#So you're waiting for the part of the climax that matches it or makes it all make sense

[sapphixxx]

well. 5 Centimeters per Second still makes me cry my eyes out.

[angelltheninth]

Can I request Doppio dropscythe x reader nsfw headcanons where it’s the reader’s first time?

The D in Doppio stands for DICK! I love Doppio's chaotic energy so much!

Pairing: Doppio Dropscythe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, teasing, gentle to rough sex, biting kink, fingering, clit sucking, hand kink

A/N: I saw his handcam stream, god his hands are nice to look at.

Teasing will be a part of it for sure, its Doppio after all and when he sees that you're nervous about it he will try to ease the mood with humor and flirting

His clothes go off first, that way you're not being put on the spot with being the one naked

Because he's so fucking hard you know that he's ready to go, just say you want it

If you don't then maybe you'd be okay with some cuddles, to get used to being naked together

Runs his mouth a lot while he's between your legs and has no filter at all

He's talking about your taste, your scent, how much you're coating his tongue with your arousal, and much he wants you to do the same to his cock

Fingering feels pretty familiar, he knows you love that, hell he watched you do it multiple times

Sharp fangs bite into your legs as they begin to shake from the pleasure you're getting

Pain and pleasure make a good combination in his book

Next he focuses on your clit, sucking at the spot while keeping your legs from clamping down on his head

You can't push him away if you wanted to, he's too strong, too focused on his task

He laughs loudly when he makes you come again, already two orgasms in and without his cock too

You're gonna boost his ego you know

Finally time for what you've been waiting for, his dick

You guess he's pretty average sized, you don't have anyone to compare it to, and he would love to keep it that way

The first thrust is relatively painless because you're still riding those two previous orgasms

It does take your pussy time to adjust to being pounded into over and and over but Doppio takes it slow

Constantly checks in with you, asking if it feels good for you

Keeps his thumb on your clit the whole time, giggling when your hips jump from the stimulation

You're so fun to tease, and really fucking loud for someone who was a virgin just a little while ago

He's getting close, speeding up until the slapping sounds are almost overlapping with each other

His laughter turns into growls which he knows you love to listen to

But there's something you love more, his fangs biting at you

This time he chooses the inside of your palm, kissing over the bite right as the two of you reach climax together

He's got more stamina, a lot more but he will take it slow with you

Don't worry, pretty soon you'll be able to match him, and then the two of you can go for hours

[cherubdollyy]

NSFW ABC - Michael Myers

18+ MDNI - AN: reader is gender neutral/no pronouns. CW: really soft c n c - domination + BD SM - violence and gore - knife play - choking, slapping etc - slight voyeurism 

I reeeeealllllly enjoyed writing this one even though Michael isn't even my fave (sorry mm fans)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - A little cold and awkward at first but eventually he'll put an arm around you and just accept you cuddling up to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - He's come to love his eyes. He always thought of his stare as cold and monstrous, another weapon for him to use, but the way you look straight into his soul and aren't scared away is something he adores. The same goes for you, he loves your eyes, how innocent they can be. Looking at the world with kindness and seeing beauty where he couldn't.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - He's kind of a neat freak so he doesn't like leaving a mess. He'll lick up every drop from you until you're ready to cum all over again. He loves forcing his load down the back of your throat so you have to swallow every last drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He doesn't keep these things secret because he's ashamed, they're just things you haven't discovered yet. He'll watch you through your windows, he'll follow you to make sure you're okay. He'll take your underwear with him so it's like you're always there and after a killing he'll wrap them round his cock and and masturbate with them. He does have a fantasy of following you after work at night and grabbing you aside to have his way with you but he doesn't want to scare you off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - He's seen people having sex but until now he's never done it himself. I feel like he's tried  to with victims but with all the screaming he just ends up shutting them up with a knife to the vocal chords and not bothering. Let's face it, he doesn't really have the social skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - Anything dominant. As boring as it sounds he really does love missionary and the way he grabs your wrists with one hand and your throat with the other, nothing could be hotter. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He has his funny little moments but he's very deadpan (remember the sheet with the glasses, he's a goofy boy.)

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He keeps things quite trim down there. Same goes for his nails, beard etc and he has a little shower routine 👉👈 Gets his soap and washcloth, his razor and his towel neatly folded ready for a bath after a night of killing. I like to imagine that he's interested in your face masks and you rope him into doing them every week. It's come to be something he secretly really enjoys. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He's quite cold and domineering, pushing and pulling you into whatever position he wants you in. But occasionally  in these moments of lust he'll brush the hair out of your face or linger on your lips a little longer after you kiss him. It's these moments you know, that he's never shared with anyone else, that are him showing his love to you in a way so deep he can't express it verbally. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - We already know about the underwear situation but other than that he doesn't masturbate much. He has a mutual masturbation kink where he'll pretend to hide in the wardrobe and watch you walk over to your bed, pleasuring yourself and calling out his name gripping the sheets as you reach your climax. All the while he's tucked away amongst your clothes pumping furiously to your moans. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - Domination. BDSM. He loves to control you, have power over you and see you helplessly tied up waiting to receive whatever he's about to do to you. He loves knife play. Tracing his blade up and down, gently at first and then more and more, drawing blood from your soft supple skin. Hearing you whimper as he slices gently into you, knowing you can't see for the blindfold. Choking you, edging you, getting to the point of breaking you and that's when he'll untie you, free you of your bonds and give you your release. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - Pretty much just in the house as he thinks of it as your territory, mainly in the bedroom but also the living room. He'll walk in covered in blood, knife dropping to the floor and stride over to where you're cosied up on the couch reading a book and you get butterflies knowing what's about to go down. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - After a kill can be a nerve wracking time for him because he has all this excess energy to get out and one way he knows to  is to have you. He tends to worry that he'll hurt you as he kind of blacks out during these periods but the touch of your hand on his face brings him back to reality and you always know just what to do to help him get his release. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He is never letting the tables get turned on him. There's no way you're going to be tying him up and dominating him. Any time you try and tease him by pulling away from his cock and giving the head soft kisses, looking up at him with knowing eyes, he'll grab your hair and use you to finish himself off making you gag on his length as punishment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He tends to prefer getting head over giving it but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going down on you too. He tends to prefer using his hands over his mouth so he can choke and slap you as you cum. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - Fast, hard and powerful. He knows how to use slow strokes to drive you insane, using his overwhelming strength to hold your hips in place so you can't take control. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - He comes across things in victims homes that he'll tell you about as a "What is this?" and "How do we use it?". If he likes the sound of it you'd order one of your own to play with and you notice on the days when you're waiting for it to arrive he's the one sprinting to the door when the post arrives. The disappointment on his still face is so obvious to you when it's just a bill in his hands, he shoves it over a little rougher than he meant. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - Michael is actually very careful with you. He's very methodical when setting up and he's aware of the human body. He's aware that he's much stronger than the average man, he knows how much is too much. Sometimes getting you tied up takes so long that's the part he loves. Slowly moving around the room while you're lying there helpless and blindfolded, not knowing when he's going to attack. Sometimes he never does and lets you lie there dripping. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - He has inhuman strength and regeneration powers so he could literally go forever. Honestly it's over when he's done. Sometimes it's quick and he's satisfied. Sometimes a victim gets away or he's interrupted and he needs the whole night to take out his frustrations on you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - You might mention things to him, explain what you want to try out and he'd be more than happy to oblige. You soon realised he has a way with being dominant and favours having control over you. Whether it's through mental games or physical means. He particularly likes edging you with vibrators etc while you're tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He likes playing games with you. Not overtly sexual, telling you to stay put and wait for him until he gets back which turns out to be hours later. You're so grateful to finally see him and get your reward but he goes to the bathroom to clean up and you can't do anything but stand there, aching for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - He's fairly quiet but as he thrusts harder his breathing gets heavier, moaning briefly into your skin, growling even, like a low purr.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very protective of you and he'll tail you when you're going to work etc. You won't notice him at first but after a little while you'll catch on but keep it to yourself because it makes him feel needed and you appreciate the gesture.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's fairly lean, very strong with a somewhat toned body. He's LONG, like even when he's soft he's packing!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - He's not a super cuddly and affectionate person but he is pretty needy when it comes to you. Once he starts exploring with you and knowing what you like he wants it a lot. It's a good outlet for him but he also loves to make you feel good. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - He often stays awake for a while, lying there while you fall asleep on his chest. He's a bit on alert after being so vulnerable and he wants to protect you and your space so he stays up for a bit and maybe wanders around the house whilst being butt ass naked of course.

[demonsword586]

Leviathan Bloodshed story part 3

(Whew,I'm glad the parts after the prolouge aren't so long yet give quite a bit of content. Now that I'm rereading his story,I feel like he's getting greener every part. Oh! Also I might not post the next one till weekend,getting visits tomorrow+ got a lot of irl work to do. Wish you all a fun and non-stressful day!)

Leviathan's clothes which now looked more like rags than anything else were now tattered and completlly non-functional.

The more of his skin was exposed,the more scars were revealed.

But neither you or Leviathan felt any pain or pity for it. Instead you were both excited by the increased skin showing.

Click,click-

Before you knew it,Leviathan moved on and unbuckled your pants.

Judging from what you felt between your buttocks and behind your back,his pants have long been pulled down.

Mc: You stay still. You're a patient.

With that said,you slipped your pants and underwear under your buttocks before grabbing Leviathan's penis between your butt crack.

Leviathan: Ungh...wait...

Leviathan ended up closing his eyes.

You also tilted your head,sharing the sweet sensation between your legs.

You hadn't even put it in,yet Leviathan was acting like you swallowed him whole.

You could feel that your weight,your grip on his shirt,your skin against his,were turning him on.

You even started rocking your hips up and down,Leviathan also rocked his hips to match.

The wet clothes and skin rubbed against each other,creating a lustful sound going slap,slap,slap...

Mc: (What should I do,this alone makes me want to come..)

You bit down on your lower lip and thought,but your body didn't stop at all.

Mc: Leviathan,wait,I...think I'm c-

Leviathan: .....

Leviathan rocked you harder as though he coudn't hear you.

You wanted to rub Leviathan's penis against something more forward, sensitive and not between your buttcheeks.

You stradled Leviathan's chest,pressing your chest against his and stuck out your bottom.

Leviathan grimaced from pleasure and grabbed your sides.

Leviathan: Are you tired?

Mc: No,it's just...I prefer this...

If Leviathan thought you were pathetic,you had nothing to say about it.

But far from considering you to be pathetic,Leviathan began to rub his shaft against your center.

You shuddered,alternately being rubbed against your wet underwear that had climbed precariously down and Leviathan's bare skin.

Mc: Hnn...! Hnnnn!!!

Leviathan: Ha..

Leviathan's sweet sigh tickled your forehead.

You didn't forget to rock him as you diligently moved your mouth.

(bg changes to Leviathan smirking like he's the hottest deer around)

All the skin that was exposed through the torn clothes was blackened with your hickies.

And on your body,on the exact same spots,there were red marks that appeared with sucking sensations.

Each time you sucked on Leviathan's skin,he sped up.

Then he suddenly stopped as though he was flooring the brakes.

Mc: What's wrong? Are you alright? Is it because you're hurt?

Leviathan: ..No

Leviathan smiled picturesquely with a lewd look on his face.

Leviathan: It looks like neither you nor myself wish to reach climax yet.

You did once think he resembled a pure and innocent deer...

Mc: (Oh my...There can't be such a lewd deer like this.)

Leviathan: You. You're completely wet.

The moment you finished thinking,Leviathan spoke in an alluring voice and stroked from between your butt crack and back.

Mc: Uhh...?!?!

It resulted in you shudder with sudden pleasure and then reaching a shallow climax.

But before you could even feel the aftermath of your climax,Levithan began to move again.

He was a horribly injured patient,but the ecstasy that controlled his brain and body seemed to overcome it.

The same went for you as well.

Mc: Leviathan, Leviathan..

When Leviathan's hand moved away from his private area to outwardly touch yours,you called his name as though you were drooling.

Soon,the finger making wet sounds frequented your hole shallowly.

You bit your lips and tightened,and loosened around the finger that entered you.

Then Leviathan's penis that you weren't even touching swelled even more and kept tapping your bottom.

Mc: (This is unbelievable..I can feel this good...in a situation like this?!)

Not only had you already come although he wasn't even inside you,Leviathan was also gasping roughly and feeling you.

The feeling of sex had no intention of settling,instead it only hightened.

(Bg changes to Levi looking like his pp is about to explode)

Just then,Leviathan grimaced as though in pain and grabbed your thigh,

Leviathan: This isn't enough...at this rate..

Leviathan was steadily reaching climax,but he pleaded you for bigger stimulation as though it wasn't enough.

When you looked lost,Leviathan held the Chackram of light that was embedded in his body.

Mc: Leviathan,that will open your wounds!!

Leviathan: I don't think so. Not if you do it.

Leviathan meant it.

You felt your changeable conscience and guilt raise their heads again...

Leviathan: Please...

Snap-!

The string of rationality or the borders of your morality snapped loudly inside you.

You sat up,staring at Leviathan with your eyes so seized with excitement you could almost feel your mind going black.

Then,you held the blade of light embedded in his body and began to move it roughly.

Leviathan: Ha,hnn,uhh...!

Unspeakable pain spread out through your body as well.

It was such a thrilling pain that you thought you would black out at the slightest wrong touch.

But pleasure bigger than that soon covered it.

You could feel the sheer affection and desire in the touch,and the knowledge that you were turning him into a mess,filling Leviathan to the brim.

Each time you shook the Chakram of light,Leviathan's wounds were exposed in all their glory,but his moans increased proportionately.

Mc: Leviathan...

Leviathan: Ugh,you...How can you...make me...

He didn't continue.

How can I torment you this much?

How can I lust after you like this?

Mc: ( Or...How can I like you this much?)

You guessed the words Leviathan swallowed and rocked harder.

Just then,a drop of rain that fell down Leviathan's eyes flowed down.

At the sight of what looked like tears,you felt goosebumps rise all over your body.

Mc: (If..if I do something worse...!)

You stood up.

(bg changes to Levi looking like a little kitten in the rain)

And took your shoes off,and then- stepped on Leviathan's cheek with your bare foot.

[k-atsukibakugou]

Hey…It’s me again how would Katsuki react if you told him “Make me” when he tells you to shut the fuck up? 👀….

w/c: 0.5k warnings: not edited at awllllll, f! reader x bakugou, a lil rough notes: hihihihi thank u for ur ask!! im so sorry it took me so long i was stuck staring at it Forever i love talking ab this stupid man i need him on a level i cannot describe

i imagine this as a sidekick and pro hero dynamic, where you’re a little younger and newer, overly excitable about everything, even early in the mornings or on the late night patrols, constantly trying to make conversation with him, i mean if you’re going to be working by his side for the foreseeable future why not try to be friendly?

it all comes to a climax after working with each other for about three weeks now, three long weeks for bakugou to try and zone you out, to give you clipped answers for you to get the hint to just shut up, three weeks of trying to palm you off to another hero at the agency, unfortunately for him, your quirk worked best alongside him.

you ignored his crass attitude, putting up with people like him was just part of the job for you, something to move past and get on with your patrol, paperwork, or interview, whatever it was you had to do when he was annoying you. and god did he annoy you, waiting until his back was turned for your face to sour, just as hellbent on remaining cheery as he was to be a pain in the ass. he was good for your career, you'd remind yourself after every patrol, after every roll of his eyes, after another snippy comment from the muscular blond. it boosted your popularity signing on with his agency, cracking the top 100 just by announcing it, only gaining popularity and publicity working alongside him. but you're cracking, every time he demands you walk behind him instead of beside, cracks deepening each time he glares at you with those red eyes that feel like they're looking through you, finally shattering one last time when he’d turn around so fast he had to grab your shoulders to stop you running into him.

it was a dark, cold, late night, nearing 4am, towards the end of your patrol, and he was sick of hearing you talk, he was too tired and there wasn’t enough energy drinks in the world to give him the energy to engage with this,“shut. the fuck. up.”

his gloved hands are still holding your shoulders tight, leaving you nowhere else to look but up into his eyes, your own blazing with a new anger at him, too exhausted to filter the words forming on your tongue, “make. me.”

you match his tone, sure your lips are curled in a snarl similar to his own, wondering if killing him right here would be worth exchanging your hero costume for a prison uniform. reaching a hand up, you yank his hand off your shoulder, storming past him, being sure to bump his shoulder with your own, hard, continuing down the alleyway, only making it a few feet before he’d catch up again, pushing you against the closest wall before you could blink.

Brick’s pressed hard to your chest, uncomfortably digging into any exposed skin, his thick arm across the top of your back to pin you in place, smirking lips beside the shell of your hear at your tiny gasp and whimper, “that’s the best idea that’s come out of your mouth.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 9

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Lloyd's tour of the house is a wave of his hand. He leaves without pretense, quickly coming down the other side of his climax. You feel stunned, cocooned in embarrassment as you stand numbly by the door for a moment before finally regaining a semblance of autonomy.

You look around. You can't help but think of how your measly home compares in his mind. Another rung lower.

You peer through the doorways on the lower level. Do you just start? The place isn't that messy but maybe a once over wouldn't be a bad idea. At least, a distraction.

After more cautious searching, you find the kitchen. You rinse off your face with warm water and paper towel, nearly gagging as you wipe away the shame. Trying to forget your degradation, you start on your mission for supplies. Organic, non-toxic cleaners, some gloves, and sponges. In the closet, barely discernible from the rest of the wall, you pull out the mop and broom. You slide the door shut, turning with a start as you sense a shift in the air.

"Aren't you an eager beaver?" Lloyd remarks, "haven't even got your… uniform."

He holds up a black garment and you wrinkle your nose at the lack of fabric. The white frills along the skirt and sleeves match the small apron drooping from the middle, the straps woven through the loops. The off-the-shoulder cut isn't practical, not for your task or your size, and the skirt is without a doubt too short.

"Don't forget to get rid of whatever granny panties you got on," he mocks as he shoves the outfit against your chest, "remember, you need to always be ready for me… but it's just as fun if you're not."

You grab the dress and flick your lashes tritely, "right."

"Right?" He echoes.

You exhale, "thank you."

"Thank you…." He leads.

You bite down on your cheek and repress the flash of anger, "thank you, daddy."

He chuckles, "I love that little twitch," he pokes your cheek, "when I really piss you off. It's almost endearing. Almost."

He cradles your face as his thumb pokes at your lips and he shoves it into your mouth. He groans and lets out a heavy breath, "fuck, you got a nice mouth." He gives a dramatic shiver and forces his finger deeper, "well, when you use it right."

He rips his hand away and wipes his finger on your shirt. He spins on his heel and claps, "chop chop."

You sneer at his back and wait for him to leave. He strides off lackadaisical and you look down at the dress. It can always get worse. He makes sure of that.

💎

The dress is too small. It's expected. It's either deliberate, to add to your discomfort, or unintentionally flattering, thinking you smaller than you are. You suspect the former.

Your chest is barely restrained, the slender straps that hook over your shoulders do little to help keep the bodice from slouching under the weight of your chest. The skirt is short enough that even standing still has the air tickling the bottom of your ass, and the fabric is sheer enough that you feel entirely exposed. You hide in the bathroom, reluctantly gathering up your clothes.

This is the worst of it. You don't want him to see this. To see those parts of you you could hardly show your own husband. The stretch marks, the dimpled flesh, the pudge that sticks out in all the wrong places…

It's only the reverberating chime of the doorbell that draws you away from your self-hatred. You wait and it comes again, then a holler from somewhere beyond the bathroom. "Oh, little miss homemaker…" Lloyd chirps.

You turn to the door. You urge yourself out, gulping down your insecurity. Maybe this is good. He'll see what he's bought isn't what he expected. But then, what will you do?

You emerge and stop as you notice the heeled maryjanes waiting beside the door. You leave your clothes on a nearby console table and step into the shoes. You go into the airy entryway, clicking across the mosaiced marble.

A third ring and you open the door, hiding behind it as you greet the woman on the other side. She holds a large leather folio and a man stands at her back with a cart laden with boxes. You blink, dumbly.

"Delivery for Mr. Hansen," she announces.

You smile sheepishly, Hansen? "Lloyd?"

"Our weekly delivery. We only need access to the kitchen," she holds out the folio, "all else is within."

You take the book and nod in confusion. You hold the door, careful to remain as obscured as possible as they enter. The know exactly where to go so you don't bother following. Instead you flip through the pages inside the leather cover… directions for food prep. Ah, why would that man ever do anything for himself, yet you wonder about your predecessor.

Surely he had a hired maid prior, and maybe a cook. You suppose you're a cheaper option.

You close the book and hold it across your front as the woman and man return with the empty cart.

"All put away, label and sorted," she assures, "have a good day, miss."

"Um, yes, you too," you return and quickly close the door at their departure.

You go into the kitchen and put the book on the center island. You suppose this won't be as different. You're still cooking and cleaning after an indifferent man, only your work may be a touch more involved.

You go to the fridge, the glass door reveals everything within. On the side, a colour coded schedule of meals held up by slender gold magnets. You squint and teeter in the shoes, already missing your scuffed and squeaky runners.

A sudden impact has you yelping, two large hands slap your ass and grope them greedily as Lloyd traps you between him and the counter. You hadn't heard him, your fright palpable as your heart beats and he purrs against your crown. He wiggles his hips lewdly against you as he squeezes you.

"Damn, you fill that out good, doll face," he taunts, "whatcha doing?"

"Uh," you brace the counter as he crushes your stomach into it, "gonna start… cleaning."

"Mmm," he inhales your scent and rocks you with him, "caterers came?"

"Yes," he pinches you as his hands crawl around to your thighs, "er, daddy."

"It gets sweeter each time you say it," he toys with the skirt before he parts, "give me a gander."

"Well, I should just get started–"

"Give me a spin," he snaps his fingers as he steps further back, an arm across his chest as he reaches to stroke his chin.

You blanch and edge away from the counter, turning stiffly in the heels. You fold your hands in front of your, trying to shield yourself behind your straight arms. He tuts.

"Ah, shy?"

You purse your lips. That's worse. Him sensing your uncertainty, seeing how much you hate yourself. More than you could ever hate him.

"No," you lie.

He brings his thumb up to his mouth and bites it, narrowing his eyes as he considers you. He hums. You frown.

"Well," he drops his hand with a huff, "I'm hard again."

[firstyok]

The "505" Significance in "Only Friends"

During the process of Q2, Khaotung posted a section of lyrics of 505 - a legendary song by Arctic Monkeys. Now, since it was Khaotung who posted this, and as we know Sand is a huge fan of Arctic Monkeys from his wall posters, it is factually safe to assume this song is a part of the SandRay story, and I have enough of proof for that! If you don't know about Sand's obsession with AM, refer to this post by @catbiodolor

505 is a song of heart break, one-sided or unrequited love, portrayed with raw emotions and a compelling lyrical melody. Now, before you all freak out; It also refers to a person who is so in love with another, but the other one remains aloof and distant, not wanting to settle with the other.

We clearly know that this perfectly matches up with what we've seen in the Only Friends Trailer. Sand is the one who wants an exclusive relationship with Ray, but Ray doesn't want to settle with Sand, because he has a crush on Mew. Symbolically, we can assume that Sand is the protagonist, who is singing the song 505 ( again, he the actual musician in the show ) and he is talking about Ray, through the Song. Basically, the song is from Sand's perspective when he expresses his love and thoughts on Ray.

The Lyrical Significance

The song begins with this forever iconic line,

"I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs"

Sand is literally longing for Ray. He emphasizes that he is willing to go long lengths and miles and miles ( metaphorically in distance and in efforts ) for pursuing Ray.  505 is a Hotel Room number in the song. It could also mean that SandRay may have had a moment in a particular hotel room or a place, and he desperately keeps going back there, in hopes that Ray will be there, just the same as he was with him the last time.

Khaotung had specifically posted his part of the lyrics;

"Stop and wait a sec

When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked"

Sand is hopelessly falling for Ray, especially that's what the lyrics mean. Maybe it is about his stares or his hands around his neck, Sand knows he will take Ray back anytime, if he ever wants to be with him. The line, "I'd probably still adore" signifies that it has been quite a while since Ray broke his heart, but Sand still has a little hope in the corner of his, that Ray may give in to him one day.

The Climax of the song hits like Sand is screaming, releasing his frustration from heartbreak;

"But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon"

The last part of the song is the most intense. Here, it seems like Sand admits that Ray is his biggest weakness. He keeps pursuing him with several ways and efforts, but at the end, Ray always sends him back with a goodbye. This makes Sand impatient and way more desperate and fucked up.

End Notes

Apart from the juicy stuff and fun social times, SandRay story is going to be sorta angsty, atleast initially. But as the story proceeds, I have faith, things will gradually come to place piece by piece, I mean c'mon we believe in P'Jojo, after all. Sand just have to suffer a little bit, rip us. Ray, please have some mercy on our Sand baby, and don't hurt him too much, okay?

That's all for my 505 and Only Friends TedTalk! Bye Bye!

[tettatonin]

HEAVEN AND BACK (REUPLOAD) ︰ miyuki , eijun , furuya , haruichi

⠀⠀⠀⠀— their kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. MIYUKI: edging, implied overstimulation. EIJUN: blowjob, throat/face fucking, praise. FURUYA: fingering, toru being ambidextrous, slight size kink. HARUICHI: sub!haruichi, oral (f receiving), handjob, vibrator.

notes: just an old post i wanted to fix up while also finally and officially putting daiya on my blog <33 totally not bc im in another writing slump

MIYUKI KAZUYA

+ EDGING. OVERSTIMULATION. miyuki can give you everything you want and take it away from you as he pleases. the power trip of having you at his fingertips just really gets to him. he wants you to enjoy yourself, sure, but not without him getting a piece and absolutely ruining it for his own self pleasure.

miyuki doesn't have to tell you that he gets off watching you struggle, it's simple enough to understand just being with him. even when he won't admit such a thing to your face, expressing it in ways that would make you keen for him to get to the end of his foreplay. he'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy doing it to himself either, kissing your neck to keep his thoughts straight.

he moved his hips slowly, seething through his teeth at the tight, closing feeling of being seconds away from orgasm for the fifth time tonight. you were in the same boat with your bottom lip swollen from being bitten down on, pussy throbbing for release.

"had enough?" miyuki asks you with a slight grin, lifting his face out of the crook of your neck. "y'know i wanna fuck you just as much as you do, you just cum so easy on my cock."

you try and hold back a laugh but it slips, your boyfriend's expression dropping a bit. "sorry." you cover your mouth.

"oh, so its like that, huh?" he raises his eyebrows, sitting back up and holding you by the underside of your knees, locking your legs to your chest. "you want it like that?"

miyuki pounds into you hard, the bed creaking under the weight. though his pace wasn't bruising, still keeping that silent oath of edging himself and you, but he was hitting your sweet spot with every snap of his hips. and when your eyes screw shut and your mouth parts in a silent scream, he knows he's won.

"wait! kazu— ya," your words broke by the syllables with his thrusts. "fu— ck! please, don't stop!"

like hell i would, he thinks while adjusting his pace, switching to a quick and steady rhythm that has your eyelids fluttering shut.

you've been edged for far too long, your climax building up fast as miyuki bullied your sweet spot. his stomach tightened at your face that twisted in pleasure, cock throbbing inside you as the height of his climax matched yours before he rides out his high, or so you thought.

"aww, don't tap out yet, princess." he coos, the rhythm of his hips picking back up again. "you said 'don't stop', right?"

SAWAMURA EIJUN

+ BLOWJOBS. PRAISE. as much as eijun likes to take care of you, he loves being pampered. something about you sucking him off after a long week of training just sends him into a state he wouldn't trade for the world. you're so good to him with your body that he'd still reward you with praises that would make your stomach tighten.

eijun leaned back into the headboard, relaxing his body to enjoy the moment to its full extent. you were propped up on your elbows, laying on your stomach between his legs with your mouth sucking on half his length while your hand pumps at what can't fit.

your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing him a bit while his cheeks flushed a shade of pink. he swallowed a moan as you took in more of him, his hand instinctively covering his mouth.

you look up at his flushed expression with a smile, a satisfied hum vibrating around his dick just before you pull off with a pop.

"something wrong, eijun?" you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes as you stroke him, making sure to tightly part your middle and index finger at the tip.

he lets out a shaky breath, his reply caught in his throat and all that comes out is a strained noise.

"hm?" you lick up a pearl of precum off the tip, sucking on it gently while waiting for a reply.

he shakes his head. 

"n-no, 's nothing you just— fuck, you feel so good." he barely gets to finish his sentence when you take him all the way to the base without warning. "mouth's so good for me." he sighs.

with your lips tight around his girth and your hand massaging his balls, his own shameful whines cut him off every time he tried to speak. not to mention the occasional jerk of his hips that had you grasping firmly at his thighs from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

"deeper, please, baby." he pleads, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear to sugarcoat the request. "want more."

obediently, you took him all the way for the last time, stilling your motion when the tip touches your throat. eijun's lips were parted slightly, the bottom one red and a little swollen from being bitten down on as you looked up at him.

the taste of his precum made your throat itch but still you bob your head gently, a string of moans falling from his lips the more you moved.

"yes, yes! fuck— just like that." he said, hands reaching to grab the sides of your face, his fingers lacing through your hair. "more.. need more, please, you're doing so good."

eijun times the controlled bob of your head with the raise of his hips, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs with the continuous touch of his tip to your throat.

"fuck, hah, you're gonna make me cum." he pants, already on the edge of release.

your eyes started to sting with tears from the lack of air and drool started to dribble down your chin. you look up at him desperately but he returns it with a look that said 'just a little more'.

and with a stuttered moan, he blows his load down your throat. your nose touches the skin above his cock while you swallow everything he gives you, the contraction of your throat making him sob just before you pull off with a gasp for air.

FURUYA SATORU

+ FINGERING. WHEN YOU SAY HIS NAME. furuya's size often slips his mind, forgetting that he's much bigger than you and that his fingers alone he could press up to that sweet spot in you with ease and that two were enough to make you feel so full. still, he still pushes for that warmth your cunt envelops him in along with the chant of his name as you get closer and closer to release.

furuya's lips rest on the skin of your neck as you lay on your back. he was propped up beside you with two fingers slowly thrusting into you, digits parted slightly to stretch you out. with his other hand he brushes a bit of hair from your face, watching with low lidded eyes.

"you okay?" he asks in a low whisper, littering a few kisses along your jaw.

you nod at the query, an assuring hum turning into a pleasured sigh when he hits a sensitive spot.

he pulls his fingers out of you, stomach tightening at how wet you've gotten with just his fingers.

"just a little more." he whispers, continuing to kiss gently along your jaw.

"satoru, i think its enough." you told him, gripping at his wrist.

he shook his head before his lips met yours, moving to kiss you deeper. his tongue pushed into your mouth, a moan coming out of him when you sucked on it. it has you melting, grip loosening as he slides his fingers between your folds, using his sense of touch to feel how much more slick he can gather before pushing them back in.

"not yet," he says breathlessly, a thin string of saliva connecting his lip to yours for a moment before he breaks away to shift in his position again. "not done with you yet."

he gets up from his place beside you, taking off his boxers and sitting between your legs instead.

he lets out a sigh when the cool air touches the tip, precum coating the head from the minutes he'd spent fingering you, listening and feeling how your body reacted to him. and god was he hard, so painfully hard from not being able to touch himself while doing so.

"wait—" you gasp, slender digits entering and pressing right up against your sweet spot again.

furuya gave his focus to your cunt, mesmerized by the glistening sheen and the sounds of you echoing throughout the room. his thought process felt hazy and fucking you had almost slipped his mind as he wrapped his left hand around his cock, already pumping to the bruising pace he was fingering you in.

"f-fuck, shit," he seethes as his eyelids suddenly start to weigh like iron from the pleasure, but he keeps them open for you. low lidded and clouded with lust.

"satoru, please. don't wanna cum yet."

not yet. not yet. he thinks, panting too hard and too engulfed in pleasure to tell you.

he could only feel the warmth of your walls around him, senses overflowing with impatience as he curls his fingers on one hand and tightens his grip with the other, giving special attention to the spot that makes you tighten. and when your walls clench around him one last time, he pulls you in close, hands wet with precum and slick but you could care less as your arms rest above your head.

furuya hovers over you, broad shoulders casting a shadow over your frame from the setting 4 o'clock sun for a moment before he rests on his forearms. the view from another perspective makes it look like he was trapping you under him from how big he was as the tip lines with your entrance, his hips move to push it in and you both gasp at the feeling. he rests his head in the crook of your neck when he builds up a steady rhythm, muffling his breathy moans against your skin but you can hear him so clearly while his hands try to find yours.

"so good," he sighs, his fingers loosely lacing with yours once he finds you. "can you— can you say my name? please?"

the hold he has on your hands anchors him, the curl of your fingers to his keeping him from slipping too far into self indulgence like before.

"satoru... faster." you moan, his pace changing at your command and stuffing you close to the hilt with quick, shallow thrusts. "fuck, you feel so good."

his stomach tightens at the praise. "gonna— gonna cum," he pants, kissing your neck to keep him from moaning too loud. "inside... wanna do it inside."

furuya didn't sound like he was asking, so you wrap your legs around his waist for assurance, heels digging into his lower back to bring him closer when his hips stutter.

he lifts his head out of the space in your neck, face hot and cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he kisses you slow and sloppy in another effort to suppress his moans again. but you can still hear them, you can feel them and how they intensify the closer he gets.

"cumming, cumming— satoru!" you moan when he pulls away.

you clench around him, strings of curses flowing out until his hips still, burying himself to the hilt.

KOMINATO HARUICHI

+ HANDJOBS. ORAL. he just looks so pretty with his glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. whether he's sitting on your lap, whimpering and nodding mindlessly at your words while you toy with his cock in your hand, or between your legs with his lips sucking your clit with fervor, haruichi's at your mercy.

haruichi sits on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hand strokes up and down his length in a steady motion. he moans against your lips, pleasure having washed over him and cut short many times.

he'd worked hard this week, balancing college studies and baseball training at the same time, so you gave him a remote, the small device clutched in his hand for the vibrator that whirred at a medium setting in you, a little bit of an extra reward. but you have a feeling that he's forgotten all about it, far too distracted by the pleasure you brought him.

his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton but he kept them open, watching your hand twist and pump around him with a sheen of precum and spit coating your skin.

"a lil' more, haru? 's getting dry." you request, slowing your pace.

haruichi opens his mouth, tongue lolling out to let a drop of spit fall onto the tip.

"thank you, baby." you smile, planting kisses from his cheek to his neck. "you feeling okay?"

he nods, swallowing thick to get rid of any potential stutter. "feels good.. so, so good— please, don't stop."

he rolls his hips, an adorable attempt to aid you in helping him reach his high.

"aww, don't worry. 'm never gonna stop." you coo. "gonna make you cum like you deserve, pretty boy. and," with your free hand you reach behind your neck where his hands rest, tapping the one that clutched the vibrator remote. "turn this up a bit, wanna feel good with you too."

his hands fumble with the remote, pushing the switch up a level. the bullet vibrating against your sweet spot earns a moan out of you, the sound had haruichi throbbing in your hand even as your pace faltered for a moment.

he pulls you in closer, opting to kiss you and drink in your moans while you stroked him on your lap.

"so pretty, haru." you comment between kisses. "my pretty boy with the prettiest cock."

his stomach tightens at your words, the praise making his vision hazy.

"want me to go faster?" you press your lips to his cheek. "'you worked so hard this week, so tell me. tell me what you want, 's okay."

it takes him a moment to relax and find the words he wants to tell you. you were already doing him so good and he was already so close, but speeding up the process shouldn't hurt.

"faster— please. i— i wanna cum so bad." he whines. "jus'— wanna cum, please."

you gladly pick up the pace, one hand twisting around his length while the other rubs the tip. haruichi's moans only increased in volume and it got harder and harder to hold back and savor the moment, his high coming up faster than he wanted.

"cumming, cumming!" he whines, desperately pressing his lips to yours as he spills all over your hand.

you take in his moans, tongues pressed together in a sloppy kiss. haruichi comes down from his high while you're about to reach yours, the fact of it evident in your moans and your panting breath when he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to yours.

he trails kisses from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, down your neck and to your chest, then finally stopping at your lower stomach. haruichi looks up at you as his lips latch onto your clit, lapping and sucking on it gently, actions drawing sweet moans out of you.

the remote's still grasped tightly in his hand, his thumb turning up the intensity to its highest before setting it on the floor. his hands hold onto your thighs as they clasp around his head, burying himself deeper into your cunt as you come so close to your release.

you moan out his name, the sound of it making his eyes roll back in pleasure and the his focus on your clit nearly breaks.

you part your thighs, allowing him room to breathe. slick covered him from his cheeks to his chin and pink dusted over his cheeks as he caught his breath, pulling the vibrator out of you by the string to turn it off. he brings his face closer to your pussy again, flattening his tongue to lick up a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, swallowing the slick pooled on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya saw this first but here it is again 😵😵 ++ @fsh1gvro @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12 (i'm sorry for the tag sumi but i rmbed u rlly like furuya sooo)

[l1tw1ck]

Birthday Boy

Bottom!FTM!Kazuha x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language used

Contains: Strip Tease, Nipple Play, Lingerie, Cockwarming

Words: 618

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You sit down on the bed wearing just your boxers as Kazuha instructed. You wait until your boyfriend walks into the room, a slight smirk on his face.

Kazuha's wearing a robe similar to the color palette and pattern of his usual clothing along with a thin white shirt and his favorite shorts. You watch as he slowly removes the robe, letting it fall to floor. He then takes his hair tie off and lets his hair fall to it's full length.

His hands move to his chest, playing with his nipples teasingly. Kazuha told you not to do anything without his permission so you continue watching him, you accepted his conditions since it's his birthday. He pulls his hands away, the sight of his nipples poking through his shirt makes it even harder to stay put.

Kazuha takes his shorts off, revealing his red lingerie. He rubs himself through the lacy fabric while using his other hand to continue playing with his nipple. He looks at you then at your hard-on and decides to take pity on you.

He pulls his shirt off completely, showing you a lacy bra that matches his underwear. Kazuha walks over to you and pulls your underwear down. He moves his panties to the side and sinks down onto you.

You roll your head back, grateful to finally be inside Kazuha. He takes your hands and brings them to his chest. You get the hint and move your hands underneath his bra, pulling at his already sore nipples.

"Kazuha-" You whine. "Let me move, please."

Kazuha ignores you, making hickeys on your neck.

"Kazuha.."

He pulls away from your neck. "Beg me for it."

You bite your lip. "Please, please let me fuck you Kazuha." You look at him with pleading eyes. "I wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please."

He smiles. "Okay."

You grab his sides and turn around, pushing him onto the bed and positioning his legs into the air and holding them to help you thrust into him. You slam into him enthusiastically, immediately breaking down Kazuha's dominant farce.

"Ye- yes~!" Kazuha moans. "Mo- more~ fuck~!"

You look down at him, a dark but lustful expression on your face. You land a harsh smack on his little cock, making him jolt and squeak in pleasure. "You little tease."

"'M sorry~!"

You laugh, giving the same place another slap. "You're lucky it's your birthday."

Kazuha moans and tightens around you. You push his bra up and wrap your lips around his hard nipple, biting and pulling at it while one of your hands goes to twist it.

Kazuha's nipples are one of the most sensitive parts of his body and having you play with them while fucking him makes him go crazy.

His back arches, your attack on his nipples bringing him close to an orgasm. "Gh- gonna- ooh~ gonna come~!"

You keep toying with the swollen nubs on his chest to make him come. Kazuha's body attempts to suck your cock inside it, convulsing around it when his orgasm comes crashing down.

After he comes back from his high, you pull away from his nipple and lift his hips, chasing your own orgasm now.

Kazuha rolls his eyes back in pleasure, not minding the overstimulation.

"You want me to come inside you, right baby?" You move his body to fuck into him deeper.

Kazuha nods. "Please~!"

You smash your lips into his, kissing him roughly as you approach your climax. Kazuha melts into the kiss and whimpers when he feels you coming inside him.

You part from the kiss and look at Kazuha's face, red from the oxygen he lost from kissing you.

"Anything else you want, birthday boy?"

[loverlylight]

So I've made it pretty clear how much I love VHSCC, so since we don't know if there will be a way to watch this specific performance again once the digital tickets are no longer available, I wanted to write down some of my favorite bits that I don't see people talking about that much. Warning, this gets long, so apologies.

Acting:

-Line deliveries I loved: The Match Girl's increasing desperation when trying to sell the matches, "Bob Cratchit" in I'm The Ghost, Scrooge and Belle being so awkward and sweet together, "That's offensive, okay" when Scrooge said the Cratchits seem pretty poor, "I'll toast my hope that he dies" and "Makes you wonder how long he'll last" in Priceless, the Match Girl's "Woohoo!" in Christmas Day

-Physical acting I loved: Bob walking away and Scrooge stops him so he slowly walks back and sits down so he can have Bah Humbug yelled at him, Scrooge's little "no"s about the happiness about Christmas and then being like "yeah that's it" when Christmas Present is like maybe you're a greedy dick, Scrooge learning the Christmas Electricity dance, Jim and Della as the couple in The Final Ghost (Jim is SO happy Scrooge is dead!), Scrooge crossing his fingers when waiting to hear what day it is

-Pretty sure Curt flips off Scrooge after the "after you" gesture in Bah Humbug which is especially hilarious since he's pretty much in the Young Scrooge outfit at that point. Honestly though Curt's background acting is always fun.

-Brian is a great Fred in general, but I especially love the "even though you're a total dick" line and how he tries to hug Scrooge when he's about to leave.

-Love Jacob forcing Scrooge to sit down, but I also love the whole hand circling the face and slashing across his neck at the "your old partner who's dead" line.

-Look I know I'm showing favoritism here but Curt as baby Scrooge just looks like he's so sad but trying to be stoic about it and just poor kid. Also, it was only for a second but Curt and Lauren as Young Scrooge and his sister plus Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Past talking about her afterwards makes me cry so much. Especially them laughing in excitement about spending Christmas together, just...

-The "grateful I don't have what Tim has got" line is always hilarious, but I love how Peter takes the mike from his mom and is standing very quietly and politely before the very enthusiastically sung line and the awkward double shrug afterward.

-The "NO!" and the blue light and the spirit singing words for the first time and of course people have mentioned this but Scrooge pleading to the stone-faced people he refused to help is just... MAN. This whole song was amazing, but that climax was suitably climactic.

-Bob pulling Scrooge in for a hug, Marley holding his hand, Della patting his cheek, I'm gonna cry--

Music:

-How well Christmas Day, Bah Humbug, and the new opening number tie into each other, especially the Bah Humbug tune being prominent in the opening and the "past present and future" lines

-How well Christmas Day was rearranged to add the new parts of the story, those additions genuinely feel like they were meant to be there all along.

-Unless I'm forgetting something, the only time Meredith joins Clark in the narration is during Christmas Day, which even more makes it feel like it's Marley singing and not just as part of a chorus.

-The "Christmas Day" bit and "Christmas Eve" bits are very similar rhythmically but different tonally which is fun.

Staging/lighting/costuming/et cetera:

-The TV/VHS tape signifying death/the afterlife! While we do see Jim behind the TV at one point, the only people we see on the VHS tape part of the stage (apart from the band) are those who are dead/spirits. All the spirits in Christmas Carol enter the stage that way whenever they appear, as does the Grandma in the Match Girl, and the Match Girl herself steps onto the tape to signify her death. It also helps facilitate Meredith switching from being in the band to active story participant and AUGH it's so good!

-The backwards "c" on the Match Girl's sign

-The lighting during the song before Grandma Land! The lighting throughout the whole show is amazing, but almost all the time there's a lot of bright neon colors, so it's utilized amazingly when the colors cut out whenever the matches go out and it really sells you on the feeling of cold and isolation and stark reality.

-From what I can tell for the rest of the show only one of the rewind/pause/fast forward buttons are lit up at a time, but when all three spirits first appear they're all lit up at once.

-The Ghost of Christmas Present's outfit is awesome, the light-up shoes most of all <3

-I love all the sparkly outfits at Fred's party (I mean obviously all the costuming throughout the show is A++), but especially Lauren's dress and Curt's jacket. I want that jacket. I would have exactly zero occasion to wear it but still.

-Fred with the sparkly Santa hat and the sunglasses~

More Gift of the Magi thoughts:

-I love how much Curt and Janaya show how much Jim and Della love each other, why each of them loves the other and why the other loves them, it's just... Jim and Della are so clearly in love with each other and it's absolutely precious.

-The "21 dollars and zero cents" part is AMAZING.

-Even though losing what they cherish most stung in the moment, they're only thinking about the other person afterwards-- Della's worrying about her hair is more about what Jim will think and not her own loss, and Jim is so excited to come home and it's the "best Christmas Eve ever" even though he just gave up his watch.

-Jim in general is the personification of love and sunshine and has one of the most contagious smiles ever

Just silly things:

-Oh hey it's the second deadliest man alive from Spies Are Forever. Seems life took him on a better path this time, good for him.

-Another addition to the Lauren Lopez playing Curt Mega's mom collection.

-Look, if we're cool with the whole crossing over VHSCC and Hatchetfield concept, I want Peter Cratchit to be Pizza Pete. I know he's probably too young for it to make sense but I like the idea of Curt Mega selling the place to Curt Mega

[of-wildflowers-and-stars]

Would you write a part 2 for snippet #6? It could be from the villain's pov, as to explain how they disappeared, if you wanted and feel it's right for your story. Your writing brings light into my life, so thanks a million!

#6 part 2

part 1

Moonlight pooled below the windows, seeping into the floorboards and illuminating the unlit silver sconces lining the doorways. The dormitories had always been most beautiful at night, Villain thought distantly.

They’d been pacing the shadows of the hall for nearly an hour waiting for Hero to return. They’d intended to question them ruthlessly about their nightly outings. Hero wasn't quiet. Every floorboard creaked, door hinges whined, and Villain swore the very air itself made a noise wherever Hero went. Every night since their meeting at the library, Villain had had to listen to Hero’s noise echo through the silent halls. They were tired of being woken by their upstairs neighbor.

Their impatience reaching a climax, they turned back to their room. Perhaps they could get some sleep while Hero was out. 

It was colder in their room than they remembered. They flopped immediately under the covers of their bed. The wind rustled the papers on their desk. Villain sighed, taking in a deep breath of cold night air as the breeze played with their hair.

Their eyes shot open. They hadn't left the window open.

A pen knife met their temple as a shadow leaned over them.

“Where is it?” they hissed. The shadow shifted into the moonlight. Hero had a mask on the top half of their face, their wild eyes bright through the crudely cut holes.

“I’ve no idea what you're talking about,” Villain jerked away, falling off the bed. Hero was on top of them before they could stand, pinning them to the ground with their weight and the pen knife at their neck.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Hero spat, still in a whisper. Villain watched them frantically glance around the room, their wide eyes always returning to the walls.

“Hero,” Villain spoke at normal volume, making Hero jump, "you must be more specific than that.”

“The book villain” Hero matched Villain’s volume, as they’d hoped, "Where is the book?”

“Well, as you know Hero, I am quite the literate. There was a fantastic read on the theoretical usages of lichen if you would like a recommendation.”

Hero cried out in frustration, releasing Villain’ arms to grasp the head and sitting back on their heels. Villain felt a hot trickle on their neck from where Hero pulled away too quickly.

So much for a clean game.

“You–you have no idea–no idea–what you've done,” Hero gasped.

Villain bucked, throwing Hero off them. They kicked the knife under their bed and pressed a boot into Hero's chest.

“On the contrary, dear Hero, I believe that's all I have.” In reality, Villain wasn’t sure why Hero thought the book was so important. They’d lifted it from Hero’s bag after they'd overheard Hero whispering about it. Since then, they’d read through it multiple times and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was a standard, albeit ancient, spellbook, the margins crawling with generations of notes.

“Did you read it?” Hero gasped urgently,”Did you open it?”

Something made Villain uneasy. They eased their boot’s pressure on Hero’s chest. “Yes.”

Hero’s eyes rolled back and they shuddered.

“Hero what–”

“Who was the author Villain?” Hero asked, the wild look in their eyes returning. They looked like they’d gone mad.

Villain pondered the question, picturing the title page in their head. It was different from the normal author of basic spellbooks, but Villain hadn’t thought much of it. It was rare but it sometimes happened that the library stocked older publications. Still, something snagged in their mind. They’d seen that name before in another book. An ancient tome depicting the most powerful characters of history.

Seeing the dawning realization on Villain’s face, Hero gripped Villain’s ankle. “Who, Villain?”

[safyresky]

It's December 13th, you know what that means!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas is now LIVE on ao3!

Haha, got you, didn't I! I bet you were all thinking "Ah yes, weekly CS update, ahh shit, here we go again!" And then I FOOLED YOU! HAHA! Check it out HERE on ao3 :)

And for those who don't know, take a summary!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn't supposed to be Santa; I wasn't supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack's reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

IT'S FROSTMAS BAYBEE!

See, there were 2 (two) thoughts I had that led to the creation of Jacqueline:

If Jack thawed and pulled a Zuko, and couldn't use his powers and didn't know why, who would help him figure it out? And

Who was Jack Frost when Jack was Santa? Surely he couldn't do both, right?

And boom! In walks Jacqueline like:

And lo, Frostmas (as a concept) was born; and finally written when CS was originally near completion. Feels appropriate to start crossposting this one now that the climax of CS has resolved!

So here, take Jacqueline's humble Prologue to the Twelve Years of Frostmas.

Prologue

Jacqueline settles in to tell us the story of a fucked up little timeline she calls "Frostmas".

FINALLY on ao3 HERE :)

And of course, as always, it lives on ff.net all the way up to Year Ten. You can start it from the top on ff dot net HERE, but I'd wait a haute minute if you're checking it out there, as I will not be updating the prologue to match until I download a copy of Frostmas for posterity sake (which will be probably much later today) :)

And with that, enjoy! I'll be back closer to the end of the week (or early next week) with Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

JKS JKS JKS I'M NOT DONE YET! TAKE A SNIPPET:

“Jacqueline, I’m—" Pressing my hands against my cheeks and calling up some frost, I turned back to Jack. “I know.” Cheeks sufficiently cool, I gave him my most reassuring smile. “It’s okay.” “It’s really not. Everything I did then, I—” “I know. It wasn’t okay. But you’re okay now. And I’m okay, too!” “You literally just came in here to say you weren’t okay.” “But I will be! Remember? I had a thing in mind?” “Yes! Of course!” Jack sat back up in his seat, almost but not quite as lively as usual. “Your thing that brought you into my humble adobe. What were you—what did you have in mind?” “I was thinking of writing it out.” “Writing it out?” “Yep.” “All of it?” “Yep!” “That’s a lot of paper.” “Or a really long role of parchment. I’ll have to see what we have floating around. But um, I was thinking that writing it all down would help get it out of my head, y’know? Like making a list? I’ve always found it therapeutic, writing stuff out. Easier to make sense of the more nonsensical things in life. I just…” I frowned, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t wanna do it without checking in with you first.” “Whatever for?” I held my breath for a moment. “When I say all of it I mean all of it. Including your side of things. And I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first! I know it’s my story. But you played a huge part in it too. And I know you feel a lot of remorse for it all…and I know I haven’t been great about broaching it. I can only begin to imagine how you feel.” I paused for a moment, tilting my head and thinking of how to say what I wanted to say next. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with writing it all down with me. I can’t do it on my own, Jack. I need help. Your help.” Jack straightened. His face went blank; he blinked, taken aback. He looked…touched. “Oh.”

It's been touched up so there's some good cold front comfort here, AYO! I was torn between this and a very funny section that involves grilled cheese but I'll let you experience that one for yourselves ;)

NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ENJOY!

And I'll see you all in the next few days for Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

[kimbapisnotsushi]

okay, part two for @elaine2895 with my top 5 fave animanga moments!! sorry this took so long LMAAAO. fair warning for everyone else giving it a read , this WILL contain spoilers for each series mentioned but uhh let's go!!

I. HAIKYUU!!

AGH I have so many fave moments from Haikyuu!! so this one was kind of tricky, but my ultimate fave would def be those parallelism panels during the Karasuno v Nekoma nationals match — where the ball goes up in the air and everyone is watching and waiting for it to drop, and we shift from being at Nationals to just a regular old practice match. It's an absolutely gorgeous scene, and I love love LOVE what it represents. The idea that Karasuno and Nekoma understand and know each other so well, that their bond is so strong playing against each other feels like home . . . doesn't feel like a competition at ALL . . . just the two of them having fun and connecting and using everything they learned because they DREAMED about meeting each other there . . .

like. i might go and make a separate post to rant about this but there is something absolutely beautiful about how, like, karasuno has played SO many giants, SO many acknowledged powerhouse teams, teams that had the attention of everyone else and were counted on to win Nationals, but it was their match with Nekoma - both from the concrete, both hidden in shadows, both scavenging for scraps of whatever they could take and turning it into their own strengths - that electrified everyone. i think that's what makes it my favorite match overall - every other team they played was a lesson learned, what they could have done better, how to overcome obstacles, but Nekoma wasn't any of that. It was just two teams working towards the goal of meeting each other when nobody else thought they could do it!!!!!! BUT THEY BELIEVED IN EACH OTHER!!!!!!

case in point i'm super excited for how nekoma v karasuno is going to play out in animation

II. THE NIGHT BEYOND THE TRICORNERED WINDOW

Okay this is probs kind of cheesy but there's a moment in the climax where Mikado saves Hiyakawa and repeats to him a line that Hiyakawa had told him from back when they first met: "If you're with me, you won't be scared anymore."

Remember, Mikado spent his entire life running. He didn't want to see scary things. He didn't want to deal with anything that could disturb his life. But he couldn't avoid it forever. When Hiyakawa chose him as his partner, Hiyakawa promised him that exactly, that Mikado wouldn't be scared. And it sure didn't seem that way at first; they still dealt with murder and curses and spirits with ill intent, and Mikado was scared for a lot of it, but there came a point when he got tired of running. He faced his fears. Hiyakawa had been right, in the end. Mikado wasn't scared anymore because being with Hiyakawa helped him realize that the only way he could be brave was by using his own power.

And Hiyakawa? Well . . . everyone has things that they're running from. And Hiyakawa spent a longer time than Mikado running. He didn't have anyone. He didn't know he had the choice of being able to confront his fears. What I love about the series climax is that it's all about Mikado returning everything that Hiyakawa had done for him, through his own abilities. It's such a beautiful, heart-shattering moment, and it made me very much not okay and left me in a crisis for HOURS.

III. KOIMONOGATARI

Okay so this series didn't make the original list, but there was a scene in this one that had my heart cracking in two and I could not stop thinking about it for WEEKS on end. To give a short summary, Koimonogatari is kind of like a coming-of-age, contemplative series of introspection and friendship. We have two main characters: Yuiji, who starts out as ignorant, wary, and uncomfortable with queer people; and Yamato, who is gay and has a looooooot of inner conflict about it (and also starts with having a crush on Yuiji's friend). They become friends, and Yuiji's thinking shifts and opens up the more he comes to understand and care about Yamato.

Yamato, though . . . he's dealing with a LOT. There's a scene where he's kind of breaking down and Yuiji hugs him and tells him that he loves him (not to mislead anyone, this is as a friend - which they both understand, and I also think that it really is important to show that this is something friends can do for each other) and that he hopes Yamato can love himself as well, and Yamato replied with the single most heartbreaking line I had ever read in a while: "Come to think of it, the thought of loving myself never even crossed my mind."

Like, wow. Holy shit. I was a MESS after that scene. It's something that I know a lot of people can relate to, and it was beautifully done.

(I'd also like to add that Koimonogatari has other complexities to it that could make it a hit or miss for some people, regardless of how much I love this specific scene. This is a series I do suggest you approach with a critical mind, but it's still a fun read!)

IV. FLAT

This is another one that didn't make the original list, but I love it dearly. For some background info: the main character, Heisuke, is a lazy, insincere, and somewhat self-absorbed teenager. He's not great with studying or doing housework, and a lot of the times he does things for his own interest. (And I don't mean this in a "His mental health impacts his actions, he wants to change but can't, he hates himself for being such a way" kind of thing - it's not like that at all.) He changes, ever so slowly, when he starts bonding with and looking after his little cousin Aki, who is much more responsible than any child should be. It's really sweet and I loved seeing Heisuke grow, and I do recommend it if you get the chance!

There's this one scene that I think about a LOT since having read this series, where Heisuke has to write an essay about his future goals/career/dreams and isn't really sure what to put down, and when he tells his aunt she goes, "Ah, you did that a couple years ago too! You didn't know what to write back then, either. Guess you haven't changed that much."

And this sends Heisuke into an existential crisis, because . . . his aunt is kind of right, he thinks. He even sees Aki changing in different ways as the days go by. But if Heisuke hasn't changed at all — if he's always going to be this lazy, selfish, inconsiderate person — then what does that mean for him?

And just a bit later, while Heisuke is baking a roll cake (because his hobby is making sweets!), his best friend Suzuki recalls watching him endlessly practice trying to get the roll perfect in middle school, all smooth and no cracks, and says, "I remember you could never get it right . . . I wonder when you managed to get it perfect?"

And, oh my god. It was SUCH a simple thing to say, but it was also something very true! Heisuke HAD changed! He wasn't the same person he was two years ago! He could bake a roll cake perfectly without a second thought! Even if it wasn't something big, even if it wasn't something that other people wanted to change about him, it was still a change Heisuke made within himself, and I think that was a BRILLIANT lesson to teach. It definitely made me feel better about my own shortcomings, and I hope it does the same for many people moving forward.

V. POKEMON

ASH KETCHUM BECAME THE MOTHERFUCKING GLOBAL CHAMPION OF THE GODDAMN WORLD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[megarywrites]

10 songs tag

tagged by @thewriteflame and ofc i'll be doing this for Seafoam, specifically from my Thala playlist

the rules are: Use your WIP playlist and put it on shuffle. Write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favorite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.

I'll tag (as always, no pressure): @aninkwellofnectar @isherwoodj @flowerprose @pinespittinink @the-orangeauthor @ashen-crest @ellatholmes @wildswrites @at-thezenith @mariahwritesstuff

No Rest For the Wicked - LVCRFT

Ain't no rest for the wicked Ain't no running from your fate Ain't no one left to listen when the world's up in flames

Let's just say it's very fitting for an upcoming chapter lol

Alive - SHINee

In this new world before me I'll follow the faith that I lost No one can stop me

ofc SHINee shows up lmao this song is all in Korean but i love the actual vibe of this song like musically it fits the mood from here on out in the story

Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie & Tommee Profitt

When it's almost too much for my soul alone I loved, and I loved and I lost you (x3) And it hurts like hell

this one in particular was added to the playlist for the part i'm currently writing (i am suffering thanks for asking)

Shake It Out - Florence + the Machine

And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat 'Cause looking for heaven found a devil in me

the above lyrics are my favorite, and it's very fitting for how Thala is about to be in the story, since I'm nearing the climax

BIBI Vengeance (Bad Bitch) - BIBI

it doesn’t matter what you did what you say what you regret I forgave you for breaking me down and treading on me too bad you lost your last chance I’ve been waiting and anticipating, to be a bad bitch

I was trying to keep all the lyrics at three but i just can't not post this whole segment lol it's just so perfect (also another Korean song)

Little Girl Gone - CHINCHILLA

I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much So bite me, slap me round the face Now I'm twisting your arm till I hear it break

this song has been living in my head rent free since I first heard it lol we love an angry girl anthem

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Like a small boat on the ocean Sending big waves into motion Like how a single word can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion

this one represents a part in the story that's already written, which i'm sure you can guess given the title, but it's when she was finding her will to fight again after losing it for a while (this song made me cry while I was driving when i was writing that part lol)

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do And I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me

words to live by tbh

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I've got a list of names and yours in in red underlined

I feel like this is self-explanatory lol "yours" is referring to multiple people ofc

Last Laugh - FLETCHER

I'm crashin' your party to teach you a lesson Heard you get nervous whenever I'm mentioned So if you're scared, then go find you a priest Go find a confession

this one is from the soundtrack of "Promising Young Woman" and as soon as it came up in the credits I added it to this playlist lmao

[ibarap]

[Scout] White Bear / Pure White Diary 1

Leo: Merry Christmas! Are there any naughty kids here~? Santa-san will gobble all of you up~. ☆

Hiyori: Yahoo, thank you for waiting! Is everyone here?

Adonis: No, we're still waiting for Tsukinaga-senpai.

Tsumugi: Hiyori-kun, please take this hand warmer.

Hiyori: Thanks. It feels like it's getting colder today, so I appreciate it. While you're at it, I want a hot drink!

Tsumugi: Ah, I'm sorry. I figured we'd leave as soon as we're done with our meeting, so I hadn't prepared any.

Yuzuru: I'll prepare the tea. Please wait a moment.

Aoba-sama, shall I make enough for five people?

Tsumugi: Yes, please. Thank you, Fushimi-kun.

Leo: Merry Christmas! Are there any naughty kids here~? Santa-san will gobble all of you up~. ☆ [1]

Adonis: Tsukinaga-senpai, Santa Claus won't do that.

Hiyori: Exactly! It's not good to ruin other people's dreams. Also, it's too early to be saying Christmas greetings!

Tsumugi: Fufu, and isn't Santa-san still getting all the presents ready?

Anyways, Fushimi-kun returned with the tea, so let's start the meeting now.

Once again, thank you all for volunteering to represent your agencies at ES.

This time, we're in charge of a consolation visit at a hospital. We'll be holding a Christmas party there, where we'll sing songs and give presents to the children.

I'll be acting as the contact person between us and the hospital staff. Please feel free to tell me at any time if you encounter any trouble, okay?

We'll be going to the hospital soon to greet the children and ask what kind of presents they want for Christmas. Do you guys have any questions?

Adonis: You said we'll be singing a song to them. Is there a specific one we'll be singing?

Tsumugi: I was thinking we'd go with classic Christmas songs.

Leo: Ehh~, I'll write a Christmas song then, since we're putting in all this effort anyways.

Hiyori: Yes, yes. Since I'm a part of this, going with the 'classics' would be boring.

If we're going this far, I'd want to bring it all to a climax with an original song! Because we're idols, who exist to grant everyone's dreams!

Adonis: Hm... This is difficult. Tsukinaga-senpai's suggestion is appealing, but if we go with the classics, then the kids can sing along with us.

...Alright, what if we sing both?

The kids would get to sing together too, so we'd have a reason to join them as idols.

Leo: I like the sound of it, let's go with that!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, it's turning out to be a fun Christmas party~.

But I'm a little worried about Fushimi-kun. The timing of this happens to be at the same time as his Shuffle Unit project, so I'm wondering if it'll be a burden on him...

Fushimi: There's no need to worry. As I am also an idol, I shall try to match everyone's pace.

Tsumugi: I understand. Then I'll tell the hospital staff we'll be singing a classic Christmas song and an original song. Do you guys have any other questions?

...Seems like that's a no. Well then, shall we head to the hospital?

<A few hours later, in the hospital lounge.>

Leo: —Mmhm mmhm, you want a toy kitchen set?

Okay~, noted! Don't worry, we'll tell Santa-san about it. ☆

Adonis: ...A makeup set? Hm, so there are makeup kits for kids.

Got it, we'll get one ready for you. I hope you're looking forward to the Christmas party.

Tsumugi: Hello~, would you like to tell me what you want for Christmas?

...A hero figure? Heh~, is that kind of thing popular with kids nowadays?

Okay, we'll have Santa-san grant your wish.

Next—...

Yuzuru: Aoba-sama, it seems one of the staff is here.

Allow me to take over for that girl you're talking to.

Tsumugi: Thank you. I'll take you up on your offer, then...

Staff-san, did you come to see how things were going?

Yes, it does help that all the kids are being cooperative. I think we're almost done asking everyone...

Hiyori: Tsumugi-kun, do you have a minute?

There's a backpack with a white teddy bear inside it on that chair there. I'm sure someone lost it.

...Hm? What is it, Staff-san? ...The teddy bear isn't lost?

Tsumugi: It's one of the patients... What do you mean by that?

...I see, so a bedridden boy at this hospital looks after the teddy bear.

And Staff-san brought it here to act as a stand-in for him, since he can't leave his hospital room.

Hiyori: There's a letter inside the backpack?

It says, "To: Santa" on the front. And the present he wants is...

...

Tsumugi: Hiyori-kun, what does it say?

Hiyori: ...There's only one sentence.

It says, "I want to go outside for Christmas"...

Notes:

Are there any naughty kids here?: Leo's referring to a Japanese New Year's ritual involving Namahage here. The oni visit homes to scold children for acting naughty.

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[rosie-chaeyoung]

☽ 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 [ 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁 ] ☽

title ; 3am - red velvet - irene

summary ; It’s late at night and the world was asleep. Well, except for Irene. When she wakes you up in the middle of the night for her personal needs things quickly take a turn.

word count ; 2288

pairing(s) / group ; irene of red velvet

warning(s) ; 18+, mommy kink, use of handcuffs, oral sex ( giving ), fingering, dom!reader, sub!irene

genre ; smut

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Quiet crickets sang a song of slumber as the sun had set in for a soft slumber. It was a peaceful night to say the least. Y/n and her girlfriend, Irene, both lay in bed asleep. The world outside snored quietly as the couple slept peacefully. A cool breeze blew every now and then making Joohyun move closer to her taller girlfriend. The clock ticked by slowly, each minute taking it's time to show. Irene's eyes peeked opened, her long eyelashes batted as she turned looking to her lover.

She was still asleep, but she was gorgeous. Her (h/c) hair fell on her pillow and her breathing was steady. She looked so peaceful. The brunette on the other hand was now in distress. She was now wide awake. Tossing and turning on her back, she was having trouble going back to sleep. The last few memories she had weren’t helping. Small flashes of the wet dream went through her mind, they were much too vivid to let go. “Ah. Wait, go f-faster Y/n" Her breath hitched, this was becoming too much to bare alone.

It felt all too surreal. “Moan my name baby" She turned on her side, slightly gripping the bedsheets underneath her frail form. She had to stop thinking about this. "Y-Y/n.. please.." Irene could feel her face turning a dark shade of red, she was becoming hotter and hotter by the second. "Louder baby" With a breathy sigh she realized she couldn't take it any longer. Either she was going to get out of bed or do something rash. “Ah~! I'm about to cum, Y/n~!" She easily decided the ladder. Irene pushed herself up from the soft mattress, putting both her hands on her lover.

She shook her side to side whispering a soft, "Wake up" each time. This continued for about two more minutes before the (e/c) eyed girl started to grow conscious. She opened her eyes, sitting up to look at her lover. "What? I'm up.." Y/n rubbed her eyes and stretched. She had no clue what time it was, but it was way too late for this. "I, um need your help with something." the idol trailed on. Y/n looked at the clock, '03:24' it read. "What's so important for you to wake me up this late? Are you alright?"

Y/n, now fully awake, gave all of her attention to the brown haired female. She figured it must’ve been important if she got waken up for it. Hopefully nothing along the lines of being hurt. “I'm horny.." Joohyun mumbled. Was she ashamed? Slightly, but it was either tell her or deal with this for the rest of the night alone. Y/n groaned rolling her eyes. "Baby, you woke me up at three in the morning to tell me you're horny?" She sighed out. It was unnecessary, she could’ve easily waited a couple more hours.

Or, she could have fixed the issue herself. Anything would have been better than being woken up this late. Irene furrowed her eyebrows and gently pushed her lover to lay on her back. She climbed over from her part of the bed to Y/n's. Straddling her girlfriend’s waist, she sat on top with an annoyed look on her delicate features. Y/n, in return, put her hands on Joohyun’s small waist looking up at the pouting girl.

"What's wrong now?" She asked aloud. Irene ran her hands across the h/c haired girls toned body, she trailed her finger lightly up and down. "I'm being serious about this... And you won't help me! I’ve helped you whenever you need it!" Her pout seemed to sink in deeper at her statement. Y/n exhaled, this was somewhat her fault. The only time her girlfriend became whiny like was when she was needy. Usually every time she became needy she would take care of her. She was just so tired right now though. So reluctantly, she agreed. "Fine fine. Damn, you're lucky I love you.."

The dominant female changed around their positions so she was on top and Irene lay on her back. "But since you did wake me up, we’ll play by my rules. So tell me just how badly you need me.” She laid her hands on Irene's thighs, pushing her legs more and more apart. She slid her knee in between her lovers aching legs, and let out a stiff laugh when Irene bucked her hips forward. "Seriously Y/n, hurry up! This isn’t fair so stop teasing me!" Irene glared up at the dominant female who still hovered her.

Although Y/n smiled, her eyes quickly darkened once she heard the sentence slip from her lover. Reaching up she pulled her wrists together holding them in one place. Her tone started off condescending as she spoke, and slowly let it trail for a better effect. “Listen babe. You woke me up for this. I could be asleep. But you're horny, so tone it down. Okay?" Irene listened and shrunk back into the bed letting her pout return. "Yes..." She lowered her head leaving only a few inches between the two. "Yes what?" She urged on. Irene's cheeks grew hot again but responded. "Yes mommy."

Now pleased, she leaned down capturing the elder females lips in her own. Irene moaned into the soft kiss letting Y/n slide her tongue deep into her mouth. Turning her head to deepen their struggle for dominance, the pale skinned female happily gave in midway. Y/n leaned over to the side of her bed feeling around for a certain object, their lips still connected. Finding what she wanted, she sat up showing her toy to the submissive girl. This was personally one of her favorites. “What? No! You know I hate being handcuffed!"

Irene told her while looking at the silver play thing. "Exactly. That’s the point of this babe." Y/n leaned downward locking the handcuffs to Irene's wrists. She squirmed already hating the new feeling. Irene never did like these restraints, because when she's in them she can never touch her girlfriend. Leaving scratches on her back was a huge turn on for Irene, so to not be able to do that upset her greatly. She hated this. Y/n chuckled looking at Irene's vulnerable state.

"Don’t make that face. You and I both know this is what happens when you get all bratty." But this seemed like too much talking for her liking. Y/n once more leaned down and let her hands find themselves underneath Joohyun’s shirt. She tugged at it, before pulling it off leaving her in a black lace bra and panties. Fortunately enough, Irene never sleeps in pants. "It seems like you came prepared." She teased. The brunette shook her head disagreeing.

"It just sort of happened..." Y/n shrugged her shoulders while going to unclip and take off the lace bra. She didn't waste any time enveloping her significant other. Putting Irene's sensitive bud in her mouth and twirling the other in her hand, Y/n watched Irene let out soft moans. This was her joy of being in control, the trill that ran through her. The only thing she wanted to her was her name being moaned over and over, and as of now she was getting that. "Y/n, ah, please." She panted out.

Y/n loved the feeling of teasing the brown eyed female, this was pure torture. Trailing light and soft butterfly kisses down her toned body Irene was having trouble with the silver restraints on her wrists. Hating the feeling of being tied down she tugged at the cold cuffs, hoping they would come loose. But they didn't budge. Y/n finally tugged the hem of Irene's matching panties, already feeling how soaked they were.

She smirked, her lover always made teasing easy. She always so sensitive to her touch, just the slightest of moves and she could have her older lover turn into a hot moaning mess. The best example of this would be now. "Aww, did you really need my attention that badly?" Y/n began pulling the black lace material off Irene's slender legs. In return, Irene tugged her legs away. "Wait."

Y/n looked up to Irene's dark and lust filled eyes, she was so stunning. She made a humming like noise telling her to continue. She would never do anything without permission, so if she needed to wait then she would do that. "This isn't fair. You have to take off your clothes too. I can’t be the only one naked here." So that’s what she wanted ? She laughed at her submissive's order. She knew it wasn't fair, but she also knew that teasing was still fun.

So she did take her clothes off, just not as quickly as Irene wanted. She put her hand on her shirt hem pulling it off slowly, doing the same with her shorts. "Y/n! Please, I really need you right now!" Irene had been holding back her pleas, but this was her breaking point. She wasn’t even sure how she held onto them this long truly. Her lower regions were throbbing with anticipation and her body was so hot she could’ve swore she would set the bed on fire.

Her breathing was off, and she couldn't hold in anymore of her waiting. She wasn’t the only one having fun though. As mentioned, this is what really turned on Y/n. Being in charge wasn’t always easy, especially with someone with an attitude like Joohyun’s. Yet, times like this really proved she was where she belonged. "As you wish princess." In one big motion she took off the last bit of clothing clinging to her body. Irene, now feeling self conscious of her own body, closed her legs.

Y/n noticed this and almost immediately spread the brunettes legs. With one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh Y/n didn't waste much time going to work. All it took was a few small licks, a bit of sucking, and she was already a throbbing, moaning mess. Joohyun arched her back multiple times letting Y/n stick her tongue fully into her. Her moans were becoming louder by the second as she began tugging harshly at the handcuffs.

She hated not being able to touch her, it was one of the things that just drove her crazy. "Y/n, o-off. Take these off m-" Her 'sentence' cut itself short as another loud moan followed her words. Her climax was coming fast and it was coming hard at that. No, not yet she couldn’t let it happen yet. She wanted these off of her first, she hadn’t to get them off. She pulled harder at the restraints, at this point she was just trying to run away from the pleasure. It was becoming too overwhelming for her.

Y/n made room with her tongue by adding in two fingers. And once she was adjusted, a third to maximize her pleasure as much as possible. Irene's legs began to shake and she began to squirm in her place. "Ah! Y/n! J-Just move your hand, f-faster!" She wanted to ride out her climax and this was her way of doing it. Just to tease her a little more, Y/n slowed her pace slightly. “What’s the magic word?” Joohyun began to push herself toward her lovers hand as she was able to stutter out the word.

“P-Please..” The one little word was all Y/n needed to continue. She went back to her same actions but this time sped things up significantly. Using her thumb Y/n circled around the elder females most sensitive part making her throw her head back, and soon enough let the knot in her stomach break. Breathing heavily she laid her back on the cool bed. It was the only thing in the room that didn't seem hot.

Y/n didn’t consider herself an impatient person, but at the moment she could definitely see why she may be label that way. She pulled Irene's legs apart again and began to ease her into another climax. Irene was sensitive though, so any sort of stimulation down there would be torture. "S-Stop it..." She whined out weakly. There was little fight put up before her legs began to tremble from pleasure once more. The h/c-ette began all over again to give her girlfriend the satisfaction she deserved.

She started to squirm again and now bite down on her lip. "Fuck!" She let her swear slip from her mouth. Once more she arched her back off the bed letting her moans fall out simultaneously. The knot formed over, and soon broke again. Small sighs of pleasure floated from her as she gripped the sheeting beneath her. She had hit her climax for the second time. Joohyun yelled out in pleasure, moaning the (e/c) eyed girl's name.

She let out one last shaky moan until she let herself cum. She sighed in relief, the pleasure was over. "Good girl, you did so well." Y/n moved the wet, frizzled hair from her pale girlfriend's face. She was a panting, sticky, sweaty mess. And that's how she liked it. She reached up unlocking Irene's handcuffs and throwing them to a random corner of the room. Irene quickly clung to Y/n pulling her back down on the bed with herself. After a moment of breathing in her sweet scent, she flipped their positions.

She now straddled Y/n who laid under her satisfied with the past events. Irene showed off her pearly white smile looking into her lovers eyes.

"Round two?" ~

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