#Nothing escapes the gaze of a long lens

[yesterdayiwrote]

PLEASE tell me someone let George know he was sitting front row of a basketball game with his flies down...

[badbtssmut]

Money shot

When you want to make it into the porn industry, there’s only one thing stopping you; you don’t have a male partner to costar in your audition tape, but fortunately for you, your best friend Jungkook is eager to star in your first tape.

Contains: blowjob, fingering, jk cums on her face, jk being smug, doggy, missionary, riding, dirty talk, some spanking, possessive Jungkook?, recording

Admin note: Idea from one of my anons :)

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you really asking me that while I’m standing here butt naked with a boner in my hands? Come on, I think we are way past the point of second guessing whether I want this or not. Besides, it was your idea to begin with, don’t be a chicken, y/n.”

“I am not being a chicken! I just— was checking on you, I just don’t want things to be different between us, ya know?” You say while staring at the carpet beneath your feet, trying not to look at his big cock standing proud right in front of your face.

Jungkook placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you would look at him.

"Nothing will be different between us, okay? If at any point you want to stop, just tell me. I won't do anything unless you tell me to, you know I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. And the same goes for me, aight? If I want to stop at any point, I’ll tell you. Now stop worrying.”

You take a deep breath before answering.

"Okay, okay. Let's do this."

Jungkook grabs the camera, starting the recording. He sits down on the couch and gestures for you to come closer. You kneel in front of him, starting by wrapping your fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly while you looked up at the lens, before your eyes gazed back at the cock, watching his cock swell up at your efforts. You stopped jerking him off, and instead used your mouth, taking as much of his cock as possible before you started to bob your head up and down.

Jungkook grunted, temporarily forgetting about the device in his hands, quickly snapping out of it as he readjusted the focus on you, trying to keep the camera from shaking due to the pleasure he was receiving from the warmth of your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook hissed, throwing his head back as you continued sucking him off, his cock hitting the back of your throat every time you went down on him. “Babe, show the camera your pretty pussy.” He instructed and you stood, Jungkook stood from the couch, positioning the camera on the table in front of the both of you, before he walked over to you to pull off your lingerie.

His hands roamed over your chest, before moving to your backside and giving it a squeeze, a gasp escaping your lips at the suddenness of it.

“Come here.” Jungkook pulled you to the couch and got you on his lap. “Spread your legs for the camera.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs open, and Jungkook took the opportunity to tease your folds with his fingers, before sinking a digit into your wet cunt. You moaned at the feeling of his long digits, and bucked your hips forward as he added another, his thumb flicking at your clit.

He fingered you like this, and your head rolled back, eyes closed in bliss. You let him have control of your body, your moans filling the air.

But before you could get to your peak, he stopped, his fingers sliding out of you and you whimpered.

Jungkook licked his fingers and grabbed his cock, placing it at your entrance.

“Want my cock now, don't you?" He said, slapping his cock against your cunt. You nodded, and he smirked, teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. Fuck, it felt hard as steel.

"Then show them how well you take me, baby."

You sank down on his cock, letting it stretch your walls, and you sighed. Fuck, it felt so fucking good. You started bouncing up and down, and Jungkook's hands settled on your hips, guiding your movements, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

Your moans filled the air, the sound of your wetness mixed with his grunts. The camera captured every detail of the penetration, and the thought of how it would be used made you feel even more aroused. Would this tape be the start of your career? Would the executives be drooling or getting a boner from watching this tape?

“Love cock?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, repeating himself again when he realized the camera must’ve not picked that up. “You love this cock, y/n?”

“Ya, love cock, so good.” You said with a shaky breath. “Oh!” You winced, forcing yourself to bounce on his cock harder, but your back and hips started to feel sore, and your thighs began to ache. Jungkook noticed how you were starting to slow down, and decided to switch positions, he stopped you, and guided you off his cock. “Get on the bed.” He instructed you, taking the camera from the table, soon joining you on the bed. The camera pointed down at your dripping wet pussy, and his tip teased your folds, sliding his full length up and down against your slick, the head of his cock brushing against your clit, sending tingles down your spine.

You moaned, your body shivering from the teasing, and you couldn't help but lift your hips, trying to get him to enter you. He chuckled, finally sinking into your cunt, and you both groaned at the feeling.

"So tight," He mumbled, pulling his cock out and pushing it back into your pussy. "Feel good, baby?"

"Yes, ah, feels good…”

Jungkook started fucking you slowly, his hips rocking back and forth. He kept his eyes on the camera, the lens focusing on where your bodies were joined. His other hand moved to your ankle, holding onto it as he quickened his pace. Your pussy was so wet, it was making lewd squelching sounds as he fucked you.

“Pussy doing so good, taking me so well...fuck, so tight and warm for me."

You could only moan in response.

"Yeah, your little cunt loves this cock, doesn't it?"

You whimpered, feeling the tip of his cock graze against your sweet spot.

“Yes, my cunt loves cock so much,” You moaned.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, pulling out of you before he made you turn on your belly, ass up and head down, and he spanked your ass, causing you to squeal. He gave it another smack, the flesh jiggling.

"Arch your back a bit," He said, and you did.

The camera was now aimed at your ass, and he pushed the tip of his cock into your begging pussy. He thrusted into you, one hand holding the camera, while the other hand grabbed onto your hair, tugging at it as he slammed into your pussy.

"Fuck, oh!" You cried, and his grip on your hair tightened, his cock drilling in and out of you, the bed creaking beneath the both of you.

"So fucking good, shit."

"Yes, fuck, more, more, more, please," You whined, and he groaned.

"Take my cock so well, babe. So beautiful." He looked around for a place to put the camera on, and he decided on the dresser, the camera now recording both of you from a different angle.

Jungkook's hand was still in your hair, and he pulled at it, using it as an anchor as he pounded into you.

"I'm close," You whined, the tip of his cock pounding your sweet spot relentlessly. "Oh please, yes, right there!"

"Come, cum on my cock," He challenged you, his pace speeding up, your arms gave out and your face hit the pillows.

"Ah, ah, ah," You gasped, the pleasure building up inside you. You tried to get back up but Jungkook grabbed hold of your arms and pinned them back, his fingers interlocking with yours, his weight on top of you, fucking into you steadily.

"Oh, oh, oh," You moaned, toes curling and teeth gritted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cried, starting to see stars, your knees wobbling.

“Thought you were gonna cum? I guess your greedy pussy didn’t wanna huh? Want to keep it wrapped around my cock, don't you, babe?"

“Yes, don’t want to stop, never want you to stop."

"Yeah? Never want me to stop?” He cooed, his hands now moving to your hips, guiding you back and forth on his cock, and you started to ride him backwards.

At this rate, you were going to pass out, you were overflowing from pleasure, but somehow, you were still eager for more.

"Oh, fuck," You whimpered, and you were a panting, sweating mess, the room was hot, and all you could hear was the slapping of skin against skin, along with the grunts and moans coming out of both of your mouths. You were so close.

Jungkook plopped the camera right in front of your face, now capturing how you were so fucked out and yet, still desperate for more.

"You will show the camera what that face looks like when you cum, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, want to show the camera when I cum, please, oh, ah, more, please,"

You were moaning uncontrollably, feeling so fucking sensitive, and the camera was now capturing the look on your face, the way you were biting your lips and clenching your jaw, teary eyes from the intensity of the pleasure. You felt Jungkook’s hands squeeze into your tits, his cock pounding your sweet spot mercilessly, and that sent you over the edge.

"FUCK!" You screamed, cumming on his cock, pussy convulsing around him, your legs trembling. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling your cries, and he stopped thrusting, allowing you to ride out your orgasm on his cock on your own pace.

When you were all spent, Jungkook pulled out of you and took the camera, pointing it down at your face as he started to rub himself off, a few pumps later and he was spilling his cum onto your face, some of his load getting in your hair. He groaned, his body jerking forward from his climax, and the camera caught the whole thing, the lens zooming in on the streaks of white on your face.

“And… remove.”

“Huh? What are you doing?” You asked, voice hoarse from the screaming, and he reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand, wiping the cum from your face.

“Sorry, but you won’t be sending in any audition tapes, After today… I won’t allow any man to see you in this way, this is only for my eyes and mine only.” And without warning, he pressed his lips against yours.

[sinswithpleasure]

The After School “Student Bonding Experience”

------------------------- Pairing: NingNing x Winter Part 1 || Part 2 || <?> Also available on AO3! ------------------------- A/N: A big thank you to @majorblinks, @iznsfw, @msafterhours, @i-am-lifeform24, and @capslocked for the help in this draft, from beta-reading to being just generally an advice column. This was massively fun to write. -------------------------

Yizhuo doesn’t know when it started, but it’s been nothing but natural for both her and Minjeong to climb onto Yizhuo’s bed with Yizhuo’s laptop already logged in to Pornhub every time they have their weekly sleepover. Both girls make quick work of their clothing—Minjeong drops her shorts at the foot of the bed, and she has her thin singlet in her right hand now, throwing it on top of her shorts. Yizhuo does the same with her clothing—her pajamas are discarded at the foot of the bed as both Minjeong and her get comfortable with the many pillows on the bed. Minjeong already has a hand lazily circling her clit, soft breaths escaping her lips as she looks at the erotic thumbnails on the screen. 

“What do you wanna watch?” Yizhuo asks, unsure where to look, between her laptop, and Minjeong’s body. “I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh, that looks really hot.” Yizhuo looks at where Minjeong’s pointing, and at the end of her finger, a preview of a schoolgirl in uniform grinding against a table playing on the screen. She clicks on it, and both girls start to get comfortable, leaning back on the pillows behind them. On the screen, the camera follows a schoolgirl, dressed in a typical Japanese-style high school uniform, entering an empty classroom. Eventually, exposition starts—both girls are entranced by the story unfolding in front of them: it’s quiet hours after school, and the girl wants to try something new.

It doesn’t take long for the action to begin. When the girl on the screen begins to unbutton her blouse, exposing her small chest encased in a white bra, Yizhuo hears Minjeong sigh next to her, and she turns her gaze over to her best friend, whose gaze is fixed on the screen, watching in rapt attention. Both of her hands are busy now, with her right still circling her clit, but her left now beginning to palm a petite breast. The throb of need deep in Yizhuo’s core surprises her—she admires how hot Minjeong looks next to her, and she looks away, heart pounding. It’s not even anything much—she’s just softly fondling herself—and yet Yizhuo’s already so wet just watching. She can’t believe herself. What is this—

“Hey, what’re you dreaming about?” Yizhuo jumps when Minjeong elbows her. “She’s about to masturbate! Quit that and watch it with me!” 

Guilt festers in Yizhuo’s heart when she realizes she’s thinking lustfully about Minjeong again. She pushes it aside almost instantly to focus on the video, and she’s greeted with a hot sight—the girl on the screen has lost her blouse and bra, and the skirt she has on has the hem shoved into the waistband on the front, with her panties on full display to the lens, a wet spot already visible on the front. Yizhuo watches as the girl softly plants her clothed mound onto the surface of the table, right at the corner, and she begins to grind against the surface, moaning in pleasure. 

A rush of slick flows from Yizhuo’s core as she admires the girl on screen. It’s there that she realizes something that makes her bite her lip in surprise and arousal—the actress on the screen vaguely resembles Minjeong, especially the body. She glances over to double check, and she softly moans when she confirms her suspicion, her core throbbing again. The girl next to her and the girl on the screen might as well be the same person, at least neck down, and Yizhuo feels a rush of wetness coat her fingers when she rubs against her sex, teasing the entrance with two fingers. In her head, it’s Minjeong on screen now, grinding her clothed pussy on the table in her uniform skirt. Once again, Yizhuo’s eyes roam next to her, and she can’t stop looking at Minjeong now, with her fingers plunging into her hole, soft moans of pleasure escaping her open mouth as she teases her nipples with her other hand. The girl on the screen is doing that as well, and Yizhuo just feels dizzy hearing the sounds of sex around her—two sets of moans from Minjeong and from the speakers of her laptop, as well as the slick sounds of Minjeong’s fingers plunging into herself.

The burning need that sears through her body prompts her to mirror Minjeong’s actions—she pushes her fingers into her hole, and she begins to match her best friend’s pace. The moan she lets out is obscene, and she can’t stop her vocalizations of pleasure when she pulls her fingers out, the friction of her digits rubbing against her walls just so delicious. On the screen, pseudo-Minjeong is furiously grinding down on the table now, unabashedly moaning as she pushes herself closer and closer to orgasm, and the real Minjeong next to Yizhuo is in a similar state. With every thrust of her fingers into herself, she’s moaning, writhing, hips bucking to fuck her own hand as she watches the porn video, and her shoulder lightly brushes Yizhuo’s every time she moves. She swears she’s going crazy—as if Minjeong’s touches weren’t enough already, she can smell Minjeong’s natural scent, and it just arouses her so much.

“Fuck, it’s not comfortable—”

Minjeong shifts herself for comfort, pressing herself right against Yizhuo’s shoulder now, instead of just the occasional contact. The direct touch only sends her into a frenzy internally—Minjeong feels so warm to the touch, and she just smells so nice, and it all goes straight down to her leaking core, her juices flowing freely from her hole. Yizhuo swears she’s staining her bed, but she doesn’t care—she’s so turned on, and she can’t stop staring at Minjeong now, the video akin to a forgotten relic at this point. The mix of emotions and sensations is overwhelming—anticipation, guilt, arousal, joy, and fear all wash over Yizhuo in waves, but she can’t stop herself, won’t stop herself from getting off to Minjeong. 

“Oh, f—ngh, Ningie, shit!”

Minjeong’s moan of Yizhuo’s name sends a spike of shock and arousal straight to the Chinese girl’s heart and core. She turns her head slightly, and she meets the half-lidded eyes of her best friend, face flushed in red. 

“I’m getting close, Ningie, I’m so close to cumming…” Minjeong’s hot breath mingles with Yizhuo’s soft moan, their lips just inches from the other’s. It drives Yizhuo wild—she’s so wet knowing that she could just kiss Minjeong right now, just—

“Me too.” Yizhuo’s shaky voice betrays all of her emotions—she does not sound as calm as she wants herself to sound. However, Minjeong’s too far gone to even notice.

“Ningie, let’s cum together, I wanna cum with you, I wanna cum together with you, I wanna cum together with you Ning, cum with me, cum with me!”

Yizhuo doesn’t even have time to announce her orgasm—it hits her like a truck. Flashes of white take her sight from her, her ears ringing with Minjeong’s words, begging her to ‘cum with me’. In her haze, she thinks she knocks her head against Minjeong’s—she’s not sure at all. What she’s sure of, however, is the sensations of her pleasure exploding outward—it’s hot, it’s wet, and it leaves Yizhuo feeling sticky afterward. In between the flashes of white, glimpses of Minjeong wracked with pleasure next to her as she moans unabashedly, her hips jerking as she grinds her palm down on her clit, prolonging the fleeting pleasure of her orgasm. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible: both girls are so close together, with Minjeong leaning against Yizhuo, the latter so acutely aware of how their heads and shoulders touch, of how good Minjeong smells, of how they’re moaning almost into each other’s mouths, of just how damn close they are. 

She wants to melt into Minjeong. 

However, that’s impossible, and the best Yizhuo can settle for is watching Minjeong pull her slick fingers out from between her legs, bringing them to her mouth. She watches with unbridled lust as her best friend parts her lips, and she takes her cum-drenched fingers between them, tongue darting out to lick her juices off of her digits, softly moaning at her own taste. Minjeong’s just as messy as she is, strings of slick clinging between the gaps of her fingers as she takes each one into her mouth. Almost unconsciously, Yizhuo’s doing the same now, mirroring Minjeong, tasting her own tangy cum coating her fingers. The fire in her lights up again, and she wishes she was the one licking Minjeong’s cum off of her fi—

“Hey, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s voice is raspy, sultry. Her hot breath brushes against Yizhuo’s ear and cheek, and the way she sounds all goes straight to Yizhuo’s core. Right after what might be the Chinese girl’s most world-shattering orgasm yet, she’s ready to go again just with Minjeong’s sexy voice whispering right into her ear.

“We should do this together.”

“Wha—What?” Yizhuo’s eyes must be bugged out in shock right now. The world almost seems to stop around her, and she thinks she’s broken—there’s no way Minjeong just said what she said. 

“I… I wanna masturbate like that in school.” Minjeong whispers, motioning at the screen. “But I…” She falters, biting her lip in nervousness and uncertainty, before she gathers the courage to finish her sentence. “I want to do it only with you.”

Yizhuo combusts. Heat explodes across her body, lust burning deep in her core and washing over her skin, all because of the beautiful girl right in front of her. She doesn’t know how to put what she wants to do in any clean terms—

Ning Yizhuo wants to fuck Kim Minjeong. But she can’t.

“W-What are you saying? We… What?”

“First day of school—well, after school—me and you stay back. Let everyone leave. It’s the first day—no one stays. Then…” Minjeong trails off, biting her lips, softly sighing. Yizhuo stares at her best friend, dizzy, dazed, unsure where to look, eyes darting everywhere, until she notices Minjeong’s hand between her thighs again, fingers curling into her hole once more. Almost instinctively, Yizhuo’s masturbating as well, something that doesn’t escape Minjeong’s notice. 

“T-Then what, Minjeongie?”

“Then… Then…” Minjeong gasps, biting her lips, closing her eyes tightly in pleasure. “Then we strip down to our panties, and grind on your desk. I… We can watch each other, just like… just like this, just like now.”

The filthy words drive Yizhuo insane once again. With a loud moan, she penetrates herself with her fingers, grinding on her own clit with the heel of her palm. She sees, hears Minjeong doing the same, and they shift closer to each other on the bed, fascinated by each other now, laptop long forgotten.

“I-Is that a yes?” Minjeong’s voice is small, unsure, but still so sexy. 

Yizhuo’s insane.

“Yes. Let’s… let’s do it.”  The Chinese girl breathes, a whine caught in her throat when she presses against her G-spot. “Let’s do it together.”

“Mmh. Together.”

With both girls still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take much for them to get close to a second orgasm already. Minjeong’s grinding down on her own hand again, softly moaning every time she thrusts her fingers into herself, and Yizhuo’s hungry eyes devour the erotic sight in front of her. The very same hunger burns behind Minjeong’s eyes as well—they rake over Yizhuo’s sensual curves, over the swell of her breasts and the dark brown nubs atop the flesh, taut with arousal, across her tight tummy that she loves to show off in cute crop tops, along her long legs, her meaty thighs, and right at her core now, where Yizhuo has two fingers plunging into herself, slick dripping all over her thighs and leaking onto the bed sheet, tingles spreading across her skin when Minjeong’s eyes meet hers. Their foreheads touch now, hot breaths all over each other’s lips, moaning into each other’s mouths. 

“You’re so hot, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s deep, sexy voice has Yizhuo leaking more slick between the gaps of her fingers. She’s already so close, so dangerously close to her second peak, and Minjeong is driving her crazier and crazier with every word. 

“I… I love watching you masturbate. It makes me so fucking wet…” 

The broken moan Yizhuo releases is sinful. Before she can even finish processing the ramifications of Minjeong’s sentences, she’s already speaking again. 

“A-Am I hot, Ningie? Do you… Do you love watching me touch myself too?”

“Yes, yes I do, you’re so hot, so fucking hot, Minjeongie, I—” The words tumble out of the Chinese girl’s mouth uncontrollably. The pure honesty is just what Minjeong wants to hear, and the beaming grin on her face depicts her joy amidst her arousal.

“Good, then… then keep looking at me, keep watching me.” The Korean girl takes a short pause, biting her lip as she deliberates over her next sentence, and then she spits it out anyway, her voice shaking with uncertainty. “Keep watching me until… until we… we cum together.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, Minjeongie, f—!” 

Minjeong’s words go straight down between Yizhuo’s legs, and she tries to tear away her fingers from herself. However, she’s too far gone now, with Minjeong having pushed her over the edge with that final sentence. Yizhuo never finishes her exclamation—it ends with a broken cry instead. She freezes as stars explode across her vision, and a loud scream rips through her throat as her hips buck, the tension all over her body finally snapping. With every jerk of her body, streams of Yizhuo’s juices gush out from her pussy, streaks of wetness staining her sheets as she rubs circles on her clit in an attempt to prolong the pleasure of her orgasm. Spray after spray of her cum soaks the cloth beneath her, the cathartic release she so craves finally upon her as she goes through her climax. The world around her melts away in pleasure—but in that haze, Yizhuo realizes the one thing she can’t tear herself from: Minjeong. Minjeong’s body, Minjeong’s voice, Minjeong’s words, Minjeong’s features—all of them blend together as one, the only thing Yizhuo can focus on now. The moan of Minjeong’s name that leaves Yizhuo’s lips is involuntary, uncontrolled. Yizhuo repeats it like a mantra—it’s how she tethers herself to the real world as she rides through her high.

Minjeong doesn’t last a second longer after Yizhuo. The sight of her best friend orgasming is what pushes her over the edge—Minjeong watches as Yizhuo’s hips buck, the first spray of her cum gushing from between her fingers to drench the sheets, and she sees her best friend fall to the pleasure. Immediately, she’s following suit—her scream dies in her throat, body writhing as she rolls onto her back, hips jerking with every burst of orgasmic pleasure that pulses across her body from her core. Dimly, Minjeong feels her cum drench her fingers, stream after stream of it leaking down her index and pinky fingers as she thrusts her middle and ring fingers over and over into herself to prolong her pleasure. Every brush of her clit with the heel of her palm draws more and more squirt out of her, her cum pooling between her thighs and staining the sheets beneath her as well. Both girls enjoy their orgasms next to each other, lost in the pleasure yet still so aware of the person right next to them. 

Eventually, both girls do come down from their highs. Yizhuo and Minjeong lie next to each other, panting in exhaustion, minds on overdrive thinking about the other. Yizhuo swears she’s hypersensitive right now—she feels the heat rolling off Minjeong in waves, she senses every dip in the bed as Minjeong shifts, and when Minjeong’s hand brushes against her skin, hot flashes of arousal and want rush all over her again. 

“Thank you, Ningie.”

Yizhuo feels the soft press of Minjeong’s lips on her cheek—

Minjeong just kissed me.

An explosion occurs in Yizhuo’s chest. Minjeong has never kissed her before. Ever. Yet now, she just does it after a mutual self-love session, as if it were nothing. What the f—?!

“Oi, Ningie, are you listening?” Somehow, Minjeong is already up and about, tugging at Yizhuo’s sheets.

“Huh—?”

“I said we gotta change the sheets! We… um, I… we made messes just now… Sorry.”

Somehow, Yizhuo finds it in her to shelve her thoughts for later. Both girls change the sheets and go for a shower, which remains chaste, as much as Yizhuo doesn’t want it to be, her ruined mind replaying instance after instance of her session with Minjeong, her body still wracked with arousal long after, even when she gets into bed. 

“Goodnight, Ningie.”

“Goodnight, Minjeongie.”

Yizhuo doesn’t get any sleep that night.

[ser3nityst4r]

Vil’s Backstory

The scent of lavender and chamomile hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the bitter taste of disappointment that settled in Vil's throat. He slumped against the worn velvet curtains, the stage lights casting long shadows on his face. He had done it again. Another audition, another villain role. Vil, the boy who dreamt of standing under the spotlight for longer than anyone else, was perpetually confined to the shadows.

His father, a man of gentle wisdom and calm demeanor, had always reassured him. "Vil," he'd said, "a villain is a special role that requires a particular kind of brilliance. It takes a certain je ne sais quoi to embody the darkness." But even his father's words couldn't assuage the sting of rejection.

Vil had dedicated his entire life to perfection - a perfection that was defined by beauty. From the tender age of five, he had endured grueling training regimens, enduring painful treatments to achieve the ideal appearance. He had sacrificed his childhood, his carefree days spent honing his skills, chasing the illusion of a flawless visage.

But despite his relentless efforts, he was always relegated to the antagonists. He had been a bullying prince, a jealous witch, a manipulative mastermind. Each time, he had poured his heart and soul into his performance, capturing the essence of the villain with such chilling realism that even children on the streets recognized him.

"Look over there! That guy was the bully in the drama I watched yesterday!" a young boy had pointed at him, fear in his wide eyes. Another child had shouted, "He must have a really bad personality if he can make it look that convincing!"

There was a strange irony in it all. Vil, the boy who yearned for acceptance, was perceived only in the distorted lens of his villainous portrayals. He was admired for his ability to convey darkness, his chilling demeanor, but never for himself, for the vulnerable heart that beat beneath the perfectly sculpted exterior.

One day, after another grueling audition, Vil found himself the target of a group of children who had mistaken him for the villain he had played in a recent movie. "He doesn’t look pretty strong," one whispered, "Let’s get revenge for the hero!" Just as the group began to advance, a boy with wild, unruly hair burst through the crowd.

"HEEEEYYY!!! Stop ganging up on one kid, you idiots!!!" The boy, Jack, stood in front of Vil, his stance unwavering despite being outnumbered. The children scattered, leaving Vil and Jack alone.

"You recently moved in around here, right? Are you okay?" Jack asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"I am quite skilled in boxing and fencing," Vil responded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I could have made it home safely even without your help."

"I-is that so? Sorry for doing something so unnecessary," Jack stammered, his face flushed.

"It’s nothing to apologize for. Thank you," Vil said, his gaze softening for the first time that day. "I find it hard to believe that those children couldn’t separate fiction from reality… They must be quite daft."

"I don’t really watch TV a lot, so I don’t understand what they’re going on about…" Jack confessed. "But doesn’t this mean that your acting was super realistic?"

"Maybe so," Vil chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I promise to play the main character’s role next time. I’ll make them cry their hearts out."

As he walked away, Vil couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that his pursuit of perfection had somehow led him astray. He had become a prisoner of his own creation, trapped in a cycle of playing villains, his dreams of being a protagonist fading further with each passing day.

He wished he could escape the shadows, to step into the light, to be seen for who he truly was, not just the reflection of his dramatic roles. But as the weight of his ambition pressed down on him, he couldn't help but wonder: Was the hero's journey truly meant for him? Or was he destined to be forever the villain, the one who watched the happy endings from the sidelines?

[shingekinomyfeelings]

what you really are // 1st installment

Reiner finds that his first sexual encounter with a girl he truly cares for brings up a lot of memories and conflicted emotions. Reiner’s POV; honestly a casserole of angst, fluff, romantic drama, and Reiner being a big dumb idiot. I won't call it comedy, but it made me laugh.

As always, thoughts and comments mean so, so much to me. I really appreciate those of you who've followed me to read my stuff. It's so strange and funny to me that writing about this blonde mess of a man is what brought me back to writing for fun.

warnings: none yet; explicit sex in later installments, but nothing fetishy or triggery. Reiner is angsty, but is that really a warning?

Characters are cadets, but aged up to 19, don't come at me.

notes: uh, so, this one’s a little different from the usual.

It’s from Reiner’s point of view, which has been really fun to do. I’m really not sure how to tag it, though, because the girl in question is unnamed and descriptions are vague enough that she functions as a Reader or y/n, but since it’s from Reiner’s perspective, she’s never referred to as ‘you,’ so idfk if I should call it an x reader fic or an x oc.

It’s also pretty self-ship coded, but I’m starting to realize that most x reader fics are, when they’re written with real feeling and immersion, because a truly blank, universal ‘reader’ is lifeless, and we’re all writing about canon characters through our own lens of interpretation, so the entire fabric of fanfiction is deeply personal, and frankly I doubt anyone is even still reading this fuck it I wish I had apple juice

"Have you, um... have you ever slept with a girl before?"

The question, posed with shy curiosity, makes Reiner's brain skip a few beats along with his heart. He swallows, eyes wide for a moment, the faintest hint of pink creeping across his cheeks, and then he coughs quietly to regain his composure.

"Uhh... uh, a... few, yeah..." He rubs awkwardy at the back of his neck, not sure why he sounds apologetic. She doesn't look upset; she's simply gazing up at him with a slight tilt of her head, waiting for him to say more.

"It was just a few hookups with some girls from town,” he explains, a bit sheepishly. “Not even other cadets, just... strangers. Just some fun now and then, until we got bored of each other and moved on, which never took long. Pretty sure one didn't even tell me her real name."

His heart gives a tiny pang at the soft way she laughs at that, and he pauses for an awkward few seconds before he asks her, "Have you? Slept with... anyone?"

"Of course not," she answers, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I told you, you were my first kiss, remember?"

Oh. Right.

He nods, a little flustered. It’s not that he's forgotten that first kiss – it happened a little over two months ago, and while they've shared many more since then, it’s still the one that keeps him shamefully preoccupied at night when he should be sleeping – but for some reason, this conversation has him fumbling with both his thoughts and his words.

Of course he wants to; God, he wants to. He’s tried his best to hide how badly, not wanting to rush her. He’s never taken his flirting and teasing far enough to make it sound like he’s impatient. He’s even readjusted himself awkwardly many times when she jumps on him playfully, or when he’s pressed against her with his arms around her waist, and his body starts to get just a little carried away.

But, as their private moments together have become more heated, the subject has come up a few times, and she’s expressed interest, and now it’s even harder to keep all of his thoughts at bay. He can’t escape them even in his sleep, recently, though he would never in his life tell her the lurid ways he’s dreamed about her. Underneath all that constantly simmering lust that threatens to boil over a couple of times each day, though, Reiner has noticed other, unexpected feelings beginning to surface as well. Guilt. Sorrow. Hesitation. And...

He looks at her for a moment, the way her hair falls around her face and her shoulders, and the way her eyes are so kind and intent on him.

"Does it... uhh, does it make you nervous, knowing I've done that?" he asks, his eyes trained on hers.

She stares back up at him and asks blithely, "Does it make you nervous knowing I haven't?"

"Tsshh..." He makes a noise like she's just asked something ridiculous, and tries to roll his eyes a little for good measure, but he’s sure she sees through it, because she just smiles just a little more.

His hand reaches out to hers, where it rests on the ground, to lace their fingers together. She’s always seeing right through him; it’s annoying, but charming - and a liability, but so endearing...

She doesn’t see everything, though. If she did, she wouldn’t be here right now, sitting beside me, relaxed, letting me hold her hand.

He reminds himself of that at least once a day.

She would never let someone like me touch her. Why would she?

She sighs softly and bumps her head against his shoulder. “I don’t want it to make you nervous,” she tells him. “If we uh... end up doing that, I trust you, you know...”

You’re too sweet, he wants to tell her. I don’t deserve how sweet you are. I don’t deserve how much you trust me. One day you and everyone else are gonna find that out...

She must see the slight tension that crosses his features, because she plafully blows a puff of air into his ear, and he scoffs in feigned annoyance and puts an arm around her, releasing her hand to drape his on top of her head, ruffling her hair so that it falls across her face. Pulling her closer, he buries his face against her neck and kisses her as she half-assedly tries to squirm away.

He hates himself for feeling happy.

I’m the worst devil on this whole island.

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Love All Around Me

The first thing Adrian caught about the girl was her long, dark brown hair, sweeping across one side in a cascade of waves. The girl played with those loose strands with her fingers, picking off any split ends.  

 As that girl walked across the sidewalk, Adrian’s gaze fell onto her perfectly tanned legs, cruising across the sidewalk like a supermodel. He noted the high-heels, the black contrasting against her bright skin; the suede against the slight hairs on her leg. 

His first instinct was to grab his camera, an expensive one he bought a month ago, and take a picture of this beauty. Everything in this scene was so perfect; it could be portrayed with excellent precision behind the lens, even if it was black and white. The cityscape, the dark and light between the safety of the café and the harsh glare of the real world, contrasted together well, with the girl walking across, minding her own business.  There was so much life in this photo, it seemed immortal.  

Leaning his arm against the table, stroking the camera, another thought came onto Adrian’s mind. 

She’s hot. He smiled as the girl passed him, her hair nearly brushing his cheek, an aura of heat surrounding him. I really want her. 

Abandoning his table, he sprinted towards her, clumsily stumbling along the way who casually looked at a window of an unknown store nearby. She dreamed of getting the latest pair of jeans, to satisfy herself from her own day to day attire. But to Adrian, even in those boring clothes, she made it look like it came out of those fashion magazines she read. She brushed her hair off her forehead, and Adrian tapped her shoulder.  

She took a glance at him, almost confused. “Yes?” 

Adrian simply stared. “Yes,” he muttered. He then cupped her shoulder with his hand. 

The girl twisted her lips, and her heart rate increased pulled back, but Adrian didn’t budge. He pulled her tighter towards his chest, and dragged her towards the table. She struggled against him, trying to escape his strong grip.  

“No,” she yelled, backing away from him.  

Adrian returned to his seat as she and Adrian took their seats, underneath a large, green umbrella. Around them, people were serving food, eating, drinking, and talking. “No,” she repeated herself, but Adrian didn’t listen to her. 

Quickly afterwards, Adrian took notice of her features. He started at her eyes, dark and wide, bringing him into a world of intense lust. He touched her lips with his fingers. They were perfect, pink, and innocent. He saw beauty before, but he never got to completely experience it beyond the lens of the camera. Compared to the cold, beauty-hunting mission he goes through all the time, he could feel the heat between them. 

The girl blushed; her cheeks glowed pink against her tanned skin. She smiled, but it was very small, cautious about what Adrian would do next. She grazed her fingers against her sleeveless, coral pink cashmere top, picking off any flaws and tossing them onto the table. She stared across the distance, analyzing everything people were doing—inside and out. 

Adrian smiled. The last girl he had been in love with was not a girl, but a woman ready to join the army. When he had lunch with her, she was solemn, knowing her life could end very soon. He usually saw a rosary in her left wrist, under her denim jacket—not unlike the ones he prayed with frequently. She would frequently thread its delicate beads, asking God if this war was meant for her and if she was prepared to fight for her country. In comparison, this girl in front of him smirked at him playfully, despite resistance from him earlier.  She smiled and played with his hands, almost analyzing them. Nothing suggested she would fight some battle abroad, or even in her heart. Instead, she beamed like a ray of sunshine, tapping her feet beneath the table. 

Ready to make a move, Adrian went over to another table and grabbed a menu. He quickly skimmed over it, and then offered it to her. 

She nodded. “Yes,” she replied, and then took it. As she read the menu, Adrian stroked his camera. He got the girl where he wanted her to be, and prepared for the shot. 

Lifting her head, the girl noticed. “No,” she exclaimed, putting her hand on the camera. Adrian put it down, almost shocked she said that. She called out a waiter, and told him her order. 

Adrian stared at her, almost falling off of the chair from lust. He picked himself off, almost embarrassed, and dusted off his camera. She looked across from her seat at the cars up ahead, brushing a few curls off her face. She got up, and noticed a bunch of roses nearby—deep red, velvety roses, eclipsed by the shade. She picked one, and then returned to the table, handing it to Adrian with a smile. 

Before he knew it, Adrian grabbed the camera and snapped that photo, happy with her offer. 

“Yes,” he replied as he took the rose from her. He took a deep breath, investing in the emotions, the substance this flower had. He threaded through the velvety pedals. The only flowers he had saw from day to day were the ones he captured between the lenses, analyzing the colors the light shot through when he managed that flash, trying to control the multitude of weather conditions and lighting in order to get the image he wanted.  

Soon enough, the girl’s order came: a caramel milkshake. Adrian observed, and almost laughed, because he was shocked how a high-maintenance girl like her would take in such an indulgence.  

She left again, and got another straw alongside her own—an invitation? 

“Yes?” she asked as she placed her own straw inside the milkshake. 

“Yes,” he said, and started drinking the milkshake. While he continued to enjoy the shake, she pulled off and wiped the whipped cream from her mouth. She reapplied her lipstick—a fresh, innocent pink, and smiled. 

She pointed at herself. Adrian turned his head,  

Adrian nodded, and then continued drinking the milkshake. 

“I’m Juliana.” 

“Yes…” Adrian smiled, recognizing her face. He touched it, letting it warm him. He puckered his lips, ready to get the kiss he wanted for so long. But as he slid his hand down her neck, she put her finger up. 

“No,” she whispered. She took another sip of the milkshake, focusing on Adrian’s dark hazel eyes. She offered her hand in turn and felt the brush of lips. 

Author's Note: This is a short story I've written several years ago. I thought of extending it, but I felt like it's as nice it could be. What do you think?

[ventidetta]

16 July, 2023

*”A boy should never do a soldiers job,”*

Piers kicks his feet idly, a tic set in his jaw. She’s right, it burns through his veins and his chest heaves with the effort of keeping his own breathing steady. If he can just keep this up longer.. play prisoner a little more..

It’s starting to look more like a fact, less of an act now and he’s not sure how much longer the virus can keep fighting off the four clicks of Anti-C coursing through his bloodstream without doing more damage to himself. The camera whirs quietly in the cell and Piers has possibly the stupidest idea he’s ever had in the last ten years.

—

22 July, 2023

He hopes the smeared red over the lens is enough to skew her view, otherwise the crimson drip, drip onto the floor is all for nothing, the white flashes in his vision and burning pain where he digs his left fingers under the cold metal of the bionic.

*The prosthetic pushes back on the mutation and keeps it compressed.*

Piers bites down hard on the leather glove in his mouth, waits until his hand finds purchase and pulls- skewering the inner workings of his right arm, and for a moment the pin-prick tears make it hard to see around him, curled up into himself in the cold, cement corner.

He hears the sickening crack and squelch of his own bone and nerves being severed, almost chokes himself on the drool piling in his mouth when he sobs around the glove and tears again, pulling away the metal covered in viscera and gore- his arm is reopened and disgusting and it doesn’t take him long to throw up as soon as his gaze slides to it; he’s definitely *not* putting that glove back on now.

Piers heaves, a strangled sob coming from his chest when it starts to burn, the tendrils and nerves working overtime to try to heal themselves in a mangled, mutated way and he coughs at the bile rising in his mouth. He’s never been so *grateful* to see the protrusions of his skewered fingers, the steady breathing of mutated flesh, flicking with constant electricity and the discarded prosthetic on the floor.

—

23 July, 2023, 12:45 AM

“Ms. Radames, C1117- The cell camera is obstructed. Reason to believe the captive has escaped.”

Colby tsks, ‘*Defiant little… I’ll see to this one myself.*’ she pushes back from her seat, descending down to the basement level past the rest of the screaming, wailing vermin in the cells; Piers has been the quietest, she’ll give him that, but he hasn’t been cooperative. She comes to a stop in front of the final cell, she sees a pool of blood and nothing more.

‘Open the door-‘ She demands sharply, seeing no way he could have gotten out, she has to see it closer, look around the room for herself.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Miss-“

‘*I said open the door!*’

—

23 July, 2023 1:05 AM

Piers has her slammed against the bars in record time, arm sparking with arcing electricity, she has only seconds to realise she’s pinned against metal before the initial shock wracks her body and she screams- it seems Piers isn’t immune to his own attack by the way he growls, snarling and shoving her down. The man she had at the cell door is dead before the first bullet can even be fired, the smell of burnt, sizzling flesh assaulting the air.

Colby’s breaths are uneven and the pain is unlike anything else- as it stands, this isn’t a BSAA soldier that has her cornered, it’s a rogue, fully functional and intelligent B.O.W, hoisting her up and using her as nothing more than a human shield to scan for exits against the barrels of blazing guns.

‘Like I said, you’re a *cockroach.*’ She spits, much to her dismay at another discharge of electricity through the both of them, ‘Fine- You’re a determined little cockroach..” She coughs, spitting blood into the floor as Piers drags her along, “that arm of yours, not a stunt I thought you could pull off.’

“Your mistake.” He grumbles, shoving her to the ground again when they’re both in the clear- outside and far enough away from the facility that he can get out of here without an issue, there’s snow beneath them now and Piers is struggling more than he’ll let on with the nagging temptation in his head to spill her blood across the white expanse. The sharp bone of his right ‘finger’ stings her Adams apple, a small trickle of red coming from the pierced skin and staining onto her collar.

“Not.. gonna kill you.” Piers all but snarls and Colby is taken aback, sure he was going to have killed her back in his cell, surprised to have made it this far without a spine through her chest- maybe she’s running her own luck dry? “You’re lucky.. Can’t imagine my delight if I got to.. haul your ass outta here.”

She swallows thickly, tersely nodding her head in understanding- Piers’ right eye is slitted, like a reptile and she’s had him locked up and experimented on long enough to know that’s the virus winning over his mind.

“You’ll be dead if you follow me.” He says, removing the pressure on her throat and backing off, walking away without giving her the time to stand- faintly regretting that her eyes weren’t glassy and glossed over before he left.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 233

McCoy

A sigh of satisfaction left McCoy’s lips as he laid on his side, looking into Scotty’s eyes. Scotty’s hand brushed over the side of his face. He closed his eyes as the hand was followed by his boyfriend’s lips placing stray kisses along the same path.

“We won’t have this same privacy when we get to your home, will we?” McCoy asked quietly.

He opened his eyes again to gaze into Scotty’s once more. He knew Scotty’s home would obviously not be a palace, and he did wonder how Francine was going to manage rooming five teenage boys, two couples amongst them.

“Nae love,” Scotty replied. “Good thing we’ve been making the most of it.”

He grinned at McCoy. McCoy felt himself flush at Scotty’s grin. He had been surprised but quite pleased when he had woken Scotty. A lazy morning of love was quickly becoming one of his favorite ways to wake.

A less satisfied sigh escaped as he thought about returning to school and their separate rooms once more.

“What’s wrong Len?”

Scotty stroked his fingers through McCoy’s hair.

“School. I’m sure Archer won’t let us switch rooms. Spock probably won’t either for that matter.”

McCoy managed a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it yet? We’ll manage.”

“Maybe… maybe Pike would let us. He knows my parents approve…” McCoy continued voicing his thoughts aloud. He sighed loudly. “This has been so perfect. I love falling asleep and you’re here.”

“Aye. And waking to your bonnie face is definitely nice.”

McCoy tightened his arms around Scotty and tucked his face against the other boy’s chest.

“I love you so much.”

“I love ye too.”

Scotty kissed the top of his head. A fresh wave of love crashed over McCoy. He pulled his face back and found Scotty’s mouth. Scotty had set them a fast pace that morning with his burning kisses, but now McCoy chose a slower path. His kisses were long and deep as he moved to hold Scotty tighter until they were ready again.

“Morning sleepyheads,” Leah said, as she raised one questioning eyebrow.

She was the only one in the dining room.

“Morning lassie,” Scotty greeted her cheerfully.

McCoy rolled his eyes at his sister.

“Hi.”

“New article,” she said and tapped the PADD in front of her.

“What now?” McCoy asked.

He and Scotty had sat down across from her and were dishing up.

“Nothing much. Just a blurb really. ‘Prince takes outing with boyfriend and friends.’”

McCoy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The papers had finally begun to only report facts. No more wild, sensational articles had been published since the backlash surrounding the article about Robbie.

Leah held up the PADD. A picture of them with Jim and Spock was on the screen.

“Look what they captured though,” Leah grinned.

“What?”

Scotty shrugged his shoulders at Leah. McCoy shared his boyfriend’s confusion. Leah held in a giggle as she turned the PADD to herself briefly. A moment later she turned it back, zoomed in.

McCoy stared at the picture. His eyebrows went up in surprise before he began to laugh. Scotty looked between the siblings.

“Their hands,” Leah explained to Scotty.

Jim and Spock were not holding hands in the picture, but the backs of their hands were touching.

Scotty shook his head with a grin.

“That Jim, he’d best be careful,” Scotty chuckled.

Part 234

Time passed them by way too fast and only a few days later - after a few more trips to town - they got ready for their departure to Earth. Aberdeen was waiting for them.

Scotty was happy to go home again and see his family, however, he couldn't deny that he would miss the privacy of the palace. It had been great to be that close to Leonard all the time, surrounded by secure walls.

"Scotty, Jim, I hope you enjoyed your stay here at our palace?"

The Scotsman turned around to see the king walking over to them, the queen, Leah and Amanda shortly behind him. The boys were standing at the main gate, waiting for Sarek to pick them up. There was a gentle smile on David's face.

"It's been the best five weeks of summer I ever had. Thanks Sir!" Jim answered with a bright grin.

Scotty believed that. Jim's summers at home must have been horrible for all the time the blond could remember.

"I really enjoyed it too," Scott agreed with a nod. He had felt very welcome. And everyone had been there for him after the articles had started.

"I'm glad to hear that, boys," Eleanor said before she stepped over to Leonard and hugged him.

"I hope you will have a great time at Aberdeen."

"I will Mother," Scotty heard Leonard reply.

More hugs followed. Spock was told to take good care of Leonard. Jim was told to visit again sometime. And so was Scotty.

The last one to hug the Scotsman was Leah. She ran a hand trough his hair and pulled him close to whisper to his ear.

"I wish I could come with you to see him. Tell him I'll call."

Scotty managed a soft smile. He knew that Leah and Robbie would probably never get the chance to happen, but he liked the thought of them trying to spend time together.

"Aye, I will," he whispered back before the car arrived and they got going.

One last wave and the castle slowly but surely vanished from their sight.

Off to Earth they went.

The flight was long but this time they flew first class. The king had insisted on it, mainly for Leonard's safety. David didn't like to show his wealth but he didn't want Leonard to be among too many people either.

Scotty couldn't even imagine how hard it had to be for the crown pair. They must have always liven in fear of something happening to their son. He was a known face after all.

But Spock would protect him. And so would Scotty.

He gently squeezed Leonard's hand and looked at him with a smile. The prince had been quite quiet the whole time. Probably due to his fear.

"Ye'll be fine mo gràdh. I'm with ye."

Only now did Scotty notice just how pale his love looked. There was sweat on his forehead and his chest was moving up and down a wee bit quickly.

"It's okay. Ye're okay. Should... I read to ye?"

They had taken their book with them to finish it at Scotty's home. And now was a good time to use it.

Leonard nodded dumbly and Scotty got out the book and flipped through the pages.

"There we go. Just... close yer eyes and listen to the story."

[rxsafetyglasses]

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[aur0ras-a]

trembling fists , crescent shaped indentations in soft skin of palms. anger is a foreign feeling to chrissy , one that she tucks away in the quietest part of herself. to feel it terrifies her , to let it escape is even worse. she's always been a girl of soft pink hues , demure please and thank yous. but this time , things are different. blue hues are ice in their gaze , focused on husband. the word is bitter , because their marriage has suddenly become something that no longer matters.

❛ how long billy? ❜ gritted teeth , words are raised. she barely recognizes herself , the sound of her voice belongs to someone else. ❛ when did it start? when you two were writing the songs? ❜ late nights had kept her awake , pacing halls and waiting by door. chrissy had known , but believed it was all in her head. that she looked at things through the lens of the past , the mistake that she had tried so hard to forgive. she had given him trust , that maybe she should have never had.

❛ i trusted you. ❜ three words are accusatory , faith broken in the man she loved. tears threaten to spill , eyes blink to hold them back. she's weak , if she lets herself cry. those words are her mother's , her voice is so clear. ❛ are we not enough? were we ever a thought in the back of your mind when you were with her? ❜ girls are fast asleep , door shut to keep conversation from drifting to their room. clothing is gathered , thrown in suitcase. for the first time , impossible decision to make. to stay and tolerate it would be what is expected of her. to smile brightly , to pretend nothing had happened between him and daisy. he was everything to her , the man she had built her entire life around. all of his words , everything he had promised. it had all become empty. the smell of alcohol clings to him , and she knows. everything he had worked on so hard , gone in only a night. there's a flash of softness in blue hues , like she wants to take him in arms and hold tight. but chrissy doesn't , focused on packing things that belong to three girls and herself. ❛ why? ❜ a question she knows she'll regret , but it doesn't stop her from wanting the truth. the thought pattern that spirals , that she could have done something different. that in the end , was it her fault? did she place him too high on a pedestal? had her love not been enough , what had she done wrong?

[chewinglass]

hello void, nice to meet you. Your eyeless gaze comforts me. No eyes to judge or ears to hear my screams. Just empty infinite space to let it all out.

I will fill you void, I’m not sure with what yet.

I will empty my guts into you. Unfiltered, besides though the unavoidable selection biases that make up my brain.

I will use you as a tool, to see my life through an alternate lens. Through the eyes I project onto you. Through the pinhole perspective of my life you get to see. Though the way my mind refactors information to sound more aesthetically pleasing to fit this platform.

This platform reminds me of being 14 and [really fucking sad]. It reminds me of all of the eras of my life I’d rather sweep under the rug and forget. I’m in such a different place now, but she’s still inside of me. Coming out when she needs to feel everything I try so hard to suppress. There’s a catharsis in indulging her in her misery. she developed Stockholm syndrome towards it. And now I’m stuck with the remnants.

It’s no longer as extreme. It’s hard to be truly sad when I can look back on my life with pride and immense gratitude. Back then all temporal directions looked bleak.

I experience more emotions than her too, like right now I am feeling the weight of impending sadness, pressure in my eyes that are too exhausted and apathetic to cry, stress in my shoulders and tension in my ears. Emotions like these don’t have names so the best I can do is document my physical condition but they poorly capture the beast.

I also have a deep sense of calm in my torso and legs, I feel rooted, things are ok. The sadness isn’t strong enough to cause full discomfort in my body.

I have an infinite amount of things I need to be doing. Things I want to do. And I’ve done so much already. I wonder how the story of Sisyphus would shift if the number of times he needed to roll the boulder up the hill was limited. Rats in buckets of water slightly too tall to escape from live longer when they think their chance of escape is nonzero. They just keep swimming until they die from exhaustion.

I bought a shark ring on Etsy. It’s cute. I got it because sharks can’t stop swimming or they die. Swimming is breathing for them. So they swim forever. And that’s how I want to be. Just keep swimming. All of my concerns for the future are solved by continuing to move forward. Time cures all wounds. All pain and stress and worry drift away if you just keep moving forward. Even if the water is dark, and you don’t know what’s ahead. A shark would never stop.

I am pushing myself past exhaustion, it’s thrilling in the abstract. I get to accomplish so much. In the particular it is horrible. Something needs to go, you can never have it all at once. Every option is also a negation of the others, I have so many flowers to water and limited water.

I think I need to stop seeing the boy I’ve been seeing. It feels like I need to decide between his company or my company—my baby, my dent in the universe. Everything I’ve been working towards. I won’t forgive myself or him if I think he detracts from it at all, and it’s starting to seem like he will. Simply due to my own incompetence. My own stress about this. I wish I could balance it but I’m not a balanced person. I’m all or nothing. The guilt has contributed to the feeling of exhaustion currently burdening me.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I guess making these types of decisions is important for me to learn. Build the tolerance to make decisions that seem painful in the moment but are better for the long term. I’m not convinced this is the right decision though. I am worried i will regret it. Decisions are never binary. Maybe we will reconnect in the future? Maybe only if I’m able to handle this properly in the moment? Maybe I don’t need to do anything? We should probably just have a conversation. I’m going to take a shower. Ttyl.

[muite]

Sex Tapes!

» nsfw ft. haitani ran +hanemiya kazutora +sanzu haruchiyo +haitani rindō (0.9k)

a/n: goosebumps making me feel butterflies rn

h. ran

"it's embarrassing Ran.."

"why would you be embarrassed when you have the prettiest pussy baby?"

a little moan left your lips as you felt Ran's big hands opening your folds to show the camera the little flower your soft folds were hiding, your entire body caught in flames at his intense stare and even if this whole event was overwhelming for you, you couldn't help but want more, more of him and other parts of his body

his zipper looked as if it would explode at any moment and when with one finger pressing against your puffy clit had you already clenching around nothing, Ran couldn't wait to see and feel how good you'll clench around him

"look at my baby being such a good girl, so responsive to my touch" Ran felt like an animal panting like this, completely pussy whipped as he felt how his lustful eyes couldn't stop staring at your pussy

relaxing against the bed you sighed out, his thumb rubbing the hardening bud in slow circles making you feel like jelly, a little whine escaping your lips "Ran.. feels really good.."

"yeah baby?" sending you a sly soft smile he inserted one long finger inside your gummy walls "why don't you tell the camera how much you wanna get fucked?"

h. kazutora

when you proposed the idea of filming you two fucking to kazutora he was really flustered, thinking that the whole act was something intimate between a couple that shouldn't be recorded, even if it was for just the two of you he didn't really liked the idea and almost didn't do it saying that after doing it it would be too embarrassing watching himself when you weren't around but he being a good boy he ended up doing it for you

and when you said it could help him when he was missing you he didn't thought he could be doing something like this

now here he was listening to his own moans as the video focused on your joined private parts, you were on top of him bouncing up and down his cock as he gropped your red ass with his hands

"fuck baby you feel so good!"

"just like that kazu, right there!"

he couldn't even see the head of his cock from how fast he was fisting it, whimpers and moans leaving his lips as the lewd claps from the video played all around the room, the other one rubbing his swollen balls making him reach his high after several cries

"fuck i'm- i'm- "

toes curling and abs clenching he felt his cock twitch before feeling the sticky liquid all over his chest, chest falling up and down as he cummed, sighs escaping his lips as he imagined you cleaning the mess he did on himself with your tongue

before he registered it his hand was moving up and down once again

s. haruchiyo

camera long forgotten now laid at the side of your bed, moving with the rocking of the bed but still perfectly capturing how bad you were getting raw fucked

"fuck, haru! It's too much! stop!

he payed you no mind and continued rutting his hips against your battered pussy, cock hugged by your spongy walls and balls smacking against your clit with every trust he send your way

"please, it hurts"

"but you like it when it hurts, don't you baby?"

whispering against your ear you felt one of his large hands wrap around your neck, turning you to him for a lewd kiss, hips still rocking softly as your messy tongues danced around with him drinking your moans down his throat

feeling him pull out for you to breath, you thought for a minute he was finally showing mercy to your pity self

that is until your felt him spread your ass cheeks

a gasp leaving your mouth when you felt Haru spit directly on your asshole, cheeks completely red and flustered you turned to him "what are you doing?"

now directly looking at him and what he was doing you saw the camera on his hands, lens focused on your twitching ass and leaking pussy, a wicked smile on his lips as his cock slid between your ass cheeks, locking eyes with you he said

"you wanted me to stop fucking your pretty lil pussy baby, so I'm gonna take another route to get you dumb, ok?

h. rindō

"you wanted this angel, why are you crying now?"

you wanted to answer, you really did but Rin's cock was robbing the air from your lungs plugging and unplugging without stopping for a second, not even to let you catch your breath

"look at you making a mess all over me baby" creamy white rings decorated the base of his cock like a christmas present "have you no shame being this messy?"

moving your legs over his shoulders he went deeper and deeper, soft walls hugging his cock making him feel on cloud nine, he loved this look on you, cheeks red and wet with your tears as your pussy gripped onto him for dear life, more claps were heard from the room as Rin destroyed your insides without any care

your whimpers and cries made him move his gaze from the pussy devouring him to your face, seeing how your hopeless eyes begged for him

"Rin please, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it then baby, do a little show for the camera"

imagine how he felt when you squirted all over him, making a show for the camera just like he so nicely asked you to

[espritmuse]

yelena smut number 4, with a mix of 2 and 9. the begging comes in when y/n gets caught masturbating and she starts desperately begging yelena to fuck her. then yelena overstimulates her.

Beg.

« You wanted me to fuck you didn’t you? »

Yelena x reader smut.

Warning : overstimulation, begging, degrading, squirting, vibrators etc etc lol

Requests prompts here 🦢(I have a lot lot of requests and school started again for me so please be patient <33)

Yelena was coming home from a long day of work, opening the door quietly and making her way to your shared bedroom when she, mid-course, started hearing obscene sounds coming from the room. She froze for an instant, assuming the worst. The blond woman started walking faster and realised that the door was only half open, a small piece of light emerging from the chamber. As she slowly and noiselessly walked to the door, she saw you.

You, completely uncovered in a sitting position, your back arched and your shaky legs spread in front of you. Whines leaving your mouth as you played with your wet folds, your fingers once stroking your clit, once entering your trembling body.

Your girlfriend’s eyes widened and her lips and front teeth made contact as she watched you enjoying yourself. She opened the door, making you stop your current action as you looked up, lips slightly parted and chest moving up and down, following your very uneven breathing.

« Just an hour late and that’s how I find you? You’re nothing but a very filthy girl you know that? »

You quickly closed your legs and looked away.

« Sorry… »

« Such a needy slut. Your show is already over? » She said in a monotone tone as she relaxed her back on the now-closed door behind her, arms crossed.

« You can still join… » You said, still looking away, scared of what you just started.

«  And why would I? You seemed to have a lot of fun without me and I don’t have time to waste on a slut like you. »

« Please ´Lena… It’s not the same without you… » You knew of much your girlfriend loved being praised and how this was the only way to get her.

You slowly moved –your legs a bit sore– and stood up, walking toward her. Your hands made their way to her collar and slowly removed her tie before sliding her black blazer off her shoulders.

« What do you think you’re doing baby? Remove your dirty hands from me. » You could tell by her expression that she was fighting herself from fucking your bare body on the spot.

You grabbed the woman’s white shirt and tiptoed to reach her lips. « ‘Lena please I want you…please… »

As your hard nipples on your bouncing breast made contact with Yelena’s body, a part of her lower body started heating up, making her grab both of your naked thighs to place them around her waist.

After walking the two meters that separated both of you from the bed, she pushed you on the sheets, towering you from her height. She quickly grabbed your legs to slid you to the end of the mattress, your legs now wide open in front of her.

« Please Yelena please…please touch me please… »

«  Such a needy whore… » She said as she placed her knees on the dark wooden floor. You could now feel her hot breath on your needy hole, making you whine with desire and envy.

« And what do you want me to do with you my princess ? If you don’t tell me I can’t guess…»

« Please Yelena please fuck me…please… I need it so bad. » You started, noticing that your breathing was more and more intense after each second.

« Mhm… I don’t know. You did not even wait for me to come back home… What made you so horny that you couldn’t even wait huh slut ? I should punish you for that… » She stood up and grabbed your body with her, holding you with one hand before sitting on the bed, your bare body straddling her.

« I don’t like when my good girl misbehave you know. » She put her hands on your hips and looked down, where your wet hole was dripping on her black pant.

« So…so sorry…. Lena… » You said as she started rubbing you clit slowly with one of her hand. She took your parted lips for an invitation and crashed her lips against yours, welcoming you in a very sloppy kiss.

« Ahh… Lena… Slowly please….I’m going to… » After some secondes who seemed like hours, Yelena started to increase the pace, making your body tremble. « I’m going to… cum…Lena please can… can I ? »

« Go on baby. »

You found it quite suspicious that Yelena let you cum that easily but, not being able to hold it anymore, you let everything go, your release dripping of her hands and down your thighs. Holding her tight for support, you then looked up, meeting her very malicious gaze.

« Oh my poor puppy…You really thought that I was gonna stop here? I told you that you deserved a punishment. » She grabbed your waist with her slender arms and turned you around, making your back hit her chest. She placed her head on your shoulder.

« You wanted me to fuck you didn’t you? You seemed so desperate my baby if only you could have seen your fucking face… » She came closer, marking once again your neck already fulfilled with other hickeys she gave you.

« But I… Ahhh…. Yel…yelen… » The fair haired woman started rubbing harder and faster on your used and swollen clit, making you moan uncontrollably. As you pushed your back against her for more support, you heard her small chuckle near your right ear.

« Good little girl… such a good little girl… » As she strocked your clit harder and harder, you felt like your body was going to explode. You tried to grab anything you could find with your shaky hands as you felt your orgasm coming, trying to alert your girlfriend with small whimpers that she completely ignored.

« ´Lena….plea….len… » You swore that you felt Yelena’s pace increase once again.

Legs shaking and toes curling, you started to feel something on your lower body. You gripped the blonde woman’s arms and moaned louder and louder before feeling a wet liquid escaping your folds in a sort of transparent jet, founding his way to the floor and a part of Yelena’s black trousers.

« Yes, baby show me how good I make you feel… »

« Yelena please… I… I really can’t anymore…. Please… » You knew that you just had to pronounce your save word for her to stop but, for some reason, you didn’t.

« And why would I? You’re the one who wanted all of this… » She whispered in your ear, still playing with your lower body.

« I promise that… I would not misbehave anym…Aahhh… please… I won’t please Lena… »

You thought that her little game was finally over, but you were wrong.

« I’m sure you won’t baby but apologies never stopped punishments. » She moved a bit, leaning toward the floor and looked under the bed where she took a plastic box, the one full of your sex-toys. She took the wand vibrator out of it and turned it on, placing it on your clit under your tired gaze.

The vibrations of the inanimate object made you scream in pleasure, tears rolling down your face as your back arched on your lover’s chest. You couldn’t take it anymore and came again, releasing your semence on her already ruined pants.

But she didn’t stop.

« Lena…please I can’t anymore… » Your cries seemed to interest the blond woman because she slowed the pace of the vibrator and finally stopped it, putting her fingers back on you but, this time in a very reasonable way.

« And I’d a good little girl…promise… please…. I promise…»

She stopped stroking your swollen clit and turned you around once again, her gaze on your sweating face and your hair all over the place.

«  Good. I hope that you understood because trust me princess, I won’t be this nice next time. » She slowly moved your messy hair out of your face and wiped away your tears. « Now come on baby. »

She kissed your forehead before you put your arms around her neck to pull her into a deep kiss that she accepted, parting her lips, welcoming your tongue.

After some long seconds, you both pulled away, Yelena holding your body tight against her.

« I love you. »

« I love you more. »

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[pandoricpies]

Guilt

Elizabeth laments is torchered by her past.

The bottom of the clear glass reflected her face - her freckled cheeks seemed sunken, her once vibrant emerald green eyes surrounded by dark shadows, consequence of a lack of sleep.

What have I done?

That damned thought pierced her mind once more. Elizabeth sighed, swallowing the heavy lump that was forming in her throat as she turned the empty glass around in her hand. Her throat still stung from the last shot of whiskey she had drank from it. Here she was, drinking herself into oblivion - what would Alex think of the mentor she admired now at her weakest, darkest moment?

She was no better than some old drunk guy in a bar she scolded herself, escaping his family and responsibilities to forget, aided by the bitter, fragrant liquid that was tipped into his glass.

Forget - how she wished she could just forget.

Forget the pain of her youthful years, the abuse she faced as a young child - forget her father’s belt, her mother’s shrill, demeaning screams of hatred. Forget her journey to this island, forget her friends, forget all the shit they had faced...

Forget her.

Elizabeth shifted in the old leather chair, her gaze inadvertently shifting to her hand, a partially crumpled photo laying on her palm. The slightly yellowed picture displayed five girls and their horses - the Jorvik Stables sign behind them. A horse with a radiant blue mane took center stage in the scene, seeming to pose for the lens. The woman felt a small smile creep on her lips as she studied the majestic white creature, his cheeky eyes telling her all she needed to know about his opinion on photos.

Then there was the beautifully muscled gray horse, Concorde - her Concorde, her beautiful stallion, her best friend. His dusty gray forlock fell over his eyes, having grown a bit too long in the spring season. The red-haired teenage girl on his back was leaning over, her hand scruffling between his ears as she grinned up at the camera. She looked so happy.

Happy... what did that even feel like anymore?

The other horses were being fawned over by their respective riders, all of which were also young girls. Starshine with the blue mane humored his rider who was fussing over the position of his mane.

Oh Herman, you always did catch us so unprepared.

Then, off to the far left side of the photo, smiling sheepishly and waving at the camera, sitting bareback atop her own gelding was her - her raven black hair shone with a streak of white from the reflection of the sun.

Elizabeth’s eyes darted away from the photo just as soon as they had landed on the shyest of the group. By this point she was too weak to stop the tears, her physical hold on her emotions completely falling away. The woman placed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the deep sobs that began escaping her throat. It was these moments she hated - alcohol of any sort had always made her emotional, but tonight was so much different; she felt so vulnerable, so scared. The future seemed so uncertain, the past a nightmare she was desperately trying to run from. It was the matter of being stuck in the present, the two extremes of time closing in on her from either side - it was suffocating.

Elizabeth...

“What?” The woman shot rigid, her upper body straightening with tension. It was just a whisper, nothing more. The wind was playing tricks on her.

Elizabeth...

“No.. d-dammit!” Elizabeth cried as the glass slipped out of her stunned hand, shattering as it hit the hard wooden floor of her cottage. She looked up, peering around the home. This wasn’t the wind.

“How could you?”

The voice spoke more clearly with a sorrowful, feminine tone. Elizabeth stared down at the photo that was still clenched in her now sweaty palm. Looking at her friends on the piece of photo paper gave her no comfort now. She stood up, avoiding the shards of glass that now surrounded her feet. As much as every part of her did not want to admit, she recognized that voice - that soft, comforting, innocent voice...

“Why?”

A shuffle sounded from behind the woman. Cold, heavy dread filled Elizabeth as she stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel a cold draft wafting in behind her - no windows were open.

“Please just leave me alone.” The woman whimpered, not daring to face what now stood - spiritually - behind her. Who stood, rather...

“You hurt him. You treated him like a monster.” The voice whispered, her tone uneven, almost sickly. Elizabeth grasped onto the edge of the small table that sat just by the entrance to her kitchen to keep herself steady.

“I-I did what I had to. You know that. That’s what we always had to do, whether we agreed or not.” The woman replied to the voice, still avoiding the figure behind her. It would be over soon, it was just her mind-

“You did what you had to! I was nothing more than a pawn in their games and you damn well know that!” The voice spoke more animatedly, more volume to the light, ghostly whispers. The figure herself began crying, each sob hitting Elizabeth like knives to the chest.

“Catherine, I’m sorry, I-”

“You should be so ashamed of yourself - my baby, and still Anne... Eva must be terrified. And yet you have the right to sit here and drink yourself out of it because you’ve always been privileged - you’ve always done what they tell you. You haven’t done hell to save Anne and you treated him like a fugitive. No wonder you’ve survived this mess for so long...” “You’re a coward.” “Enough!” Elizabeth screamed, falling to her knees. Her hand still grasped the edge of the table as she leaned over, one arm wrapped around her waist as her body folded.

“No, no, no. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want this to happen, I just-” Every breath was labored as she cried out loud now, memories and the fear of her actions clouding her mind.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” She repeated over and over, her hands and body shaking with fear. 

It was all her fault - she had blindly followed the druids. She had watched as her friends, her sisters, were ripped away from her one by one, their friendships burned or torn apart by death.

1 dead, 1 missing, 2 who wanted nothing to do with her...

“Elizabeth?” A new voice spoke. Although it was new, friendly, gentle, deeper, Elizabeth didn’t register it as such.

“Please just leave me alone!” The woman yelled, finally turning around to face her living room. Instead of meeting a cold, ghostly figure, she was met with the stare of kind, deep blue eyes holding an expression of deep concern. The man sighed, walking over and kneeling down next to the woman.

“It was the visions again wasn’t it? The voices?” He asked, gently reaching for her hand. She allowed him to grab it, holding her shaking fingers in his own.

“I-No, she was really there, I know it. It’s all my fault Avalon, I-”

“I can’t do this anymore.” Elizabeth spoke quietly, letting her head rest on the man’s chest. Avalon placed his other free hand on her back, gently rubbing back and forth. The man sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“You need rest, Elizabeth. Come, I’ve brought an herbal tea recipe that should help you sleep.” The man stood up, gently guiding the woman with him. She looked up, nodding gratefully.

The photograph of the five girls and their horses mindlessly fell out of her hand. This wouldn’t be the last time she would face the demons that that picture summoned, the pain of memory.

But for now, she would keep running from the past.

[likeastarstar]

A Mutual Agreement Pt. 3

Summary: You and your boyfriend make a sex tape. lol.

(A/N: you don't need to read Part 1 or Part 2 to understand but you can if you want!)

masterlist.

You stared down at your boyfriend, hair throughly messed up from having your hands pull on it, lips cherry red and plump from kissing you, eyes slightly dazed. Yeah, this was your favorite version of Hoseok. The one without any inhibitions, the one who was yours. He stared at you with an intensity that had a shiver running down your back, a small smirk growing on his face when he noticed the reaction he had on you. You swallowed harshly and nodded to yourself, laying down on the bed you shared.

"Get the camera."

"Remind me again why we couldn't just do this on my phone?" He asked, frowning down at the handycam you bought off eBay last month.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, reaching a hand out for the camera, "Phones get hacked. Tapes can't."

"How am I even supposed to watch it? I won't have a VHS player on tour, you know." He laughed softly, shoulders freezing for a second when he noticed the crestfallen look on your face at the mention of him going on tour soon.

Nothing was planned for sure, but he was already starting to travel more. The pandemic had sucked, royally, but it had given you unlimited access to Hoseok in a way you were selfishly reluctant to let go of. It's the only reason you agreed to this in the first place- you wanted something for when you couldn't have him the way you wanted to.

You felt a light touch on your knee and looked at Hoseok, a soft look on his face. You shook your head, "Boner killer." You joked, "Give it to me."

He handed you the camera wordlessly, watching with raised eyebrows as you pointed it towards him and pressed record. You peeked through the viewfinder- a grainy, nostalgic version of Hoseok stared into the camera with the same intensity he looked at you with, your knees parted on either side of his figure where you laid on the bed. He pulled his shirt off in one motion, tossing it off to the side before scanning your body. You had lost your clothes ages ago, laying in your underwear before him.

You admired the strength of his brow through the camera lens, the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his abs flexed and relaxed as he walked towards you. Nothing really compared to your boyfriend's beauty in real life, but the camera you were currently holding was giving its best shot. You nudged his hip with your knee, gesturing for him to loose the pants as well. He did so silently, neither one of you wanting to speak for a moment. Hoseok studied you face for a moment and smiled, scanning your body with his eyes.

"Don't be nervous," He mumbled, a comforting hand on your knee, "We've done this before."

You laughed softly and he took the camera from you, turning it around so it was panned down on you, hair fanned out around you, gaze pointed past the camera and stuck on Hoseok, "I really fucking love you, you know that?" He said softly, setting the camera down on the side table you had strategically tested the point of view from two nights ago.

You smiled at him and reached a hand out towards him, pulling him on top of you. Part of you is hyperaware that there was a camera recording your every movement, a small red light signaling that yeah- you guys are definitely about to make a sex tape. The larger part is just really obsessed with Hoseok and the way he feels on top of you hands warming your skin with small massaging circles pressed into your figure. He kissed you urgently, desperately, like he had been holding back until now. You feel his body melt into yours, pressing down on you until all of the anxiety in your body about the situation withered away.

"Fucking gorgeous," Hoseok mumbled. You knew it was loud enough for the camera to pick up but he said it for just for you- you could tell by the way his eyes didn't leave yours. You kissed him again and slid your tongue against his, gliding a hand through his hair and pulling the roots of it sharply. Hoseok's movements turned carnal, biting down on your bottom lip as his hands slipped under your ass and pushed upwards, shoving your center against his hardening cock. You felt him strain against the fabric of his boxers, cock twitching, and suddenly you didn't give a shit about the camera. You wanted more of Hoseok and the small breathy grunts he was letting out, harmonizing with your own light pants of want. You felt Hoseok's hand push past the waistband of your underwear, long fingers dragging through your folds. He rubbed neat circles into your clit with enough pressure that you forgot all about the glowing red dot in the corner. He pinched your most sensitive spot, making you jump slightly before he slid two fingers into your pussy, a loud moan escaping you. He curved his fingers and stretched them out again, pressing down on your walls because he knew you could take it. You steadied your breathing to the best of your ability, his warm fingers rocking and sliding back and forth with a rhythm you couldn't quite keep up with. You didn't realize you were biting down on your lip until he kissed you, taking your bottom lip between both of his and sucking lightly.

"No more of this," He grumbled against your skin, "You're gonna split your lip open and I wanna hear you, I need to be able to hear the noises I fuck out of you when I'm jacking off to this in a couple months in a hotel room."

You moaned at the thought, kissing him messily as he continued thrusting his fingers into you. The pad of his thumb pressed and rubbed against your clit, pressing down further as his fingers thrust quickly into you in a bursting motion, pulling out almost entirely just to press in again. Your hips angled up towards his hand, wanting him to stay in one place, wanting to keep him near you. He ignored you, touch staying steady despite your squirming. It wasn't long before you came, pushing your face into the crook of his neck as electricity ran through your body. The two of you moved like waves, rocking against each other with a visceral need until you placed two hands on his shoulders and shoved him over, flipping the two of you so you were straddling him. You flipped your hair over to one side so it wasn't blocking the camera's view of Hoseok's face, moving down the length of his body until your face was in front of his cock.

You kissed his lower stomach lightly, pushing the waistband down and off of him quickly. He lifted his hips to help and you flickered your gaze up to him for a second, smiling at him. "Want you so bad," You mumbled, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it twice before sinking your lips down on him.

You loved giving Hoseok head- the noises he made, the way he looked, the salty rich taste. Everything about it was perfect. His hands instinctively buried themselves in your hair, guiding your head up and down on his cock. You kept up with him, bobbing up and down eagerly. You felt your lips stretch and ignored it, relishing in the noises Hoseok was making at the moment. He said you name like it was a prayer in a whiny tone reserved for you. Hoseok tightened his grip on your hair and held you still, snapping his hips up to your mouth, using you as he'd like. You gagged slightly but took it, wanting him to use you.

He released you quickly, lifting your mouth off of his cock and tightening his grasp instead at the nape of your neck, "Come up here," He ordered, motioning towards you with a jut of his chin. You did as he said, climbing up so that you were hovering above him, legs of either side of his torso. You grabbed his jaw in one hand and turned it up towards you, craning his head up to lock him in a fervent kiss, pulling away when you felt him start to lean forwards helplessly.

"So needy," You smiled cockily, running a hand through his hair and down to cup his cheek. You slapped his cheek lightly, laughing softly when he jumped in surprise. You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, letting out a shallow breath when he closed his lips around the pad of your thumb. He sucked lightly, tongue snaking across the tip of your finger before nibbling on it.

Things feel different, like everything in the world is moving at a different pace than the two of you. Too fast and too slow at the same time, you had tension radiating off of your body and permeating into the air around you. You were long past coherent thoughts, only able to think about how hot you felt.

"You look so vulnerable right now," Hoseok noted, "I could do anything I wanted to you."

You nodded silently, feeling your cheeks heat up. Hoseok stared up at you with heavy intention in his eyes, wrapping a hands around the smallest part of your waist and another around his cock, lining it up to your pussy, and pulling you down on his lap in one smooth thrust.

You gasped in surprise, moaning out as you feel his length setting in you. Neither one of you moved for a moment, feeling overwhelmed for a moment. Hoseok's brows furrowed, a look of total concentration painted on his features. He tugged you down towards him, kissing down the length of your neck as if to give him something to do in the moment, arms wrapped around your back. Your hands tightened around the sheets in fists, feelings his grip tighten as he pulled off of your neck to stare at you again. You rocked against him slowly, matching his eye contact with your own. He winced when you clenched around him and went faster, beginning to lift yourself off of him.

"You feel so big like this," You moaned, letting him grip your waist to help you set a faster pace on top of him. He fucked into you from beneath, meeting the rise and fall of your hips," Shit- I feel so full."

"I'm always big, what the hell?" Hoseok laughed, dragging your hips back and forth against his.

You laughed, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. He grinned back at you and soon you were both slamming into one another. You matched his pace, fucking each other as fast as you could as he whispered things so dirty you almost hoped the camera didn't pick up on it.

"I'm gonna cum," You said, tapping his shoulder rapidly. He nodded and grasped your hip, pulling you off of him abruptly. You whined in protest, shutting up as soon as he slapped his palm against your hip, roughly positioning you on your back. He reached over you to grab the camera, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Smile for the camera, baby." He prompted as he slid back into you. You moaned, fucking you even faster with the camera pointed down towards your face.

His free hand began rubbing your clit, keeping pace with his hips until it tipped you over, shaking underneath him. Your back arched and you wrapped your legs around him. He wasted no time fucking you into the bed, his rough fucking milking your orgasm. You clenched around him, feeling overstimulated until he slowed to a deep roll of his hips and came inside of you. He groaned sharply, throwing the camera to the side and leaning down to kiss you. Hoseok's tongue slid against yours in a wet, hot kiss, cock still buried deep inside of you.

You kissed him back, hugging him close to you until the two of you had come down from your highs completely.

"That was hot," You sighed contently as Hoseok laid his head on your chest between your breasts. You carded your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, admiring the silvery locks in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

"We should've done this forever ago. You look really sexy when you cum," Hoseok smiled against your skin, hugging you tightly. "Something that gorgeous deserves to be immortalized on film."

You frowned looking at the ceiling pensively, "I've never seen myself cum, I don't know whether you're right about that or not."

Hoseok picked his head up instantly, a slightly depraved smile on his face, "Wanna find out?"

[five-rivers]

Auction

For @skellagirl

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“Hey, Jazz,” said Danny, leaning into Jazz’s room, one hand on the doorknob, the other braced against the jamb. “Wanna help me mess with Vlad?”

“Do I?” responded Jazz, pushing her chair back. “What’s the plan?”

“Well,” said Danny, “Vlad left one of his creepy spy bugs in the kitchen again, and I was thinking we could have a loud conversation in front of it about how Mom’s going to that charity bachelor auction.”

Jazz frowned. “But she isn’t. She’s married.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. Vlad’s delusional.”

“Ah, I see,” said Jazz. “Yeah, let’s do it. Should we write a script?”

“Maybe just a backstory. I work better with improv.”

“I’ve seen your fights, Danny. You definitely do not.”

“That’s cold.”

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Maddie was not here, and Vlad was going to commit murder. Just a little bit. The victim was already half dead, after all.

His teeth squeaked as he forced himself to smile at the vapid, crowds of rich single women below him. He could not, unfortunately, back out now without losing quite a bit of face. The only consolation he had was that he had already communicated the need to eliminate the wealthier bidders, so that Maddie’s bet would win, to his ghostly servants. If only he could get away from the crowds and duplicate himself to take care of the others…

But that would be suspicious too, wouldn’t it? He had to let at least a few bids go through. And some of them had to be high, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from his ever-aggravating business associates.

Curse them and their golf-playing buffoonery. He didn’t even like golf. It took so long.

When his name was called, he went out onto the stage like a man expecting to be hung. Why did anyone think this kind of thing was a good idea? This was humiliating. Ninety percent of the people bidding were after his money one way or another, he was sure.

Not like Maddie.

He sighed and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd as the auctioneer called higher and higher values. Finally, the number stopped climbing, and Vlad lowered his gaze to see who, exactly, he would have to waste a day with.

Well. At least it wasn’t someone who was after his money.

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“So,” said Harriet Chin, not even bothering to hide the recorder she held in her hands, “Vladimir Masters. Do you have a statement regarding the Whole World Mission scandal?”

“Harriet,” said Vlad, “please, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Yes, and I get to decide our activities. And I want an exclusive interview with the elusive Vlad Masters. That’s what I paid for, after all.”

“And here I was, thinking that it was my ravishing, good looks.”

Harriet snorted. “Maybe for someone who didn’t see you and Jack in that ridiculous hot dog eating contest. Although,” she leaned back appraisingly, “you did fill out since then. Actually… I’m sort of surprised at how early the bidding topped out. Was the room filled with bitter exes, or is there some scandal I don’t know about?”

Vlad rolled his eyes. “I confess, I’m as surprised as you.”

“Now, that’s a lie,” said Harriet.

“Excuse me?”

“You still have that tell from college,” said Harriet, smugly.

“Excuse me? I do not have a tell.” If he did, he had to identify and get rid of it as soon as possible.

“You do,” said Harriet, still grinning.

Vlad weighed the pros and cons of simply overshadowing her and making her lose the day. She’d probably claim that he drugged her or something. Curses.

He sighed, heavily. “At least let me take you out to a restaurant instead of,” he flicked his fingers at his surroundings, “just standing here.”

“Oh, I don’t know. A person’s house can tell you a lot about someone. Didn’t your Wisconsin home blow up? What was up with that, anyway?”

“I released a statement regarding that some time ago,” said Vlad.

“Wasn’t it also raided by the government?”

“That was a misunderstanding. And I also released a press statement about that incident. It shouldn’t take you more than, oh, an hour to look it up online.” This wasn’t entirely true. Once it was out of the immediate spotlight, Vlad had spent quite a bit of money to have the whole story scrubbed. “Dinner? I am paying.”

Harriet looked thoughtful. “Alright, but I’m picking where we go.”

“Of course,” said Vlad, graciously.

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He regretted everything.

“Harriet, I know Amity Park is small relative to, say, Chicago, but, really… There are good restaurants here.”

“Yes,” said Harriet, “but I wanted to eat here.”

Vlad grimaced and tried not to look at the booth where Daniel and his juvenile delinquent friends were sitting and filming him with a handheld camera.

“Of course,” said Harriet, apparently unbothered by the stickiness of the booth bench and the screaming of children in the other part of building, “if you wanted to go back to a more private setting so that we could continue our interview—”

“No, no, this is quite alright. I said I would get you dinner, and here we are, eating…” He glanced at the menu with derision. “Food.”

He could, just barely, call it that. Even if he’d discovered during his short-term ownership of the chain that certain of its condiments could be used as mid-grade explosives. He didn’t know how Daniel could stand it.

(On the other hand, he had to admit he was enjoying this. Just a little. He so rarely got to match wits against a competent adult.)

(Maddie didn’t count—He was trying to woo Maddie, after all. They were practically on the same side.)

Valerie Grey, looking intensely weirded out, brought their order to their table. Harriet, unperturbed by the grease leaking through the paper wrappings, began to sort though the offerings for the cheap chicken burger she had ordered. Vlad, meanwhile, stared down at his sandwich.

Someone had put an ectoplasm antagonist in the dressing. He glared at Daniel. He didn’t know how the boy had done it, but he was going to pay for it. Along with setting him up for this ridiculous ‘date.’

“Aren’t you going to eat?” asked Harriet.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, stop being such a snob. I remember you and Jack living off of instant ramen.”

“That was then, this is now,” said Vlad.

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“Seems to be going well,” said Tucker, adjusting the lens on his camera, “all things considered.”

“Kind of surprised they’re here of all places, though,” said Sam.

“I think Ms. Chin’s just trying to get a rise out of Vlad, to be honest.” He’d stopped looking at them, though, instead frowning at the kitchens. “I think Valerie put something in his food. Do you think we should do something?”

“Not really,” said Tucker.

“Yeah, I’m going to choose Valerie every day over the old rich white guy who wants to kill your dad,” said Sam. “Even if she has some slightly homicidal tendencies regarding you.”

“Fair enough,” said Danny. “Want to stalk Vlad and his date until they drive home?”

“I don’t have any other plans,” said Sam, easily.

“Same,” said Tucker.

“Cool,” said Danny.

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“Are you frequently stalked by teenagers?” asked Harriet.

“No,” said Vlad.

“And isn’t that Jack and Maddie’s son?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Oh ho, there’s a story there, isn’t there?”

“A private matter, I assure you.”

“When you’re as wealthy as you are, Vlad, nothing’s a private matter anymore.”

“I fear I must disagree with you on that count. Where are we going, anyway?”

“It’s a surprise,” said Harriet. “Unless you want to give me that interview.”

“Ugh. No.”

It was a miniature golf course. Of course it was. He could never escape from the accursed ‘sport.’ At least the miniature version was marginally more tolerable. Or it would be, if Daniel and his pack of friends weren’t able to follow them in.

… Or maybe they wouldn’t follow them in. The trio veered off suddenly right before the exit. Vlad smirked. Not enough cash for the little badger to get in, hm?

This assumption was disastrously disproven when a ghost fight tore through the Astroturf that covered the third hole.

Harriet was very nearly thrown into the pond, but Vlad managed to catch her at the last moment.

She was blushing.

Butter biscuits.

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“Well,” said Harriet, “that wasn’t the interview I wanted, but it wasn’t a total waste of time. Same time next week?”

“Fine, fine, whatever you want,” said Vlad. Then what he said caught up to him. “No. One date. One date was all you paid for.”

Harriet pretended not to hear him.