but you know Chris had nothing to do with it and you're pretty sure Sam even stood up for Hannah. Everyone else, it took you a few months to be able to talk or text them more than small talk or a passing comment. Eventually, it got easier and things almost felt like they were before.

About 4 months after their death you walked into the nearest tattoo parlor and walked out with a new tattoo. A butterfly on your right arm, the exact same one Hannah had. You remember going with her the day she got hers and holding her hand through the pain of the needle. Since you had been a few months younger than her at the time and therefore still 17 she had looked at you, winked, and said.

"Y/n the second you turn 18 I am making you go through the same pain I just did. Don't worry I'll let you squeeze my hand this time."

You had laughed and Josh and Beth had laughed when you told them Hannah's promise. But when you showed Josh the tattoo this time he just hugged you and cried.

Since then life has been as close to good as it can get, you had started taking classes at the local community college and you and Josh had been talking about moving out from your parents to buy an apartment together. It was good, you were doing good. That's why it took you by complete shock when one night, as you lay on your side scrolling through your phone and Josh spooned you and watched over your shoulder, he announced he wanted to go back to the lodge.

"What?" You had exclaimed, turning the phone off, sitting up and turning to face him.

He lay on his back and made a noise of affirmation "Yeah, and I wanted to invite the whole group up too, the good ol' annual trip." As he talked his eyes slowly drifted from yours till he was staring at the corner of the room nervously.

"Josh... I want whatever you want you know that, but are you sure this is something you want or do you feel obligated?" You remember once Dr. Hill had told you that if Josh says something out of character you should ask him to clarify if it was him saying it or the grief.

"I-I think it would be nice. You know like a one year anniversary thing, to celebrate them and their lives." His eyes moved and met yours again, "I can't keep avoiding them forever, they are my friends, and even if we're not as close as we used to be I still want to see them. Besides I think Hannah and Beth would have wanted us to be happy at some point."

You stay quiet, shocked by his sudden vulnerablity. But Josh, being Josh, opens his mouth again in a poor attempt to crack a joke.

"Can't stay wallowing, swaddled in blankets forever can we?" He grins lightly.

You let out a groan and bend down to meet your lips with his. After a few seconds of kissing you drawing away, but only a bit so your face is still leaning over his.

"Josh I think it's a great idea, I'll help you plan it all, I love you."

He smiled and leaned up to meet your lips.

And so after helping him set up a quite dramatic video (on par for him) inviting all your friends up and arriving two days early, it is now the day everyone is set to arrive.

"Today is the one year anniversary of the dreadful tragedy that took place on Mount Washing-"

You turn off the small radio you had been listening to and sigh. You're standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in your hand wearing pants and one of Josh's various band t-shirts. At least Josh had seemed chipper this morning, you couldn't say the same for yourself but that might just be slight elevation sickness.

Speaking of Josh he had left a bit a go to see if anyone had arrived yet. You suppose you should go out and join him but it's sooo cold out there.

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Stay inside, stay warm

Try to find Josh

[nqueso-emergency]

I'll just put it out there, I am a buddie- but I did not come to shit on anyone's parade I just came to see your opinion on something.

How do you feel about the implication of Tommy being left out of the main crew, like the groupchat for example and him not being in it but everyone on the 118 and their partners being in it. And I don't remember the exact quote but how Tommy was talking about the 118 being this family and how they were lucky.

Again, not trying to be mean, just curious on how Tevan's? Bucktommy's? Idk if you guys prefer one or the other- i see them used interchangeably- how y'all see it.

Well, we don't know if the significant others are in it or not. You can see Bobby hand his phone to Athena and Maddie isn't there at all so it could just be a 118 group text. In fact, in the scene you only hear three chimes.

But I do think it tied into Tommy's little speech about it how it's beautiful to have a crew behind you for when things go wrong. Tommy's backstory is full of let downs, I believe.

[lara4eclipze]

“what am i supposed to do without you?”

sypnosis; work , train , new city the cycle never ended for yoonchae drowned in fame—she starts to drift from the only love of her life

cw; fluff , angst , lovey dovey , yoonchae is a sweetheart, a lil crying just a little , miscommunication , pabo is a Korean word which means stupid or dumb, a bit of jelousy

now playing; “Mr.Loverman”

"Lets welcome KATSEYE!". the speakers blare around the mall , as the girls walk out

"hi I'm yoonchae" you heard her sweet voice , you got to sit at front since vip i guess?

for obvious reasons you had to keep the relationship a secret but you enjoyed it , cheering the group seeing her shine on stage was definitely a cure to your sadness

—

"you did amazing" you said as you enter the dressing room , Lara and Megan where there as well so you greeted them

"aww thanks" yoonchae responds , her smile highlighting her face

you hug her and give her some flowers

"soo... when's your next performance" you ask

"I don't know yet—but we're going to korea to have a meeting with Hybe" the younger responds

"ohh" you didn't really get what she meant but you had to say something

"you don't get it?" she asks

"no I do" you chuckle

"yeah right pabo" yoonchae says giggling

—ᝰ.ᐟ

now you get it , yoonchae is in Korea currently and apparently their talking about the next comeback of the group

song named touch or something , the chorus was very catchy , yoonchaes voice suits it you thought

"and we went to eomma to eat" the younger says over facetime

"ooh , was it good?" you ask , smiling at the girl who kept on yapping on the other line

"yep , Lara and Sophia literally fought over the last piece of tteokboki" she chuckles remembering the moment

"I miss you" you said

"I miss you too , but I am going back in a week I think" she replies to with a pout

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maybe you were overreacting but who wouldn't? , yoonchae hasn't answered your text and calls for like a week

yet you kept on reasoning maybe because she was busy?

"yoonie , I miss youu (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･)" you chat her , besides she should be in the U.S by now

you wait and wait then wait , you kept on waiting

as you wait you scroll on Twitter , until you see katseye has a schedule to perform at a mall

you wonder why yoonchae hasn't told you yet — but maybe she just forgot to tell you

you bought tickets and got ready for the day

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music was loud , people were loud hell even the chairs you sat on was too loud for your liking

yes your social battery is as low as zero right now but what kept you in the mall was the upcoming performance

finally the girls were on stage , they were in position for their song "Debut" you really loved the song not only for it's fun choreo but the lyrics were amazing too

"hello everyone we are katseye!"

one by one the girls said and introduced yourself

"hi I'm Sophia!"

"hello everyone I am Manon and I am Lara"

"hi mall of Asia I am Megan!"

"Hola I'm daniela"

"annyeong— I'm Yoonchae"

you cheered and so did everyone else,they were beautiful

yoonchae saw you , and waved at you — you smiled back and held up a little handmade sign

"we love you katseye" written in some messy handwriting

the girls signed back a heart sign showing their gratitude

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after the show you stayed for a while meeting up with Lara's mom

"hey auntie" you said waving to her she waves back and you see Rhea behind her

"wanna come the girls are gonna eat at some restaurant" you nod In agreement

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"yoonie.." you ran up to her hugging her

"missed you" you pout at the younger

"me too" she giggles

"anyways let's sit down.." you said walking with her to your seat

after eating you asked yoonchae why she hasn't been online lately

"just busy" she replied nonchalantly which weirded you out , I mean she would've atleast sent you a hi but she didn't

"oh" you reply with the same tone

"lets call later?" she ask , which obviously lightened up your mood

a small grin plastered on your face

"yes please , what time?"

"maybe somewhere around 8-9pm" she replied

"okay yoonie " you kiss her cheeks , getting caught by Lara who makes a disgusted face

"yeah as if you and Manon are worse" the younger teased back

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finally home you took a replenishing bath and wore the pyjamas yoonchaes mom bought you

you text yoonchae about the call , and she replies with a thumbs up

weird. you thought

getting bored of waiting since It was probably getting late I mean look at the clock it's 10pm there's practically no sign of yoonchae

*this might be desperate" you exhale , you decided to call Lara instead to atleast know where yoonchae is

"hey , oh she's at Nayoungs place" Lara replied, you thank her and tell her to stay safe

"blah blah blah nayoung" you mutter under your breath , you excuse it as an freind thing but god you hated it

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7:30am

yoonie💗:"babe sorry , I was busy last night — i forgot"

yoonie💗:"sorry :(( , i love you"

you read the texts , yes it was mean not to reply to her but it constantly felt like you were the only one reaching out is there even a point to try?

you cook up something to eat , whilst getting ready to go to the gym

"shit" you mutter as the toast you bit in to was too hot

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while working out you listened to some music, debut was always and will be in every single playlist you had

you felt someone tap your shoulders

"hey"

you turn around pleasantly surprised, Ezrela?

"ezzie! , hey how are you??" you ask hugging her

"sorry bout the sweat" you said chuckling

"I've been good! , and no problem" The shorter replied

"i was wondering if you wanted to come over later—i invited the others aswell since you know I just got casted for some movie" She giggles

"yeah! , what time?" you said excited upon hearing the news

"come by at 8pm you know my address anyways" she said after so walking away

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at the party you saw some dream academy contestants and you knew the girls will be here aswell

"hey ezzie!" you run up to Ezrela giving her your gift

"congratulations by the way!" you said smiling at her

"aww thank you" she said leading you to the backyard

you saw some familiar faces , like Emily , Adela , Lexie and Nayoung — you forced yourself to smile and greet all of them

since most girls were adults their were drinks offered and mocktails for the younger

you were distracted waiting for the front door to open and her to come in , you missed her , plus it was getting late

Lexie approaches you , and you both got into a deep talk , maybe it was the alcohol hitting you but somehow the subject turned to you and yoonchae

"i really miss her you know—sometimes i wanna just keep her with me and hide her from the public" you said

"that's like kidnapping" Lexie chuckles to which you chuckle too

"but I get it — either way , just think about her being successful it will make her happy and what makes you happy?" Lexie follows

"her being happy" you repeat

you failed to notice how yoonchae was already in the party to busy talking, you excuse yourself to the bathroom from Lexie to which she nods too

"babe" you hear someone whisper

looking behind you saw yoonchae , fiddling with her jacket

"oh hi" you replied, you started feeling your eyes blur knowing damn well you were gonna cry you push into the bathroom

"are you okay?" the concerned younger one asks

"yeah.." you replied using some tissues to wipe away any stray tear

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how far I got from you—i saw you talking to Lexie about it , and I just don't want us to drift this far ever again" the younger states , her hands itching to hug you , a pout evident on her face

you took the initiative and hug her , she rest her head on your shoulders as she mutters some apology

"don't worry , I love you that's what matters" you replied, joy just filling you up

"i promise I'll make sure to stay in touch with you" the younger exhales

"i thought about you wayyyy too much , for my own good too ya know , i mean i didn't hear from you for like two days" you said , the younger presses her lips to your cheeks

"love you"

"love you too" you replied

[saintsenara]

Trick or treat!

thank you very much for hammering on my door, anon. i didn't love the costume, though, so you're getting the scariest thing i can think of...

in defence of won-won and lav-lav

the inspiration for which came from the following anon:

obviously, ron and lavender are not, in the eyes of the text, a ship we are supposed to root for.

the doylist text treats the relationship as a semi-punishment for ron - something intended to chastise him [notice, for example, how he and lavender are frequently described in the narrative as being laughed at by other students] for the crime of being so rude to hermione [and dismissive of her desire for him] in the opening half of the book.

and, specifically, to chastise him for being immature - and for being unable to express his feelings for hermione in any sort of sophisticated way. his relationship with lavender is the final stage of the arc which begins in goblet of fire when he fails to ask hermione to the yule ball - in which his approach towards his attraction to her is petulant and childish and he doesn't "deserve" to be with her until he's resolved it.

ron being poisoned - and calling out for hermione on his sickbed - begins a different narrative arc which continues throughout deathly hallows, in which ron is shown to be attentive, compassionate, chivalrous, and so on, until he proves himself worthy of hermione by remembering that slaves exist and gets his girl.

lavender serves - then - as the anti-hermione. she's the final boss of ron's flop era, stopping him from moving on to his true love. and he knows it - hence him getting the ick when lavender does such unreasonable things as "call snape a cunt" - and longs to extract himself from her clutches, but she's such a powerful force of teenage cringe that he can't.

until harry adds a little liquid luck to the mix, that is.

the watsonian text lacks the overt sense that ron and lavender's relationship is a punishment, but its view on the two of them as a couple is broadly aligned with the doylist narrative.

harry is aware that ron and hermione fancy each other, and he doesn't deviate from this opinion even after ron and lavender start going out - his view [which ron does nothing to disabuse him of] is that ron's attraction to lavender is purely physical, that they have nothing in common and don't really talk to each other, and that ron wants to break up with lavender but doesn't know how. he also makes no effort to include lavender in his friendship group [instead, he regards her as something which prevents him from enjoying hanging out with ron] or to get to know anything about her beyond "likes divination" and "parvati's friend".

ron and lavender's relationship also serves the secondary purpose - in both the doylist and watsonian texts - of laying the groundwork for harry and ginny getting together in the latter stages of half-blood prince.

[which some readers might otherwise feel had come out of nowhere... although i do actually disagree with that assessment.]

the emphatic presentation of ron and lavender as embarrassing, superficial, horny teenagers is a narrative device which enables both harry and the text to insist that his attraction to ginny is the complete opposite: not just a flash-in-the-pan teenage romance, but a mature, profound, passionate, sophisticated, end-game love story. the text has locked in on ginny as mrs potter the second she's rude about ron and lavender's kissing technique.

and so the fact that lavender brings something very important - and very positive - to ron's character development is often overlooked.

ron's defining character trait is that he's someone who feels a great need to prove himself. this contributes both to his positive and negative characteristics - it's why he's daring, loyal, and brave, but it's also why he's disinclined to take initiative, prone to sulking, and a bit of a show-off.

and it's also why he feels jealousy very profoundly.

ron's jealousy - like most people's - is rooted in a sense of insecurity. he's jealous of the attention harry gets because he's worried that nobody will ever think he's so impressive [which also connects to him being worried that he's the least-loved of his siblings]. he's jealous of hermione's relationship with viktor krum because he's worried that he could never command hermione's attention in such a way. he's so easy for the locket-horcrux to manipulate because he thinks it's self-evident that - as the apparition of hermione says - nobody would ever prefer him over the boy-who-lived.

this narrative arc concludes with ron learning to move beyond his insecurity - something the epilogue lampshades by having him quip that the crowds gawking at harry are really there for him. he stabs the locket, banishing the physical manifestation of his insecurities, becomes proactive about communicating his feelings for hermione, and acknowledges that his belief that harry's life is cool and swashbuckling is a fantasy, and that true heroism is often hard and boring.

harry and hermione are - unsurprisingly - key figures in this journey of self-discovery.

but so is lavender.

there seems to be a common view in this fandom that hermione is the most emotionally literate and most mature of the trio. this former view is plainly nonsensical [if any of them have the emotional range of a teaspoon, it's little miss "why are you upset your rabbit's dead?"...] and the latter always seems, to me, to be based in essentialist stereotypes about girls being more sensible and maturing faster than boys, instead of the idea that hermione - specifically - has a more diligent and rule-oriented personality than harry and ron.

[i'm always struck by how hermione is - in many ways - the most child-like of the trio. deathly hallows begins with harry clearing his trunk of the ephemera of childhood so he can pack for his mission. hermione's packing involves taking her schoolbooks along as comfort items...]

as a result, the fact that hermione and ron behave equally as petulantly towards each other before their end-game arc begins is often overlooked. he tends to cope with feeling insecure by lashing out at other people's insecurities [i.e. when he does the impression of her bouncing up and down in her chair and makes her cry because she laughs at him] and so does she [i.e. her zeroing in on ron's lack of confidence in his quidditch abilities when she says she's attracted to "really good quidditch players"]. he acquits himself badly when it comes to krum, she reacts in exactly the same way [scoffing, sulking, giving the silent treatment, casting aspersions on the object of his affection's character etc.] to his crush on fleur.

lavender - in contrast - just likes ron. there's nothing deeper going on. she just thinks he's hot and funny and she wants to be around him. harry may see her attraction to ron as ridiculous and embarrassing, but she doesn't. she wants to snog him in the middle of the dining hall - fuck what anyone else thinks!

and this experience - of being uncomplicatedly adored, of being thought wonderful without "wonderful for the average person, of course, not wonderful by the standards of harry potter/international quidditch superstar viktor krum/the slug club" being tacked on the end - is good for ron. it improves his self-esteem [harry takes the piss out of him looking pleased with himself when lavender laughs at his jokes etc., but part of why harry is so gagged is that these moments don't conform to the standard of harry being the person people notice first - or, indeed, exclusively] and allows him to begin to see himself as someone who's worthy of being desired as he is.

and this helps him move beyond expressing his jealousy through sulking and cruelty - at bill and fleur's wedding, for example, he is still jealous of the idea that krum is attracted to hermione, but he responds to this proactively by asking her to dance with him, instead of [as he does at the yule ball] doing nothing to express that he wants to spend time with her and then blaming her for not reading his mind - which then leads into his arc across deathly hallows of moving beyond jealousy entirely.

i don't - though - see ron and lavender lasting if the canon end-game pairings are deviated from. harry's observation that ron and lavender don't have anything in common beyond physical attraction is demonstrably correct. harry's view that lavender wouldn't mesh well with the trio [or with him and ginny as a couple] is harsher, but also true.

but nor do i think we should want them to last.

this is something i say a lot, but fandoms in general are really bad at thinking about romantic relationships which aren't epic love stories - which is unsurprising, since the media from which fandoms spring is exactly the same.

we're bad at recognising that one night stands which don't turn into anything, or second love, or friends-to-lovers-to-friends-again, or "this lasted six weeks and neither of us were sad when it ended", or "i'm sixteen and i want to kiss this fit boy, i'm not going to marry him!" still trigger character growth. a high-school relationship which makes everyone in a ten-foot radius cringe might not last - and nor should it! - but it can still be transformative.

lavender transforms ron's life. there is no romione without her.

[and nor is there any of the locket getting stabbed, so take note, ronmort nation.]

and she deserves our respect.

[gabessquishytum]

Domestic fluff not horny but I must share anyway because its Halloween.

Dream decides that he wants to dress up with Hob (Dream a vampire and Hob a werewolf ofc) and give out candy for Halloween, after years of social anxiety making him stay as far away from the loud people and everything.

It goes well at first, he likes seeing the kids' costumes and enthusiasm, but then a parent looks at him for a little too long and he panics, goes back inside.

Hob doesn't stop him, while he wanted Dream to be there as exposure therapy, he wouldn't push him. As he's about to text Dream to ask if he's alright, if he should come inside to help with anything, out comes a black cat that climbs up onto Hob's lap.

The kids and parents love it, a cute black cat on Halloween! And Dream gets to see all the costumes and be around people, from the comfort of Hob's lap and pets.

-🕷

This is adorable, we love socially anxious Dream!!! He loves having matching costumes with Hob and he was really determined to make it through the night, but he also remembers all the stuff that Hob has taught him about self care, and that it's okay to adapt the environment to your needs. Being a cat for the evening is a pretty good alternative. And people are surprisingly accepting of the cat's boundaries - they don't touch him, because Hob gently asks them not to. So Dream can sit peacefully, enjoying the fun and purring very quietly.

And, well, when the trick or treaters are all gone.....

Being a cat hybrid is pretty fun too. Dream purrs a whole lot louder when he's draped over Hob's lap having the base of his tail massaged and gently tugged. His mewls are so cute and needy, Hob can't resist making him cum over and over again, rewarding him for his good behaviour. He makes sure to praise his pretty little kitty until Dream is so wet, he's soaking the sheets!

Halloween is working out to be Dream’s new favourite holiday. Especially when, after he's finished making Dream cum until he can't go on, Hob hand feeds him candy in bed. Certainly its a tolerable way to spend a night!

[leepace]

Angel's Thoughts ☆ Hwang Intak

18+ MDNI

☆ intak x afab!reader

☆ wc: 2.4k

☆ warnings: established relationship, pet play, collars/leashes, pegging, anal fingering, cock stepping, dirty talk, hand jobs, cunnilingus

☆ an: glorified pt. 2 of good boy as promised (*´꒳`*) but you definitely don't have to read that to enjoy this one! :3 title is base off this song that i think represents this fic pretty well (//∇//)

On his hands and knees, Intak kept still in his position on the floor. The hardwood gave him no comfort, leaving his skin tender and red. There was a wet sheen to his body, like sweat had formed, drying only from the passage of time. The collar around his neck looked like it was on a peg too tight, the metal leash hanging unceremoniously from his neck, falling against the floor.

His hair stuck to his forehead even as he hung his head, his limbs flexing and trembling under his weight. You had only just walked through the door, but Intak must have been sitting there for hours.

You crept over to where Intak was kneeling. “Is this what my pretty puppy begged me to come home for?”

He shook his head yes. The text from him earlier sounded so desperate, like he hadn't seen you in weeks. In reality, it had only been less than 12 hours prior. With his head still facing the floor, you took a fistfull of Intak’s hair into your hand to tilt his neck up.

“Use your words,” you told him, let go of his hair, with Intak keeping his head up as if you had just molded him into place. Your nails ran against his jaw before gripping his full cheeks in between your thumb and fingers, making them look even more bloated. “What exactly were you wanting me to do?”

Intak’s voice came out slightly muffled from your hold. “I want you to fuck me, please,” he confessed, remembering his manners.

There had been a shift ever since you had teased Intak about his dog-like nature. It had become something he leaned into, taking an obedient approach to his behavior when he was with you. In bed or not, Intak upheld his loyalty through his acts of service.

You were originally just teasing about the collar, until he came to you with a listing pulled up on his phone, asking if you liked the color. It was so nonchalant, as if he had given you a normal question to answer. You noted how his big eyes pleaded when you eventually gave him a puzzled look after staring at the website for too long. Delivery was quick, the collar arriving in the mail along with its accompanied leash.

You’d be a liar if you said you didn't love standing above him like this, taking over the dominant role for him to get off. It was you who started this whole mess, if you really thought about it, and you weren't about to ruin all the fun. There’d be a reserved spot in hell if you were to deny Intak's wishes.

Dropping your hand from his chin, your grip found its way to the leash that limply hung from where it was chained to his neck. “Has puppy done anything to deserve that?”

Intak shook his head no this time, his face dropping in supposed defeat. With a pull of the leash, his torso was lifted to face upward, the collar that encased his neck making the skin around it red and angry whenever you tugged.

“I know what I can do for you, but what can you do for me?” You continued after Intak only huffed out in response.

He was eye level to your pelvis, allowing him to easily hook his fingers under the hem of your skirt, slipping it down your legs to reveal your underwear underneath.They were plain and simple, and yet Intak looked at you like he was just given his last meal on earth. You swore you saw him lick his own lips before plunging his head down to mouth at your still clothed cunt, the fabric getting soaked with his saliva the moment he connected with your cotton panties.

You pulled him back with the leash. “Don't rush like that. At least take me to the bed first,” you instructed.

From the edge of the bed you watched as Intak crawled behind you, taking the last few steps before being in the same proximity as before. His face was flush, and when his eyes flickered up to catch yours, you could see how dilated they had become the longer he stared at you.

“Can I touch you?” Intak’s voice was practically a whisper.

“Slowly,” you told him.

He took his time taking off your underwear. He dragged them down your thighs, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time as he did so. It was like he was watching for your reaction, making sure the speed he was going was to your liking.

When his mouth came back, you could feel Intak hot breath against your skin, sprinkling kisses on your inner thigh before placing one right in the middle where your clit was. It made you jump out of your skin, the sudden contact sending a jolt down your spine. Even his kitten licks were awakening the ache that was starting to build in your gut.

Intak continued to lap at your cunt, his drool mixing with the slickness between your legs had begun to drip down his chin and onto the bed below him. His shy movements had turned hungry, sucking and licking once he was left on his own accord to abuse your swollen clit with his tongue. The fire in his eyes was apparent as he continued to look at you as he ate you out.

Against the end of the bed, Intak had started to press his body continuously, again and again, rutting his hips into the mattress. With a swift push of your foot, he was separated from relieving any pressure that was forming in between his legs. The leash attached to his neck kept him from straying away once you wrapped it around your hand, securing him in place.

“Are you already hard for me?” You asked, your foot swinging back down to inspect Intak’s cock.

Your toes met at the head before sinking towards the base, pressing your foot into the shaft. You could feel Intak wince out, taking his lips off of you only to call out your name, followed by a curse. as if he was begging you for something. You pushed harder, trapping his dick against his navel, precum leaking down to create a mess on your skin. It was warm and sticky, your toes being able to reach back towards the top once you were satisfied with the way you were stepping on Intak’s cock.

Using the leash, you pulled Intak impossibly closer, his face getting smashed into your heat. He continued his work his mouth, lapping at your clit before traveling down to thrust his tongue in your hole. The heel of your foot pressed down, making him groan from the straining compression. It sent a vibration up your spine, a numbing pleasure taking over your body as you watched Intak whimper below you.

Your hips began to move by themself, Intak’s tongue getting dragged back and forth in his still position. “Make me cum, or I’m going to step on your balls next,” it was an empty threat, but your message was well received, Intak following your steady rhythm with his mouth.

The wave that crashed into you was violent, like a storm had come barreling through your body as you came. Your vision blurred, the image of Intak on his hands and knees overtaking your thoughts as you closed your eyes. The leash in your hand was replaced with a fistful of Intak’s hair, gripping at the root to ride out the reminisce of your orgasm. It didn't matter if he couldn't breath, or how your cum was now dripping down his chin and onto the bed.

It took you a second to catch your breath. The grasp you had on Intak loosened, allowing him to begin covering your thighs in more kisses. He traveled his way up this time, only stopping when he reached your lips. He planted a wet kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue, his mouth warm with bitterness to it. He was towering over you at this point, his body acting like a shadow as he rested both of his hands on either side of you.

You pulled back from his kisses, your eyes catching how his full lips glistened with saliva. Taking two of your fingers, you reached up to place them against his mouth.

“Open,” you demanded.

Intak followed your orders by opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out flat to take your fingers in. He closed his lips around them, making you feel him begin to suck and spit all over. It wasn't long before you took them away, pulling them out with a small pop. You quickly replaced them with your lips, licking into his mouth as your fingers found their way to his ass.

You circled around the puckered skin before sinking a wet finger in. Intak’s arms had given out at that point, his chest pressing against yours as you started to pump your fingers. Even though he had stopped his kisses, Intak’s brain only being able to multitask so many things, he kept close, moaning against your lips when you would hit particularly deep.

The squelching sound of your fingers filled the room. “You're so pathetic, trembling above me like that. Does anyone else know how big of a pervert you are? Or just me?”

Intak let out a guttural whine, rutting against your stomach, wiping precum that had leaked from his cock against your stomach. “Just you, just for you,” he hissed out.

You took away your fingers. “Roll onto your back for me,” you told him.

Unceremoniously he shifted his body so that he was now laying next to you, freeing you from under him. Flat on the bed, Intak’s damp tan chest rose and fell, breath hitching when you went to grab the pink phallic silicone that was attached to a black belt like strap. There had only been a handful of times where you had gotten the chance to use the dildo on Intak, the effort to savor a moment like this usually became a lost artform whenever you two got at each other's throats.

Attaching it to your waist and slicking it with lube, you sat yourself in between Intak’s legs. His chest was flush, a pink blush traveling up all the way to his ears. He had drapped his forearm across his face, trying to shy away from the incriminating emotions he was never able to control. Panting like a dog, his docile position was interrupted when you went to move his arm out of the way.

“Don't hide from me. Why would you want to hide that pretty face anyway?” You asked rhetorically, lining the wet pink dildo against his hole. “Are you embarrassed?”

All Intak could do at that point was whimper out as the head of your cock disappeared inside of him. Hiking one of his legs over your shoulder, you used his strong thigh muscles to guide you deeper. New beads of sweat formed around Intak’s hairline, his face scrunched up into a scowl as you took your time inching yourself in. Two forces of emotions fought for dominance across his face, interchangeably going from pain to pleasure.

Intak’s entire body shuddered when you bottomed out. He was already looking completely fucked out and you hadn't even began to move, his dick twitching as it heavily laid against his navel, more precum leaking out onto his own stomach.

“Full,” he managed to mumble out.

Rolling your hips back, you thrusted forward, burying the dildo into Intak’s stretched ass. The best part of all of this was how Intak looked beneath you, his moans and tremors sending a deep heat to the pit of your stomach. You thrusted again, starting a steady pace that made him throw his head back and mouth fall open, like his jaw was about to unscrew from its hinges. His hand reached for his cock that was swollen and red, but managed to stop himself before getting caught.

“What, do you want to touch yourself? You’re so sensitive, I bet you were waiting for me for so long,” you cooed. “I don't even think you need to do that to cum.”

Intak whined out, but didn't protest. His weighted cock bobbed as you continued to fuck into him, looking as though he could get himself over the edge at any moment. One of your hands went to grab at his chest, kneading the soft flesh before swiping your thumb across his nipple. Your other hand was gripped around his leg that was hooked over your shoulder, grinding down on the inner thigh of his other leg as you had him in this sideways position. The chain around his neck jingled.

“Please,” Intak breathed. “I’m– oh my god, please,” he rambled on.

“Please what?” You slowed your pace.

Intak’s face twisted into frustration. “Can I please cum? Please make me cum, plea-,” you cut off his aimless blabber by dropping your hand to wrap it around his cock.

Feeling your own orgasm build, you thrusted into Intak at the same speed as your hand, feeling how it jumped and swelled the longer you held on. He was a sobbing wreck by the time you finally allowed him cum, with him cursing out loudly, his whole body tensing as hot streaks of his own cum painted his stomach. The friction from his thigh was enough for you to spill over the edge once more, shaking above him, your hand leaving his shrinking shaft to dig your fingernails into his leg as you came.

You rutted against him, riding out your orgasm before pulling out, Intak gasping when the fullness was lost. His eyes were heavy, threatening to close from his own volatile orgasm. He could fall asleep at any moment, drying cum pooling on his stomach and all. Hitching your leg over Intak to get off of him you detached the strap on from your waist, getting out of bed to stand beside it.

You reached your hands out in a grabbing motion. “Come here, let's get you washed up.”

He extended his arms to clasp his hands into yours, picking himself up from the bed to follow you to the bathroom. Before turning the water to a comfortable temperature, you reached around his neck to take his collar off, throwing it off into an unknown direction. Pulling Intak into the porcelain shower, you squirted a healthy amount of body wash onto your loofah to clean off reminiscence of your night spent together.

“You’re so good to me,” Facing behind Intak along with the sound of running water, you barely caught his confession. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you began to pepper kisses against his back in response.

"It's 'cause you're my good boy."

[jaeyunsonlyy]

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME?

Pairing :- Idol!stalker jake x fem!reader

Warnings :- Stalking, Catfishing, unprotected sex, degrading names, jake is really obsessed

A/n :- HII YES I KNOW THIS IS VERY BAD I HATE THIS TOO BUT ITS MY FIRST FIC SO PLS BE KIND WITH ME I'LL BECOME BETTER IN FUTURE PROMISE 😭Also scheduling this incase I get drunk tonight

"Y/n, flowersss" You're friend who's also a barista says bring in a bouquet of flowers.

"Again ?? This is the third one this week" you say surprised.

"Guess your little admirer is too desperate" your friend laughs

"Still can't believe me out of all people have a secret admirer" you chuckle.

Its cute you thought how someone kept sending you flowers because they admired you. This was your first time receiving flowers from a admirer so it made you feel like a middle school girl sometimes.

It was closing time of the cafe, you bid goodbye to your friends and headed home. It was a long tiring day and you just wanted to lie down and sleep but you're better than that so you freshened up changing into your pjs and heating up the leftover pasta from the morning. Sitting down on your bed, you're about to take a bite of your food when a notification chimes in

Reading the name a smile appeared on your face .

@jakesim.official : "Did you get home ?"

@you : You know your username still sometime gives me a mini heart attack thinking THE REAL sim jaeyun just texted me

@jakesim.official : Sue me for keeping the username as the name of the man I admire the most

@you : Gay.

@jakesim.official : fuck off I'm not gay and atleast I don't thirst over his literal hands

@you : YOU DON'T GET IT YOU'RE A MAN

@jakesim.official : Bet you get wet over his pictures

@you : uh

@jakesim.offical : BITCH YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING DO THAT ? NAHH YOU NASTYYYY

@you : I'm just a girl 💔

@jakesim.offical : You're actually a whore hope that helps ❤️

@you : fuck you I'm going to sleep

@jakesim.offical : nighty night whore ❤️

You chuckle light shaking your head at his last message.

When did all this start ? Lets go 2 weeks back.

The energy in the air was electric, the buzz of thousands of fans reverberating through the stadium. You had been waiting for this day for as long as you could remember—Enhypen's concert, and you were finally here. The tickets had been nearly impossible to get, and when you held them in your hands, it felt like a dream come true. Enhypen wasn’t just a K-pop group to you; they were your world, your escape from the miserable routine of everyday life. And Jake... Jake was your bias, the one you spent hours watching, admiring, and adoring.Standing amidst a sea of glowing light sticks and enthusiastic chants, you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. For months, you had saved up for this night, taking up extra shifts at work, working multiple jobs at the same time.

Tonight, it felt like all that dedication had been worth it.The lights dimmed, and the stadium erupted in screams as the gates of the stage opened which the members stepping out.This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for. Enhypen took positions and drunk dazed echoed across the venue.

You were in absolute awe how good they were on stage. Something about jake that day was different, which made him stand out, maybe it was the way he moved with such ease, such confidence, every step calculated but natural. His hair was styled perfectly, the strands falling across his forehead in that effortless way he always seemed to pull off. His gaze, dark and intense, swept across the crowd as he sang his lines, and for a fleeting second, you could have sworn he looked directly at you.You laughed it off, shaking your head. Of course, he didn’t actually see you—there were thousands of fans here. But the thought alone made your cheeks flush, a silly daydream playing in your mind. The concert continued, every song pulling you deeper into the performance. You sang along, the lyrics coming as second nature, your voice blending into the chorus of other engenes who worshipped Enhypen just as much as you did.But every time you looked at Jake, that feeling crept back. A strange sensation, like he did see you. Like his eyes lingered on you a little longer than they should have. You mentally slapped yourself at the idea, and you found yourself glancing around, everyone was lost in their own excitement, too consumed by the performance.

Then it happened again.

During one of their slower songs, when the members moved closer to the edge of the stage to interact with the fans, Jake’s gaze locked onto you. This time, it wasn’t a quick glance. It felt deliberate, pointed. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. It was like everything else faded—the lights, the music, the screams of the crowd—and it was just you and him.A slow smile crept across his lips, and your heart skipped. Was this real? You blinked rapidly, shaking your head as if trying to shake off the illusion. But when you looked again, Jake’s eyes were still on you, still holding that intense, almost unsettling gaze. The moment stretched on for what felt like forever, and then he was gone, moving down the stage to another section of the crowd, leaving you breathless and confused.The rest of the concert passed in a blur. Your mind kept replaying that look, the way his eyes had seemed to search for something in you, how it made your heart race in ways you couldn’t explain. By the time the encore came around, you were physically exhausted but emotional almost crying. The members waved their final goodbyes, disappearing backstage one by one, and you found yourself standing there, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.The crowd slowly began to disperse, fans still buzzing with excitement, but you stayed rooted to the spot for a moment longer. As you turned to leave, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you glanced at the screen—a notification from social media. You had posted a picture of you infront of the stage, nothing special. You opened it and froze.

A new follower.

Your heart almost jumped out when you saw the username, but then you realized it wasn’t the Jake Sim. Instead, it was a fan account: @JakeSim.official. It was a common enough name for fan accounts, so you brushed off the initial excitement that surged through you. Still, something about the timing of it made you pause.You clicked on the account, finding nothing particularly unusual. The profile was full of Jake-related content—photos, fancams, and retweets from other fans. Harmless. Just another fan of Jake, like you.

But something nagged at the back of your mind. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the concert, or maybe it was just your own wild imagination, but the thought lingered longer than it should have. You laughed at yourself, locking your phone and shaking your head. There was no reason to feel strange about a simple follow from a fan account.

As you left the venue, your heart was still racing, your mind replaying the concert over and over. That look, that smile... could it have been real? Could Jake really have noticed you in the midst of thousands of fans?

When you finally got home and collapsed into bed, exhaustion washed over you, but sleep didn’t come easily. Your phone lay on the pillow next to you, tempting you to open it again, when a notification chimes in

ding !

You open it to see the acc that followed you at the concert texting you.

@jakesim.official : Heyy !

@you : hello ? do I know you some how ?

@jakesim.official : Oh no no I saw you at the concert and thought you were really pretty so I wanted to tell you in person but I lost sight of you and suprisingly you popped up on my feed

@you : ohh ! thankyou that's really sweet of you

@jakesim.official : Its no biggie ! do you want to be friends you seemed really cool and I wanted to be friends with you :D

@you : ofcc! I would love to what's your name, I'm yn :)

@jakesim.official : I'm chris :D

@you : ooo thats a cool name

@jakesim.official : thankyou smm omg !!

That was it, the beggining of yours and chris's friendship. Weirdly chris's personality seemed awfully familiar but you brushed it off.

Which was your biggest mistake

Beacause on the other end there was no chris

But none other than jake sim himself.

two weeks ago...

Jake hadn’t thought much of the concert when they’d first stepped on stage. It was another performance in a long line of sold-out shows, another sea of faces blending together under the bright lights. He had done this hundreds of times before—sung the same songs, danced the same choreographies, and waved at fans who adored him from a distance. It was part of the job, something he was used to. The rush of adrenaline, the cheers, the glowing light sticks—it was a routine.

Until he saw her.

It was a brief moment, barely a second, but Jake felt it immediately. His eyes swept over the crowd as they always did, catching glimpses of fans waving signs or holding up their phones. And then he saw you. There was something about the way you stood there, completely mesmerized by him, that made you stand out from everyone else. He couldn’t explain it, but for the first time in a long time, he felt something shift inside him.His gaze lingered on you a little too long, but he didn’t care. There was something about your eyes, the way you looked at him, that made his heart beat faster. It wasn’t the usual fangirl excitement he was used to—it was something more. Something deeper.As he continued to perform, his focus kept drifting back to you. He couldn’t help it. No matter how many faces he saw, his eyes always found their way back to yours. And every time, the same feeling washed over him—desire, mixed with something darker, something more intense. He couldn’t shake it.

By the time the concert ended, Jake was restless. His thoughts were racing, his mind unable to let go of that moment, that look. Who were you? He needed to know. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, a need that grew stronger with every passing second. As he stood backstage, the other members laughing and congratulating each other on another successful performance, Jake was lost in thought.

He knew he had to find you.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and without thinking, he opened the social media app, scrolling through fan posts tagged from the concert. It was second nature by now—idols often checked in to see what their fans were saying after shows, but tonight, Jake wasn’t looking for compliments or performance clips. He was looking for you.It took him a while, scrolling through countless posts and pictures, but then he saw it. A photo, posted just minutes ago. The username wasn’t one he recognized, but when he clicked on it, his breath caught in his throat.

It was you.

The photo showed you standing in front of the concert stage, holding an Enhypen lightstick high in the air. The crowd was visible in the background, the stage lights illuminating your figure. Jake could almost feel the excitement you had felt in that moment, the euphoria of being so close to the group you adored. But all he could focus on was you. You, standing there with that lightstick, looking so happy, so perfect.

As he scrolled through your posts, his obsession grew. Every picture, every comment—he devoured it all, learning about your life piece by piece. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to know everything about you. What you liked, what you disliked, where you lived. The more he saw, the deeper his desire sank into him, until it consumed every thought.But following you with his official account would be impossible. Enhypen didn’t have individual Instagram accounts—fans knew that. Their private accounts were carefully guarded, inaccessible to the public, and that’s how it had to stay. But Jake couldn’t let go of the need to see more of you. So, he created another account—a fan account, something that would blend in with the hundreds of others who adored him. He named it @JakeSim.official, a simple name that wouldn’t cause suspicion, and followed you from there.It was thrilling, in a way. You didn’t know. You had no idea that the person behind the harmless fan account was Jake himself, watching your every move. It gave him a sense of control, knowing he could see into your world without you realizing.

But it wasn’t enough.

The more he watched, the more his need for you grew. He found himself thinking about you constantly, replaying that moment during the concert when your eyes had met. He imagined what it would be like to talk to you, to hold you, to make you his. The thought of anyone else getting close to you made his blood boil. You were his. No one else’s. Late at night when everyone went to bed after an exhuasted day he was in his room jerking off to your photos. Oh you would take him so well. Fuck ,he needed to be inside you.

"Hyung where are you going" Jungwon asked.

"Oh just to take some fresh air I'll be back late" Jake replied. Liar

He wasn't going to get fresh air, he was going to your cafe because he knows you are working rn but jungwon does not needs to know that.

"Okay make sure not to get caught my dispatch" Jungwon said easily beliveing his lie.

"Will do" jake said and headed out.

Now was jake going to go inside the cafe and order a coffee like any other person ? Ofcourse not, instead he was gonna stand there behind the bushes observing you.

It was 10 pm which got jake excited.Why ? Because its your closing time. You bid last min goodbye to your friends and started walking towards home completely unaware jake was walking behind you. Jake needed to be quiet as discreet as possible. While walking you felt someone was walking behind you but you brushed it off. The night's still young and there are a lot of people on the street someone of them are probably going in the same direction as you.right ?

The distance from the cafe to your house wasn't much so you quickly reached home locking the doors relieved to be finally home after a long day. There was someone else relieved too. Jake. He finally knew where you lived and now he will do everything to pay you a visit everyday.

This went on for days where jake would somehow sneak out of the dorm and go to your house to watch you from afar occasionally sending in gifts at your cafe.

Until he couldn't take it anymore. Being far away from you. So he did what he wanted for so long.

He broke in your house. When you were sleeping.

Tiptoeing around in your room he saw you sleeping peacefully. Oh his heart ! how adorable you look rn. He carefully got down on his knees between your legs. No underwear. You're basically asking him to fuck you. With his mouth watering he gave your pussy a lick. Fuck you taste even better than he imagined. He dived his head right back in licking and sucking like his life depended on it.

All this made woke your body up like a jolt which caused jake to stop.

You horrifying look down to see the man you idolize actually being in between your legs.

Jake smirked. "Hi baby did I wake u up ?"

You on the other hand were frozen. You did not know what to do. Your mind was screaming at you to run run run away but the small part of you which is sick and twisted was encouraging you to stay there. This is what you always have dreamt of haven't you ?

"Cat got your tongue ?" Jake mocked. "Now don't pretend like you didn't like it, this is exactly what you have always wanted didn't you ? Nasty whore always fantazing about getting fucked by me now take what I give"

How did he know ? He isn't supposed to know that ? Fuck that he isn't supposed to know you at all.

Just as you're about to speak jake beat you to it "How did I know ? Now baby remember how they always say never trust strangers online ? You should have listened to them kitten"

Then it hit you. The concert, the timing of chris following you, the flowers at the cafe, it was all coming together like a puzzle.

"Yo-you are" You speak fumbling over your words

"Chris" Jake said smiling but that smile was evil.

"Now you have talked enough slut I can't wait anymore"

Before you can even process what he said, he was already out of his jeans and underwear.

Damn he was thick.

"Like what you see slut ?" Jake said cockily.

Jake held you down as he slowly put his tip in. You both moan together at the feeling. Without giving you much time to adjust he put himself in fully.

You winced loudly "ja-jake slow down please" he pleaded.

"Shut up you're gonna take exactly what I give you slut I've waited long enough" jake growled not slowing down.

You clenched at his words.

"Oh ? The slut likes it. Mine, mine, all mine" Jake growled.

The room was filled with moans and skin slapping.

You felt a knot forming in your stomach so you look at jake and said "j-jake I'm about to"

"Me too baby me too,let it go for me kitten"

And soon enough you both came together.

You lay down exhausted slowly losing yourself to sleep, the last thing you remember is jake wrapping his hands around you before you completely blacked out.

Finally. Jake had you, you were his now and no one is going to take you away from him.

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[masterrainbowcat]

you keep calling me stupid but on several occassions you have misunderstood what was being written, like most semi-literate weebs you reading comprehension is below par. this isn't about him 'insulting books', you moron. dora was calling other people stupid and uninformed saying that there are ENTIRE BOOKS that proved him right. when asked in a friendly manner by me and someone else which books he was referring to he just ignored us. when i pressed him he came out w/ ad hominem attacks instead of titles and authors. he "couldn't remember" as it had been 5 years already since he'd read them. THERE ARE NO SERIOUS BOOKS THAT CLAIM FASCISM IS A LEFTWING IDEOLOGY. look it up, fool. this is a guy who made several hours worth of videos on youtube whining about how people on tumblr should learn to think critically and that their opinions lack nuance while continually posting lies and reactionary shit takes. when called out on other things by other people the pattern repeats. "i'm more literate than you" he told the chatbot account, and "i've read marx". fucking lying poser. so, maybe now you can understand why i don't have any qualms about making him my lolcow. hope this wasn't too much text for you to process otaku, have fun jerking off to cartoon girls.

So for context, this gent has been harassing @yourtoradorasextendedwarranty for months now, and this is his explanation for why. I assumed it was something to do with Tora insulting books Babi liked, since Babi has thimble-dick opinions on other mediums, but somehow Babi wrote this whole thing and didn’t think for a second that it was more embarrassing than what I assumed. “An argument didn’t go well so I’m gonna be a schoolyard bully.” That’s how you know he’s a man of character.

The reason you wouldn’t have seen these exchanges is because Babi spends most of his time spamming replies so that people can’t make fun of him as easily. Of course, considering one of the few times Babi did reblog, he admitted he didn’t graduate high school and uses AI in arguments, I can see why he’d want to avoid embarrassing himself to whatever followers he has. I suspect he also has a side blog where he LARPs as a fact checker that uses AI to write posts, but I can’t verify that beyond Tora being a target of that blog as well.

Babi also has a hate boner for anime, which with previous evidence suggests he is perpetually stuck in high school. Though I did get a chuckle out of his ad hominem about me “jacking it to cartoon girls”. Yeah, THAT’S the vibe my blog gives off.

But anyway, this is a man who:

* happily admits to harassing people like a bully

* has a weird reverence for AI and is proud to use it

* hides in the replies and potentially side blogs because he lacks the confidence to have his material show on his blog most of the time

and yet:

* is desperate to convince people his ideology is the right, good, and smart one

It’s the epitome of a comedy of errors.

[vargaslovinghours]

And never let you go ♥

Bonus without the overspill lighting:

[apollo-zero-one]

Everybody talking about how lucky PC players are to get to play 1.6 but I've seen no one mention that aaaallll the mods don't work now and it's the first time some of us have played unmodded in years, I forgot how hard the beginning of a new save is 💀

Also hey if you can and want to, I bet your favorite mod creators would love some donations as they work on updating compatibility! I know that's what I'm doing today!

[thejadearia]

Speaking of Shimazaki, I learned a lot about myself this week making these terrible memes so I could drop them in the discord chat as I made my friends watch MP100. What I learned was, I have a terrible sense of humor (actually I already knew that, I just didn't realize it was this bad) and that the only thing I enjoy more than watching Shimazaki kick ass, is Shimazaki getting his ass kicked. (I'll have more of these for next week when we get to Serizawa's stuff! Sorry!)