#and you need to leave it and do more stimulating and fun stuff

[loverboybrightsideghost]

the will to practice leaving my soul after i get good jury comments

[theartofwoompwoomps]

Shigaraki x Reader headcanons

He’s just a silly guy >.<

Masterlist

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I can see him with quality time as one of his love languages, so when he asks to spend time with you, your heart just explodes.

I mean come on!

he probably would ask you infront of everyone, “hey do you want to hangout?”Like this boy is direct, calm, and genuine.

After some time he would probably have a schedule time for you both to be together. Like even the leagues knows about it. 

he would enjoy getting to know you in a deep sense. Knowing how you grew up, your culture, love life, favorite things, your morals, and etc.

he would remember all the little details cause he thinks they’re cute. “Let’s get the (favorite/color) spotted one cause (y/n) said spots reminds them of a dog that lived nearby when they were a kid.” 

can see him playing games with you. Considering he plays stimulating games there will be a lot a relaxing late game nights. 

definitely would have a minecraft world for you and him, one for the whole league, and the one where it was just you and him but someone in the league dabi twice toga decided to blow up your house just for fun. 

animal crossing will definitely be on the list of games you play together. Helping each other and decorating each other’s place. 

If you wear makeup i think he’d be intrigued by it, may try to put some on you. 

always has a blanket specifically for you in his room. He grew up never needing to share anything but he likes the idea of having something specially for you. 

with time he would have more of your stuff in his room. Like clothes, shoes, and your bag. Eventually you might as well call it your room. 

Don’t think he’d be too keen on pda infront of others, but when you’re alone you have him wrapped around your fingers. 

definitely would be a sucker for cuddles. Especially when he’s gaming and you’re sitting on him just resting in on the hug while he plays. 

or when you grab his hand and give it small kisses on the back, front, giving each finger some attention then telling him how happy you are with him.  Yeah he’s soo soft for you. 

I feel like he’d be a bit unfiltered when it comes to complimenting you. In the sense that it could be the worst timing ever, but he will be damned if he doesn’t say something about it. 

could be in middle of a fight and see you knock someone out. “your hair looks nice.” 

like it’s so out of context.  

will always have one of your favorite snacks with him. Even when they need to keep on the down low. He gets them from the gas station sometimes lol 

ofc he gets snacks for everyone as well, but he would make sure not to leave until he got yours. 

Has a bunch of pictures of you. Both printed and digital. Can definitely see him looking at them whenever he misses you. 

Uses apps like life360 and vibes so he can see where you are. Mainly to have an idea of how long until you’re back. 

if you had to be apart physically, lots of late night calls and messages. I think he always had trouble sleeping, and now that he is physically apart from you he needs to hear your voice if he wants to sleep. 

would get you matching jewelry: rings, necklaces, even earrings. 

Likes using your shampoo and body wash cause the scent reminds him of you. Ngl with time you’d both smell the same cause this guy won’t stop using your products. 

i mentioned that he has pictures of yours, but he would be so happy if you gave/send him one. Like you choose this one for him!? 

When the league was still beginning to grow, you guys would talk of the future you desire. At first he’d only think of killing allmight but now he likes the idea of having a home with you, a few pets, and with league by his side

[celestiamour]

ft. peter pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ keeping your lust at bay while he works┊0.5k words

setting: the golden age contains: smut!! dom peter & sub reader┊cockwarming & unprotected piv, established relationship, bratting & brat-taming?

➤ author's note: cockwarming fits peter so well

he kept one firm hand on your waist to stop you from squirming and held an ink-dipped quill in the other, eyes and mind somehow still focused on the stack of paper in front of him instead of the pretty little thing sitting on his cock. “hold still,” he scolded with a tone you knew all too well, one that made it sound like he was talking to a pet who wouldn’t stop wriggling instead of his lover who was writhing in his lap for him to notice her. 

you could only whimper into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his built frame and trying not to roll your hips into his. even though his cock was already buried into you and hitting all of the right spots despite not moving, it wasn’t enough, you needed more, both more stimulation and more of his attention. it was times like these when you hated his iron resolve, wishing that he would just throw his work aside and fuck you properly already— the stuff he was doing right now wasn’t even that important, he mentioned earlier that it was just things he wanted to get ahead on! would it kill him to throw you a bone and give you a kiss or something? he’s being so cruel. 

it wouldn’t be a surprise if he was only messing with you, using his royal duties as an excuse not to give you what you wanted after being so needy all day when he could tell how much you wanted him after an entire day of exchanging longing gazes.

“don’t you think you're a bit too spoiled, princess?” he spoke, finally tearing his gaze away from the table to look you in the eyes, a sparkle of amusement in his ocean eyes which confirmed your suspicions that he was purposely teasing you. “i’ve never denied you anything until now, don’t you think you could wait just another half hour?”

“nooo,” you mewled, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt and wrinkling it, “i need you now.”

“do you now?” he sighed to fake disappointment like it wasn’t his fault you were reduced to such a mess. his arm snaked your waist, reaching down to circle your delicately engorged cilt and relishing the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. he could see little teary crystals forming in the corners of your eyes, yet he didn’t allow it to cloud his next decision when he was already having far too much fun treating you like this.

“come on, peter… please?”

he hummed as if in thought, but you knew he had already made up his mind, “fifteen more minutes, does that sound okay?” before you could whine that it was too long and try to bargain for anything less, he refocused on his task. “that was a rhetorical question, by the way, either you wait or you don’t get to cum tonight,” he explained with a smile, pressing a kiss on your nose and leaving you hanging once again.

it was going to be a long night.

[mattslilies]

Back Scratches - C.S.

"you have a cute little mark here." or... the one where you're laying with chris, and you admire every mark on his skin. warnings: none! fluffy fic! word count: 463 a/n: requested by anon!

normally having much longer nails than chris did, whether done or just grown out, he often found himself enjoying the sensation of them gently scratching on his skin.

he was laid on top of you, shirt strewn somewhere across the room, his weight mostly settling on your chest as you softly ran your hand up and down his back, the edges of your fingernails creating comfortable friction.

he sighed, snuggling closer to you as he adjusted his body to gain more of the stimulation from your hands, loving the way that it relaxed his mind. you would often find yourself running your hands through his hair, nails gently scratching against his scalp, and it normally put him right to sleep.

chris was a very touchy person, especially when it came to having skin to skin contact with you, so you had seen all of his body over the course of your relationship. however, that didn't mean you knew it all by heart. you still noticed new spots on him each day, tanner places from the sun, freckles you didn't notice a previous day, moles that pop up here and there.

he had a large brown birthmark on his back, and you traced your fingertips over it, your nails circling the shape as you hummed quietly. you really did think he was the most beautiful person you'd ever seen, regardless of what other people may think. as you were leaving his birthmark, you noticed that there was another soft brown spot about six inches to the left, and you placed your finger pad on top of it, stilling.

he shifted, turning to the side and craning his neck backwards to try and see what you were touching.

"you have a cute little mark here."

he made a noise of approval, shifting to stand up.

"mhm. i think i've always had it."

he sighed, pulling his weight off of your body and sitting on the edge of the bed, checking his phone.

"i have to go meet matt and nick soon."

you pouted, sitting up slightly behind him, hand still running over his back.

"that's okay. i'll be here when you get back! i've got a bunch of stuff i need to get done here anyways, so i'll work on those while you guys do your thing."

he smiled, leaning over to kiss you. you smiled back against his lips, swiftly kissing him before he stood up.

"hold still."

he stopped moving, a curious look on his face as he felt you shift behind him. you pressed a soft kiss to both brown spots on his back, running your nails over his body one last time before standing up.

"have fun, sweetheart. i'm sure you'll get more back scratches when you come home."

"i better."

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[laserbobcat]

I was asked how can I draw so much

-I'm unemployed lol, just got out of a super shitty job after a 4 months sick leave for back hurty and burnout/depression- I'm A-OK now don't worry. The job was basically the reason for it all. So I have a lot of time!

-I've always drawn fast, I rarely do complex or polished picees, my art is "quick get this thing out of your head before more ideas drown it"

-Speaking of ideas, therapist told me I was HIP/HEP? I'm not a genius lol (HIP is super misunderstood) but language and narration and creativity are my brain's comfort zone, and said brain is often firing way to fast for me to follow. Mental hyperactivity can be a pain in the ass, it's really hard sometimes to come down to earth. But I could tell endless stories. I could be book grandma near the fire.

-I had a total of 5 years of art school in my bag. I abandoned the idea of doing it professionally, but it helps a lot to draw the blorbos obviously. Fun fact, I've never drawn better and with more fun than when I decided "fuck art as a job" and started to just. Draw the blorbos. Pressure kills creativity for anxious people. I feel bad for "waisted studies" and for "Not drawing as well as I should" I'm working on that. I'm far from the only one in this position.

-Let's be real I enjoy the attention fanart gets. Personnal art gets less attention because the emotional traction isn't there for most people, and we humans run on emotions. So it's normal that people are drawn to things that they already know and love. And I like interacting, which is why I love ttrpgs. I need back and forth to create, I'm social on that end. It can be a bit of a trap, because the stimulation is a lot for an already hyperactive brain lol. But I'll take it.

That being said, the people who like my actual personnal stuff live rent free in my heart. If you like Luke and Ranec and the rest of my idiots, don't underestimate how happy it makes me. I'll go back to them when this hyperfixation is over, they're my favorite little puppets to play with. They're eternal.

-I have generalized anxiety and I'm bipolar, drawing is a very nice soothing escape. I really need to come down to earth and stop living in stories, and I get better and better at it! It's haaaaard tho, I'd rather lay down and eat chip #meditation #sports

Well that was long, but I don't like when people compare themselves to strangers on the internet and think they fall short. I hope this broke some misconceptions you could have.

You don't know people's lives. You don't see the advantages and hindrances they have compared to you. You don't know how hard or easy the things you admire are for them. Maybe they have a lot of support and time. Maybe it's their escape from life. Maybe they're cheating lol. Maybe they're dorks. Maybe they're old. Maybe they're young.

You don't know shit, stop comparing yourself to strangers. I know it's hard af, but do your best!

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 146: Hedge Magic

This episode references episode 123

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: blood; group sex; oral sex; anal sex; enthusiastic consent

A/N: Another one that's not a request, but it's much softer than the last couple so it'll be a pleasant palette cleanser

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The Technocrats were closing in. You'd lived here for a while without issue, but nobody stays underground for long. You could get away, sure, you knew more than a few tricks to slip through the grasp of a couple of assholes in black suits, but it'd be a shame to lose what you'd built with Andy, not to mention all the stuff you'd accumulated over the last half a decade or so. You had a friend living in New York, a slightly washed up old ascension warrior calling himself Blitz. He owed you more than a few favours from the old days, and would be more than happy to put you up for a while in exchange for some enchanted drugs. Only problem was getting you, your bull-headed squeeze, and a flat's worth of aggregated crap together and across the Atlantic without passing through an airport. Air travel is a pretty risky bet for a tradition mage when they weren't on to you. Right now, airport security was a damn good way to find yourself face-down in a ditch, or worse. The Techs could always find worse.

You had one good ace up your sleeve though. That particular magic that makes such concepts as "here" and "there" meaningless: Correspondence. You smiled to yourself, it was Blitz who first taught you how to teleport, years and years ago, when you were a bright eyed young witch looking to change the world. Now you're older, a little more jaded, a lot warier around outhouse-sized men with German accents. But, you'd retained his lessons, and you knew exactly how to get to NYC before the afternoon. It'd just take power.

Power. That's always the rub. It's different for every tradition. The Hermetics start chanting in dead languages, the Ecstatics get drunk, the Chorus pray, more than a few Virtual Adepts swear by a handful of some stimulant or other, normally washed down with their preferred caffeinated drink. You're a Verbena, from a long line of witches and wise women. Two generations ago, your forebears may have found a goat to slaughter, but you believed in a more ethical form of magic. Blood was still important, sure, but it could be your own. The real catalyst for your power was a little more enjoyable to get: cum, lots and lots of cum. Sex has power, and you knew a few men who'd happily give you some. It'd work with women too, but it's more traditional to seduce a bunch of guys, not to mention more fun.

You lay in the living room, delicately scratching glyphs and runes into your flesh with the tip of an athame. Andy was standing by, watching patiently as blood dribbled from the shallow wounds, beading on your skin before following your curves down to the increasingly ruined mattress you'd dragged in here for precisely this reason. Paul and Brian were coming to see you off, just as soon as they finished up some odd jobs they had to do. They didn't know where you were going, nor how you were getting there, only to light the candles you'd prepared when you'd gone, and find somewhere to burn the mattress. They didn't need to know the why, the closer they came to knowing what's really going on, the more danger they're in. You all knew that. You also had another caller on the way, a serval called Leo, very much another pseudonym. He was an Etherite, but he was also a good lay, and down to fuck whenever so when you were planning your leaving party, you sent an invite.

You finished carving the last letter into yourself, feeling your skin him and prickle with energy as you passed the bloody knife to Andy to put away, before reclining on the mattress. As if on cue, the two lupines opened the door, hanging up their coats, talking between themselves and a Moroccan accent you hadn't heard in years. Seems like everyone's here.

You didn't bother waiting for them to all get ready before getting started. The whole point is to get as much fucking as possible within a short time, and you'd just finished carving yourself up. It wasn't a usual pain pulsing from your wounds. It didn't make you want to rest and heal, it spurred you on. Magical wounds made with a magic dagger, for the purpose of channeling a particularly carnal magic.

You felt your face flushing as you wrapped your arms around Andy, kissing him as his hands slid over you. Your cunt was dripping, dribbling slick over your legs as you grabbed at his balls, each one the size of an orange.

His cock extended from his sheath, hardening between your legs. You closed your thighs around it, humping his shaft as he grunted. The voices from the hallway were becoming more distinct, before stopping altogether and they stepped through the bead curtain into the living room.

Leo laughed "You Verbena, always finding the fun ways of doing things. I call first dibs on her cunt"

You grinned, Andy wasn't going to like that, but that means you'll just get it harder from him later. You stood up, taking in the looks of shock on Paul and Brian's face, contrasted by the feline smile from Leo. You knelt in front of him, letting him push his crotch to your waiting mouth. It'd been so long since you'd been with a felinid, you'd almost forgotten how eager they could be. Your tongue barely started teasing his sack before you felt his hands in your hair.

He pulled you up to the his sheath, purring as your tongue dipped inside, meeting the tip of his rapidly hardening cock. The barbs always felt strange on your tongue, firm and rubbery. You ran your tongue around the tip, feeling him tightening his grip before you leaned backwards, dragging him down before rolling and trapping him under your hips.

"Wanna make my boy jealous?" you murmured into his ear, urging him on before lowering yourself onto him. You rubbed up and down, grinding your clit against his barbed cock, reducing the Etherite below you to a panting mess.

Paul must've gotten over his trepidation, he stepped up, positioning his drooling, knotted cock in front of your face. You put on your best face, opening your mouth as you gazed up into his eyes and stuck out your tongue, inviting him in. Another canid cock rubbed over your asshole, oozing the prodigious quantities of precum they were famous for. You felt a stream of cool lube, massaged into your crack as he pushed gently in.

You shifted slightly, allowing Leo to slide in, the ample amounts of slick letting him sink into you, all the way to the base. You moaned into the cock in your mouth, hearing Paul groan at the vibrations of your voice. You leaned back slightly, feeling your asshole stretch around Brian's member. Your hips rocked gently, feeling the barbs in your pussy, the knot against your ass. Four pairs of hands fondled you, guiding your movements on the men inside you. You let the pleasure wash over you, the barbs in your cunt rubbing against the smooth cock in your rear, the salty-sweet taste of the precum painting your mouth, knowing that this was just the starter, whichever hole came free first would get a foot of minotaur schlong jammed into it.

Waves of sensation flooded over you. Your heart thumped in your ears. Your legs spasmed. Your muscles clenched. Andy pushed your head into Paul's crotch, making you gag on him as he started to pump down your throat. He knew what he was doing, jamming the lupine's knot into your mouth, force-feeding you cum. You gasped for breath between pumps, alternating swallowing and breathing.

Leo wasn't far behind, holding your hips down onto him as he unloaded into you, thick cum squirting inside. You shuddered with the feeling of being filled from both ends. Simmering power building in your cuts flushing you with endorphins. Your legs tightened up against Leo, trapping him in as your cunt milked him dry.

The knot left your mouth with an audible pop. Andy pulled you off Leo, positioning his own dripping rod against your used hole. You were as light as a panting, sweating ragdoll in his hands, your skin streaked with drying blood as you circled your hips on him.

He didn't care for foreplay. He'd just watched you get fucked by three other men, and wanted you to know who you belonged to. You gasped as he entered, the wide flare stretching you. Every thrust made you squeak, every pull dragging a dribble of felinid cum out with it. Your eyes rolled back, you loved it when he used you like this.

Your hand closed around the other lupine, jacking him off as your man used you to jack off. Your legs were still twitching from the last orgasm. You tried to guide him to your asshole, Andy picking up on what you wanted, thrusting into you more than lifting you up, letting you stuff your other hole before he redoubled his efforts. Your moans drowned out your thoughts. The buzzing magic made your head spin. You groped at your tits, feeling the next wave coming over you.

Andy pressed you against the mattress, forcing the other knot inside. As soon as your ass tightened around the base of Brian's cock, that was it. More hot ropes spurted within you. More power fuelled your ritual. More of that delicious haze filled your head. You could barely think at all now, focused on getting a wombful of Andy's spunk. You squeezed on him. You stroked his wide chest. You stuck your tongue into his mouth. You felt those gargantuan balls slapping against your ass. Every shuddering stroke they got tighter, rising inexorably as you sank.

You brought your mouth to his fluttering ear, smelling the musky sweat slicking his wiry fur to his skin. You uttered your command

"Cum in me"

You can't do mind-altering magic. You never learned how. Never wanted to. But as soon as those words left your lips, it was as though you were a master. The shuddering breathing was replaced by deep, braying roars. Andy stuffed the last few inches of his member into you, making you gasp as you stretched. He held you down onto him, throbbing and mooing. Then you felt it. Thick, hot, spraying so hard you could feel the pressure against your back walls. He would've filled you to bursting, had so much of his prodigious load not squirted out of you. It pooled underneath you in a puddle of glue-like seed. Your juices mixed, the cum of the four men, your own natural lubricant, and of course the blood still dripping from your etchings.

Your body buzzed, like a hive of bees were under your skin, trying to get out. You were only dimly aware of Leo herding the other men out. You clung to Andy. Both your hands were on his head, fixing him with your gaze. Your ears rang. You tasted ozone. The seed boiled within you. The world flickered, and the room was gone.

Your head cleared, the intoxicating power spent. You looked up from your lover, his softening cock slipping from you in a flow of cum.

You were in a warehouse, surrounded by a circle of wires and humming server racks. A bored looking man leaned against a pillar; overweight, balding, what hair he had was dyed acid pink, wearing a pair of black jeans and a band t-shirt under a jacket made of more patches than denim.

Blitz.

"Heard you'd be coming to visit" he threw a gym bag at you "change of clothes and documents. You're called Melanie now, and the big guy's Hector. Born and raised in Utah. Help me get your shit in the van"

You dug out your new fake ID. It was immaculate, Blitz was an ass, but he's an old man in a profession where most die young. You pick up some tricks.

Melanie. You could get used to that name. You turned to Andy, now Hector

"Here's to a new life"

[thevoidscreams]

Magnus read the eldar version of Kama Sutra ,leaving him very inspired

This will require some research

Day 24 Year 2:

Some unexpected stuff came up and today's prompt is a bit short.

Warnings: Multiple sex positions, getting filled up with cum. Magnus being curious about your body.

Word count: 1085

"There, hold that position." Magnus ordered, and you tried very hard, but the bed was too soft underfoot and you couldn't quite stretch your leg that high up. The only thing you could liken it to was a ballerina's standing split. Which was not as easy as the pictures in the book made it seem.

"Maggy, I'm trying." You huffed, he just smiled and took hold of your thigh keeping you in the upright position he needed to make it work. His other hand was setting the book aside on a stand so he could dip his fingers into the jar of oil by the bedside.

Taking his oiled fingers he pressed them to your entrance, sliding them in as he began to work the oil in enough that he would have sufficient lubrication to fuck you. "You are doing well, don't worry." He praised softly, the sound of his fingers obscene as they stretched you open for him.

"Yes, very good indeed." He grinned, the way your body seemed to drag his fingers back in when he pulled them out. You had absolutely no idea where Magnus had found it but the book he'd brought back a week ago had been full of absolutely mind boggling positions and ideas about sex. This was one of the more tame positions.

Magnus stroked his cock as he lined it up. With you on the bed and him standing on the floor, you were at the perfect height to try this. He held you under one hip while his other hand continued to support the thigh pressed against his chest.

You moaned aloud and shamelessly as he filled you. This position seemed to allow him to slide in even deeper than normal. His pelvis pressed flush to yours as he bottomed out. His groan met your own moans as he waited for a moment to gather his thoughts. "I believe this will be a good position to revisit."

His hips pulled back and rolled forward again. He was so deep you felt it in your chest. Which you weren't sure how that was possible but you did.

Magnus was glad he'd held you up, already your legs looked shaky and he didn't want you collapsing before you were done.

The steady rhythm of deep thrusts was how it said to do it in the book. He liked how close you were and how deep he could be. His fingers gave you a soft squeeze.

He loved how yielding you were for him. And his eye fixed on you with a deep affection as he brought you pleasure that was so very apparent on your face.

"Are you having fun down there?" He asked with a smug expression.

"Yes sir." You gasped and a thrill ran up his spine. Though he never wanted to admit it, he loved when you drew attention to his station by calling him things like that.

"That's good, because we're just getting started." His hand moved from your thighs and up your back. The book and different recommendations for different species as lovers. And to his lasting delight, that included baseline humans.

In the book it pointed out a cluster of nerves near the lower back that would cause additional stimulation and increase pleasure for both parties.

He found it and pressed his thumb into the spot. Your body jumped and you 'Ooo'd' loudly, your muscles tightening as you wiggled fruitlessly. Magnus gasped as you jiggled and clenched around his cock. "Steady." He soothed, easing up a bit. "What was that!?" You squeaked. "Something I intend to investigate further." He chuckled, his finger pushing back into that spot, you were expecting it and braced yourself, but then he began to gently massage it and your undignified squeaks and hoots returned. "That's it starshine, let it out."

"Magnus!" You came so suddenly that there was hardly any time to properly enjoy it. Magnus kept up his pace, to elongate the release. He pulled out and grabbed you as your leg became too tired to hold you up.

He laughed sweetly and held you in his arms. "How was that?" He asked, kissing your face. "I don't know what you did but my body just turned on me without warning...do it again please."

He sat on the edge of the bed, giving your legs a break as he had you straddle his lap. "Alright." He slid back in with ease and groaned his satisfaction. Your arms circled around his neck and he held your hips. His fingers easily found the spot as you settled on a rhythm, riding him in a way you were more familiar with. The gentle pressure egged you on and Magnus watched as you, still sensitive from your first orgasm, trembled with the continued pleasure.

He hooked his chin over your shoulder and watched, pressing one finger in a bit more, and felt the corresponding clench. It was so fascinating to watch that he didn't realize he was panting and close to his own edge until you came again, your inner walls squeezing his cock hard enough to make him cum a few bounces later. He held your hips down, pumping his load as deep inside as was possible. You pant with each pump feeling it fill you to a near impossible amount. His smile never faltered, watching your fucked out expression turn to a sleepy one. You leaned back and he held you, just in case you became too relaxed after both orgasms. You had done so before and nearly fallen off once or twice. He kissed your cheeks and neck. "That was wonderful. You did so well for me, starshine." He murmured. Pressing his face into your hair and taking a deep breath."Thank you. You were pretty damn incredible yourself, my love."

He laid back with you on his chest, his heart still beating hard from his excitement and orgasm. Still he wondered. His finger simply grazed over the spot and you jumped. "Noooo." You whined and he laughed whole-heartedly. "Very well. Next time I shall have to explore more of those spots." He raised the book with his powers and brought it over to browse more thoroughly as you began to drift off to sleep. He found a few more positions to try, there were plenty that interested him, it was a very thick book, but he was certain that you two would have some fun new ideas to try out for a good long while.

[thehighladywrites]

— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background��� this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

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The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

—

Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

—

After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

—

Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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[ghostandsoap]

Sitting with a Show

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem! Reader Tags: NSFW. Smut. Cockwarming. Soap being a jerk lol. A/N: Horrible title. Will change it when I come up with something better. Word Count: 1.0k "Your odds are lookin' good."

"Hey, hey..." Soap warned, his grip on your hips tightening. "Stop it. Watchin' the game here."

"John, this is ridiculous," You hissed. "There will be a million soccer games other than this one."

"Football," He corrected, giving the side of your thigh a smack. "None of that soccer rubbish."

"It's the same thing," You gruffed, whimpering when he shifted his hips underneath you. "Every game is the same."

His tip hit the furthest part inside of you that it could, and your arms and legs were beginning to get fuzzy. Soap's cock had been stuffed inside of you for what felt like hours now - completely hard and prodding at all the right places.

He was perfectly comfortable, sunken into the mattress, propped up just enough so he could properly see the TV that was screaming with bright colors of soccer field turf and fans dressed for their team in the stands. He could see the screen over you, much to your demise.

To be completely honest, this whole ordeal did seem fun at first. It was something different, and something you hadn't tried before. It was arousing to think about Soap being buried inside of you with no promise of friction or relieving stimulation. It was supposed to drive him crazy. It was supposed to make him desperate for you...make him beg for you.

However, it seemed that your devious plan fell apart when he decided to take advantage of it and turn the tables on you.

"I don't know why you're complainin' so much," He chuckled, completely unbothered. "This was your idea, sweet stuff."

So now, you were stuck with him taunting you and torturing you with his cock by doing nothing with it - and he was too invested in his stupid soccer/football game to even think about giving in. His eyes were glued to the TV screen behind you, his gaze barely peeling away for merely a moment.

He was having fun watching you fall apart over his attention being elsewhere in a situation where you were fully naked and at his disposal. The circumstances were great for an even better lovemaking session. But Soap was having too much fun playing the game you originally intended to play.

"I might as well go home at this point," You growled, seriously considering getting up and leaving. "So fucking annoying."

At this point, it was beginning to piss you off more than anything. It was the frustration with his stubbornness and irritation for not getting what you wanted. Frankly, you were beginning to feel bad for previously wishing this upon him.

"Hey...don't be like that," He said in a tone that was demanding, but also sympathetic. "We're havin' fun, princess."

His eyes were set on you now, his irises moving back and forth as he focused on your expression to see if this was beginning to become too much for you. Soap could be a bit intentionally aggressive in the bedroom sometimes, but he never let it get to the point where you weren't enjoying yourself.

He studied carefully, looking for anything that let him know he needed to stop. You were definitely getting antsy, and every minute that passed you were growing more needy.

But you weren't at your breaking point...yet.

"You're having fun," You growled, tears beginning to form in your lower lash line. "I'm not getting-"

To shut you up, Soap gave a quick, firm thrust up into you, making a strained cry leave your throat at the feeling of finally having some kind of movement. Soap let out a low, erotic groan at the sound of your wetness getting pushed around and the sight of it smeared onto his lower stomach made his cock twitch within you. He stayed still for a moment, only moving again when your shoulders relaxed.

He watched your expression as he lifted you off of his cock just enough before sinking you back down, his hips rolling up to thrust into you. You visibly shuddered, a whimpered plea for more sounding from you.

He fucked you slow for a bit, giving you just enough to begin to satisfy you, but not enough to curb your craving for him. He saw your blown pupils and flushed skin, tell-tale signs that you were completely maxed out and ready for more.

Too bad he had a soccer game to watch.

His hip movements stopped, and you were back to square one - completely swallowing his cock between your legs, but no promise or sign of anything more. The look on your face was priceless - an overwhelming expression of disappointment, disbelief, and betrayal. Soap would've felt bad for you...except he didn't.

"You're...you're gonna fuck me, right?" You asked, words breathy and voice barely audible.

He gave a chuckle so mischievous and smug that it almost made you tear up again. He reached for one of your hands, pressing your knuckles to his lips with a smirk.

"Sure, I'll fuck you..." He gave a shit eating grin when he saw your eyes light up. "...if they win."

Against your better judgment, you turned your head to look at the TV, your stomach dropping when you saw that the game was just over halfway through the first half...and the scores were tied. Not only did you have another half to go, but there was a chance that you might make it to the end of the game and receive no end to this torture at all. Maybe if you were lucky, you could convince him during halftime.

Soap laughed again at your agitated look, giving your backside a playful squeeze.

"Cheer up, pretty girl. They've had a good year so far," He said, referring to his preferred team. "Your odds are lookin' good."

Soap wasn't showing any signs of letting up, and you didn't have a choice but to endure the rest of this game and hope for a winning game.

This was going to be the longest game of your life.

[baraturts]

Hi, Baraturts!

I am the guy on BlueSky who requested you make the art on Donnie doing some super kinky stuff with one of his brothers! This is just my non-freaky blog hehe

So, I just wanted to ask, what would you think some of the turtles kinkiest interests would be? Here’s some that I think:

Donnie, as I mentioned before, is the freaky freak of the brothers. I’d say he’s into a bunch of control stuff, being super into sounding, orgasm control, and other stuff like that. Along with the other BDSM stuffs lol

Leo I’d say is the most vanilla (which was good for the drawing since Donnie would make him do much more kinky stuff). I’d say he’s just more into basic sex, maybe having a bit of an interest in musk. Working out, fighting the bad guys, and getting worked up from the smell his brothers get.

Raph would be SUPER into being dominant. Completely dominating his brothers and making sure he had control over how the sexy scenarios went. BUT. I also say he’d have the ittiest bittiest little urge to have one of the others completely destroy him. But he’d never admit it.

Mikey would be into the weirder stuff along with being into the stuff his brothers are into. Musk, bondage, being dominated, and being the dominant one along with a lot more. While I do still think Donnie would be the one into the darkest stuff, I’d say Mikey would have the most kinks in general.

I’d love to know what you think they’re into! Sorry for the long one hehe

Hey there! Thank you for the request on BS, it was quite a fun one, hehe. (to anyone reading, not taking requests right now, as I'm working on Magnet)

As one would guess, I've had my thoughts on the turtles kinks and I might as well use this opportunity to share some. Obviously, I don't share all your head canons (since we're... you know, different people) but some do line up a bit.

Donnie: Big voyeur, likes watching and has cameras set up in certain common areas so that he can sit back and enjoy when others are having some "fun time". Is completely transparent about it, off course. So if someone wants privacy, they can just go to their rooms or an area that is not monitored. Obviously likes his kinky gadgets a lot and get's very excited when he gets the chance to use them on any of the others. Stuff like sounding, electro stimulation, fucking machines etc. Occasionally combined with edging. Also uses a lot of them on him self, you know, for... "testing purposes".

Leo: "Loss of control" is a major kink for him. Any kind of restriction, sensory deprivation and submission gets his engine going. Shibari/Kinbaku is off course a personal favorite. Not all the time to the full extent, off course. Can even be a bit of a bower-bottom when the mood strikes. But some times he really needs to let go of those "leader" rains, and let go of them hard! Likes getting rimmed, prostate stimulation and high-quality toys, preferably stainless steel. In to some impact-play and other rougher acts, but don't leave marks in visible places!

Raph: The most vanilla, probably. Likes dominating, but using his hands, mouth, tongue and dick instead of most toys. In to dirty-talk (but only in appropriate situations, Mikey has made him groan on more then one occasion) Ass-eating champion! Will loose contact with most of his braincells when seeing his partner in a jock-strap. Not opposed to having his face sat on. Not suuper in to being restrained during, he likes having his options open, but not completely put off by it. Likes doing things the old-fashioned way, not in to too many nick-knacks and doohickeys, but does enjoy using rope in play. The guy known his way around yarn already, so it comes pretty natural to him.

Mikey: Likes... everything! Okay, not everything. But most things that are more on the playful side of the spectrum. In to role-playing, sexy get-ups, exhibitionisms, "surprise" sex and such. The blow job champion! Just really enjoys sucking pickles, what more can I say. Can deepthroat. Digs rimming, both giving and receiving. Loves his toys, be it flesh lights, butt plugs, dildos, you name it. If it has some cool colors and/or glows in the dark, even better. Likes bothering Donnie with all his wacky ideas for sex toys and Don tries indulging him as best as he can. Also "group activities" are high on his list. Very versatile guy. He's here to party, dude!

Edit: These are just my personal head canons, off course. You can like anything you want your self.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 31 |

Halloween Special part 1

- Alfons & Jude (separate)

Full fic will include everyone

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 2.7k

18+, spooky stuff, dubcon, semi-public stimulation (if the castle is considered public), grinding, edging, no editing

A/n: I procrastinated too much and this whole giant fic is not probably not going to be finished today. So here's what I finished so far. The full fic will be posted as one later. Happy Halloween.

“Thanks for helping me hand out those treats, Ellis.” You walked back into the castle. “I’m glad we got to do something for Halloween before the moon comes out.” 

Earlier Victor had told you it was the Queen of the Night’s Halloween, which would make them more villainous by the time night rolled around. Which was why you celebrated the night before with some games and the type of things that were rumored to bring ghosts. It was a lot of fun.

“No problem. I liked being able to see you and everyone smile.”

You wondered how much time you had until sunset. It would be nice to be able to spend as much time as you could with them, but you were honestly looking forward to some time by yourself in your room. All day you had been pent up and you were eager to finally be able to relieve it.

You opened your mouth to speak again when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your head whipped over to see a glowing wisp floating through the air. You squinted, thinking it was a trick of the light. It suddenly moved and zipped past you and disappeared into the wall.

“Did you see that too?” you said.

“Yeah. I think I saw one earlier too.”

“I see you’ve met our new guests,” William’s voice made you turn around. Victor skipped beside him.

“Remember that fun little, cute game we did that was said to summon ghosts? Turns out it was real.”

“What?” Your mind stumbled over the implications. “How.. is that possible? Ghosts are real?”

“Curses are real. I’d say anything is fair game,” William said.

That explained why some of your things were misplaced earlier.

“Are they dangerous?” Ellis asked.

“No.”

“Not from what we can tell so far.”

“Either way, that book of spells we used might be more dangerous than we thought if they work,” Victor said.

“What did you do with it?” you said.

Alfons waltzed by, with Elbert beside him. “It seems during our fun we misplaced the book. Everyone has been working hard to find it.”

“...you have?” Elbert said.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’ve been with you the whole time.”

The two of them walked away.

“Oi,” Jude’s voice made you jump, “need ya to do something for me,” Jude said to Ellis.

“What do you think about all the ghosts, Jude?” you blurted out the question.

“Annoying as hell. Keeps makin’ me see things that ain’t there. Now c’mon.” He walked off impatiently.

“See you later,” Ellis whispered before leaving. He walked beside Jude, listened and nodded before running off somewhere else. Probably to do whatever Jude asked.

You turned back around to see Will still standing there, but Victor was gone.

“Where’d Victor go?”

“He had some things to do as the queen’s aide. He wished to say goodbye, but didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he told me to say it for him.”

You nodded. Your toe nudged the floor. “So, how long are the ghosts going to be here?”

“As long as they please,” he smiled. “Or until we can find the spell book. There’s a page on how to undo the ritual.”

You nodded. Too bad no one decided to do the counter spell for fun.

“Isn’t it exciting to have ghosts as guests?” William asked.

“I guess so.”

“Are you worried?”

“A little? It��ll just be something to get used to. The castle being haunted.”

He laughed. “That would make Crown Castle more interesting.”

You heard your name and turned to see Liam and Harrison. William gave a bow goodbye and you went to join Liam.

You talked a bit and promised he could help you with the treats next year. Harrison offered to help too, but you had a feeling he was going to snitch some of them for himself. You also saw Roger trying his best to get some data on the ghosts. A brief chat told you that it was hard to communicate with them. It was strange seeing them float around randomly and take different shapes.

You parted ways with the villains. It was starting to get dark. Your feet moved faster as you tried to get to your room. You were aching just thinking about finally getting some time to yourself and you walked faster.

Was it just you, or were there more ghosts? Or were they just changing to be bigger. They moved all around you. You just ignored it and the tight feeling in your chest. You blinked when you thought you saw a forest in the corner of your eye.

You shook your head and kept walking. But you just kept getting turned around. No matter how far you walked, you couldn’t find the right door, and it felt like you were taking the same turn over and over again.

The ghosts whispered screams into your ears. You shook your head harder and covered your ears with your palms. It was going to be alright. You just needed to find your room. If you could find your room? Could you find your room? Were they just going to be in your room too?

You ran faster and faster, feeling lost in the castle for the first time since you first arrived. You turned corners again and again. Feeling hope when you saw somewhere that looked familiar, then despair when it didn’t again.

You just held still and your body twitched. It looked like the walls were moving. You held a sob in your throat as you slumped against the wall. Your back dragged against something that didn’t feel right. You looked behind you. In a moment, you briefly saw it was a bookcase behind you. You reached out and felt it.

The cool leather of the books seeped into your fingertips. You were in the library. How the hell did you manage to get all the way over here? Your body trembled with a sob.

For a moment, you thought you heard the click of dress shoes on the floor. You nearly dismissed it as a hallucination when you heard it again. You looked up and saw someone walk into view. Alfons glanced around. Was it really him or were the ghosts messing with you again. He didn’t have his usual smile on his face.

His eyes caught onto you and his smile returned.

“Why hello. And I thought you had already went to your room like a good robin. You really should before you run across Elbert.”

“I couldn’t find it.” Your voice came out sadder than you meant it to.

He hummed and walked up to you. You didn’t move and stayed curled up.

“May I ask what you’re doing down there?”

“I don’t feel like getting up.”

After a moment he lowered himself and sat beside you.

“What if you aren’t real?” You sniffled. After a second of silence, “Say something only he would know.” 

He grinned.

“Last week when you lost a card bet, you-” 

“Okay. You’re him,” you quickly cut him off. 

“I don’t believe the spirits have gotten that good at their illusions yet to impersonate someone. And one touch will prove if it’s real or not. My dreams are far more potent.”

You stared at the ground. You had no idea what time it was. Or if it was dark outside or not. Not with the ghosts messing with you.

“Why are they doing this?”

“They may be bored.”

You shook your head. “I know they aren’t real, and I shouldn’t worry. But I…” You trailed off and rocked yourself a bit.

“I see your distress is still real.” He shook his head. “That’s a problem.”

He leaned in and tilted your head up. His warm breath fanned over your skin.

“They can’t hurt you. You should be more concerned about me.” Without even giving you time to think, he lightly stroked your skin. “Would you like a distraction?”

He quickly worked your body up again. Especially after not being able to mastrubate earlier, since the spirits foiled that plan. You couldn’t help but nod.

He leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss. It quickly enveloped you. You tried to keep up with him. His tongue pushed into your mouth and took your breath away. You moved closer. He stroked your back and shoulder, sensual and teasing. You moaned softly and pressed your thighs together.

He pulled back. You didn’t even notice when he took his glove off when you felt his bare fingers on the nape of your neck.

“There are no ghosts of ghouls. We’re simply having fun together.”

You blinked and the library looked normal. You tried to remember why you were sitting on the floor again when Alfons nipped at your neck. You gasped. He quickly slipped under your clothes to feel your sex. 

You opened up your legs to let him in more. He chuckled.

“You always respond so sweetly.”

You bucked yourself into him, using your back on the bookcase for leverage. You moaned more loudly as the pressure in you grew. So desperate that you didn’t notice you were beginning to rock the bookcase behind you.

“Careful.” His hand went to the wood to steady it.

As he did there was a loud thump. You both jumped and turned to the direction of the noise. It was a book. You looked between it and the bookcase. Something seemed off. The way it fell… it was like it was placed on top, not on one of the shelves.

“What’s this?” Alfons briefly removed his hand from you.

You reached over and grabbed it. Your eyes scanned the cover. It was the spell book from last night.

“Wasn’t Victor looking for this?”

Why was it on the very top of the bookcase? Like someone was trying to hide it.

His eyes widened and he looked around, like he saw something you couldn’t. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” He said and looked at you like nothing was wrong. “But I suggest that we-”

Wait a second- The memory of the ghosts came back to you all at once. Suddenly you couldn’t see. Wisps of white clouded your vision and swirled around you as if they were angry. The whispered screams filled your ears and you pressed your palms to your ears. 

You thought you hear Alfons’s voice through it and lifted your hands.

“Just keep walking. You’ve suffered worse than this,” he said.

You tried to catch his hand, but couldn’t find him. You felt a tug on the book and you tucked it under your arm. With a deep breath, you just put one foot after another.

It felt like the wind was in your face. You closed your eyes and just kept walking. Using your arms to feel the walls and try to navigate through the castle. You kept holding on tight to the book, and switched your hold to press it against your chest.

Slowly the sounds in your ear stopped. You opened your eyes to see them slowly floating to a stop and a figure with a black and purple cape swatting at the ghosts.

“Jude?”

He was cursing under his breath as he touched each one and they stopped. Your eyes widened.

While you were distracted, the book was tugged out of your hands. You cried out and reached out for it. Another hand snatched it up for you and touched the ghost that immediately stopped. Your eyes met with cold amethyst ones. You froze.

“You… you can make them sleep?”

He grunted. “It’s hard as hell, but yes.” His scowl made your blood turn cold.. “What the hell ya doin’ all the way out here? Listenin’ to none of the warnin’s to get in bed before dark? Ya realize ya owe me fer helpin’ ya.” He took a step closer.

“I couldn’t find the door.”

“Of course ya couldn’t.” He rolled his eyes a bit. “No one’s findin’ the right door in a shitstorm like this.” His eyes drifted to the book he’d caught. “What’s this?”

You held it up. “The spell book.”

His eyebrow raised. “The one we need ta get rid of all these pests?”

“Yes.”

“What’d it say?”

You glanced down at it and bit your lip. “I haven’t checked yet.”

He grit his teeth. “Why the hell not? You just been wanderin’ around like a limp deer? Come on.”

He placed it on the nearby table and grabbed your hair to pull you to it. Your hands went out to catch yourself and his knee went between your legs behind you.

“Find it.”

Your eyes widen. Even compared to usual, this was mean. Is this part of the Queen of the Night?

He pressed his knee harder into you. “The longer ya take, the longer I keep getting to do what I want with cha as punishment.”

You flipped the book open and started to look through the pages as he grinded his legs onto you. You bit your lip and held back the moans as your shaking hands kept searching. It was hard to read in the dark. And you were still sensitive from earlier. A whimper escaped you and you tried to keep yourself from moving against him. You hadn’t even gotten to cum earlier either.

You throbbed against him and dug your fingers into the table. You hissed as he pushed harder.

You were lifted to your toes on occasion. It was so hard to focus.

He laughed. “Startin’ to think you wanted me to punish and use ya.”

You bit down harder on your lip. You couldn’t even say that you weren’t enjoying it. You whimpered and your eye caught on something.

“Found it! It’s right here,” you pointed to it.

“Finally.  Thought you’d stall ‘til the night was over.”

“I wasn’t-”

“What’s it say?”

“Oh. ‘In the room you originally summoned them… draw the symbol on the floor and say the counter spell',” you read. You were in the dining hall when you were messing around with the book. “Okay. So now we just have to-”

You tried to push back when you found he wouldn’t let you.

“Ya thought I was done with ya? Ya still owe me fer stoppin’ the ghosts ‘n getting’ back the book ya lost.” You could hear his smirk. “Keep going. I saw ya grindin’ like a slut.”

A whine escaped your throat before you could stop it. You were still aching. You swallowed your pride and rubbed yourself on him. Your head fell back as you whimpered. Trying to rub up against him just right. The material of his pants felt so good. Or maybe you were just horny.

He laughed. “Ya really are hopeless.”

He pushed harder, once, twice. Tears pricked at your eyes. Pleads fell from your mouth. You were actually getting close. God, you couldn’t believe you were so horny that you were actually close just from this.

Your nails dug into the table. Just a little more.

He pulled his leg away and you almost fell down.

You turned with your eyebrows furrowed. He just smiled. Of course he wasn’t going to let you. Especially not tonight.

“What’s with that disappointed face? Only makes me want to do it again.” 

You sighed and shook your head. You just needed to get this over with so you could finally get to your room.

“Okay. Now we have to go to the dining room,” you said as you tried to pretend your legs weren’t shaking.

“We? I’m doin’ it. Yer staying here.”

He reached out to grab the book. On impulse you snatched it up before he could and pulled it close to your chest. The look he gave you made you shiver and step back.

You screwed up your courage. “I’m helping. I’m not staying here with no idea when this is going to end and waiting until the ghosts wake up. I’m going to help.”

You knew he was going to argue. Before he could protest, you started running in the direction of the dining hall. He cursed and followed after you.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 43

Synopsis : Reader tries to distract Em from his disappointment.

Author’s note : Thank you (as usual) to @shady-577 who agreed to read this beforehand. And thank you to all of you who have been reading my stuff lately ❤️. I don’t have time to reply to every single Ask you send but I see all the love and I’m grateful for it 🥰

- Marshall, you’re going to kill me ! You nearly cried as the love of your life planted a kiss on your neck, signaling he was ready for yet another round.

- Of course not, he cooed. You’ve got more in you.

- I don’t think I do, you panted. I’m exhausted.

- Fine, he said with a small pout before kissing your temple. I guess I can wait a bit.

It had been nearly a week since he last set foot in the studio and, instead of working on his music, he had apparently decided to work on your cardio. Judging by his efforts in the bedroom, he was trying to determine how many orgasms it would take to kill you. He seemed to be horny all the time and, what was all fun and games in the first days of him staying home turned out to be exhausting. Sure, it seemed like champagne problems. Too much pleasure, too many orgasms… a lot of women would argue that, at least, you were with a man who put your pleasure first and foremost and that you were lucky. But you had reached the point of exhaustion. You were even starting to doubt whether or not Marshall was taking stimulants because it made absolutely no sense for a man his age to have such insane stamina. Thank God, he was just as skilled and attentive when it came to aftercare and, each time you reached your limits, he made up for it by dotting on you. Plus, with your thumb being broken, he was extra attentive. For the past seven days, he had been all over you and you hadn’t been able to get much done. Arguably, your broken thumb had been a pain in the ass but it didn’t help that Marshall wouldn’t let you leave the bedroom.

You let your head roll on the pillow while Marshall got up and went to the bathroom to draw a bath for the both of you. God knows your sore muscles needed it. You joined him a couple of minutes later and found him inspecting his face in the mirror.

- Your beard is getting too long, old man, you giggled. You need to trim it.

- You think ? He asked.

- I know, you said with a smirk. With the amount of time you spend with your face between my legs, I can feel it.

- Oh, he simply chortled. Sorry about that, babe. Yeah I haven’t trimmed it in a minute. I keep up with it when I go to work, usually but… you know.

- Yeah, about that, you hummed. When do you think you’ll go back ?

He sighed and looked at you, arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t seem too happy with the question but you knew you had to bring it up anyway. You stared at him, waiting for an answer.

- I’m not going back, he simply said.

- Marshall, you said softly.

- What ? He sighed. Don’t you like having me home ? We’re having a good time !

- You know it’s not that, you said softly as you cupped his face. But now that you’re talking about it… I don’t think my body can take it. Nor can the checklist of everything I need to do for the wedding. I’m behind on everything !

- Come on, he said with an eye roll. It’s not that bad.

- Twelve, you simply said.

- Twelve what ? He asked.

- That’s the number of times we did it yesterday, you giggled.

- If you were still able to count, I guess I didn’t do a great job, he said with a smirk before grabbing your waist. Might have to correct that.

- I swear to God, if you try this, I will cry, you giggled.

He chuckled and pulled you into his warm embrace as you both watched the water fill the tub.

- Are you going to share your secret, though ? You asked as you nuzzled his chest.

- Secret ? He asked.

- How do you do it ? You giggled. Viagra ?

- No, he chuckled. But judging by your complaints, if I were to take that, I would break you. I don’t know, I’ve always had a high sex drive.

- It’s through the roof, these days, though, you pointed out.

- I tend to have some phases I go through, he shrugged. I work like that. I find something and I pour all of my energy into that. Like when I got back to exercising when I got sober. I tend to hyper focus on things and not half-ass it.

- I see, you hummed. So… it’s not because I’m irresistible ?

- What ? Of course, he said. I didn’t-

- Relax. I’m just joking, you said before kissing his pec. I get it. Plus, sex is great when it comes to getting your mind off things.

- Right, he nodded. I need that, lately.

You hummed and entered the bathtub. You sat in silence, enjoying the warm water and Marshall’s embrace, gently stroking his arm.

- You know you can talk to me, right ? You nudged him.

- I know, he sighed. I just… I’m so used to pouring all of my energy into my work that now, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I have this anger, this energy…

- Have you tried writing about it ? You suggested. That usually works for you.

- I can’t, he groaned. Because if I write about it, I have to do the whole thing. Again, I can’t half-ass it. So I have to record it, speak it, rap it. I have thousands of recorded verses, just to ease my mind. I know it’s fucked up, but that’s how I work. But I can’t do that now because it doesn’t feel like a safe space anymore. Because some nasty shit I do might get leaked. And I can’t trust anyone, now.

You nodded and squeezed his hand, encouraging him to keep talking.

- And even if I could, I wouldn’t trust myself, he continued. Because… look at what happened. I hurt you. I fucked us over.

- We could always put the home studio back together ? You offered. No iCloud, all analog, you wouldn’t have to see anyone…

- I don’t want that shit in our home, he said as he shook his head. If I’m honest, I should have tossed it away a long time ago. When I was at the height of my addiction, I used to go to the basement and get high all the time. I don’t have good memories. But it’s also hard because rapping… it’s all I have, you know ? I’m just frustrated. Whatever. It’ll pass. I talked to the therapist about it. I’m working through it but it takes time. That’s tough to swallow.

- Right, you hummed. But… in the meantime, you’re just… not working ?

- I guess, he shrugged. It’s just as well, though. I guess being home will be good for me. For us. We’re still working through our own issues, doing therapy. We could use some time just the two of us.

- I like having you with me, you said lovingly. I just want to make sure you’re ok. So… are you ?

- I don’t know, he said earnestly. Honestly, I don’t think so. I’m mad at tracy for the shit she pulled. I’m fucking livid ! And it’s not only about the leak, you know ? But she was my friend ! She worked with me for almost a quarter of a century. Nevermind the fact that we dated, but she was there for every important moment of my life. Not just my career, bu my personal life, too ! She was almost an aunt to the girls, you know ? When I was heartbroken, I can’t even tell you about the number of times she was there for me. She was always the one telling me I deserved to be happy, she supported me in everything I did ! She was just as important as Paul. You haven’t been alive long enough to know what it’s like to be betrayed by someone who’s been in your life and working alongside you for this long but I can tell you… It fucking hurts. I always thought « If I can’t trust Tracy, I can’t trust anyone ». Well… I guess I can’t trust anyone. I really can’t. It feels like I’ve been lied to for the past twenty-five years.

- I hate to be the one saying this, but what she did, however vile, doesn’t erase most of the good times you had, you said tentatively.

- No but it does, he said. She ruined the most important things for me ! By leaking that fucking track, she hurt you, she ruined your reputation, she ruined my relationship with my daughters and she ruined the thing that makes me feel alive : music ! How the fuck am I supposed to go back to work after this ? I was fucked over ! All the things I worked so hard to build protect, they’re fucking gone !

You stared at him and saw tears well in his eyes, a mix of sadness and anger. His baby blue eyes gazed into yours before looking away as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

- I’m sorry, he mumbled. That needed to come out. I shouldn’t bother you with that shit. You have enough on your plate as it is. You’ve been through a lot and it’s my fault.

- Babe, no ! You immediately interjected. I did ask if you were ok and I’m glad you were honest. You’re allowed to be honest and vulnerable.

- That’s exactly how I feel, he sighed. Vulnerable. You know, when I was a scrawny kid whose life sucked, music was my safe space. It’s what made me feel good, allowed me to feel tough. I can’t tell you how amazing it felt, the day I realized I was good at rapping. I decided that I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. And it allowed me to channel all the feelings that were overwhelming for me. And even later, when so much shit went down… It fucking saved my life. So now, not feeling confident, and having been fucked over by one of he people I built everything with… It fucking sucks. I’ve spent the past week trying not to think about it. Every time I do, I feel fucking helpless.

You nodded sympathetically and cupped his face. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes before pulling you closer to him and burying his face in your neck. You weren’t used to seeing him so vulnerable and, even in the rare instances he was, he usually wasn’t so vocal about his feelings. You were happy he had finally spoken about it, and that he felt safe enough with you to tell you how he really felt. You held him and ran a hand in his back, gently stroking his skin, feeling him ease up against you.

- It feels good, he whispered. Thank you.

- You don’t have to thank me, you hummed. I love you. I want to be here for you, take care of you…

- It’s my job, though, he mumbled.

- It’s a two-way street, you know ? You giggled. We can take care of each other.

- I like that, he nodded with his eyes closed. I love you.

- I love you too, you replied lovingly. Now how about we get up, put on some clothes and watch Superbad ?

- I thought you didn’t like that movie ? He asked.

- I just don’t love it as much as you do, you shrugged. Plus, I know it’s your favorite.

He smiled against your skin and you stayed in each other’s arms for a few minutes before getting out of the bathtub. You got dressed and you ordered Marshall to get in bed while you went downstairs and prepared some snacks for the two of you. You were putting everything on a tray in the kitchen when he walked in.

- I told you to stay upstairs, you scolded.

- How are you going to carry everything, smart-ass ? He asked.

- With one hand, you shrugged.

- So that I have to get up and clean after your clumsy ass once everything’s on the floor ? Don’t think so, he chuckled. You don’t have to take care of me, you know ?

- I know. I want to, though, you assured him.

- What do you have in mind, then ? He mused.

- Well, believe it or not, I don’t really have a « my boyfriend’s been fucked over by a longtime friend and employee who turned out to be a bitch » protocol in place. So I’m giving you the « heartbroken bestie » treatment, you said.

- Which is ?

- It involves a bed, a movie, tons of snacks and cuddles. A face mask if you feel like it.

- I guess it’s worth a try, he said with a smile. Thanks, babe.

You went upstairs and stuck to the plan. You were in Marshall’s arms while you both watched the movie and he mindlessly played with your hair. A funny scene came on and you noticed he was not even paying attention to the movie.

- You’re not laughing ? You asked with a raised eyebrow.

- What ? He asked. Oh. Yeah.

- It’s not working very well, is it ? You asked.

- No, it is, he shrugged. I mean… I don’t know. I’m just thinking about a lot of stuff. It’s hard to turn my brain off. I’m sorry. Does it usually work when one of your friends gets dumped ?

- Sometimes, you shrugged. If memory serves, putting on slutty dresses and going dances can work too, but I’m sensing it’s not for you. Though your music videos prove that you’ve worn your fair share of slutty dresses. Or… We could go for a drive.

- Sounds good, he said as he got up. We haven’t left the house in a week.

- Whose fault is that ? You asked with a grin.

- Mine, I know, he chuckled.

- I liked the drives we used to go on, you commented. I remember the first one. It was great.

- When I took you to the observatory, when we met ?

- No, the time we went for a drive in the Aston Martin, you corrected. Right after our first movie night. I remember feeling so good with you. Thinking « wow, he’s great in bed and I love being in the car with him ».

- It was fun, he nodded.

- And then, you broke my heart, you recalled. When you said nothing would happen between us, ever again.

- Stupidest thing I’ve ever said, he chuckled. Because I’m fucking glad we’re together. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

You squeed and kissed him before getting up and putting some shoes on. You headed to the garage where Marshall let you pick a car for your drive. On an everyday basis, he usually drove the Escalade because it was more practical and less flashy than the others, but night drives like this were an opportunity to enjoy his impressive car collection. You settled for the Lamborghini Aventador, much to his delight. You knew it was one of his favorites. As you were exiting the garage, he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

- The point of this whole thing is to cheer me up, right ? He asked.

- It is, you agreed. But why do I feel you’re up to something ?

- I have an idea, he said with a smile. How about you get behind the wheel ?

- Y-you want me to drive ? You asked nervously.

- We always talked about how I’d have to teach you, he shrugged. It makes sense now that you live here. If you knew how to drive, you wouldn’t need Uber or people chauffeuring you around. Honestly, I’m shocked you didn’t learn earlier.

- That’s because cities in Europe are centered around pedestrians, you explained.

- You’ve lived in the US for years, babe ! Come on, I’ll teach you, he said with excitement. You always say you like my car collection !

- Yeah, they’re nice to look at, but…. Do you really trust me with your car ? You asked. Especially this one ?

- A car’s a car, he shrugged. You have to start somewhere ! Come on, I’ll just show you how it works and we won’t even get out of the property.

- My thumb’s broken, you reminded him.

- Come on, people drive with splints all the time, he chuckled. Please ? We’ll have fun !

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow but his smile was so genuine that you ended up caving in. In your twenty-eight years of life, you had never bothered with learning how to drive, partly because the Europe infrastructure thing was true, but also because you were terrified. However you trusted Marshall with your life so you were ok with giving it a go. You switched places in the car and he quickly explained the basics to you. You listened carefully, trying to make mental notes of everything. You started the car as he encouraged you and walked you through the pedals.

- See ? It’s easy ! He said with a smile. Now, we’re going to drive a bit, ok ?

- Ok, you said as you tried to get your confidence together.

You managed to work the pedals and drove a bit around the house. Honestly, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be and you enjoyed it. You also liked having Marshall coaching you through the whole thing, a hand on your thigh.

- I did it !!! You shrieked in excitement. It’s actually really easy !

- Hang on, he chuckled. You haven’t tried driving stick, or in traffic. But I’m proud of you, babe. Now how about we go for an actual drive ?

- You don’t want me to drive on the road, do you ?! You asked in panic.

- Of course not, he chuckled. I don’t want to get pulled over by the cops. Or die. I’ll drive.

You switched places again and drove for a while, listening to the radio. Some hip-hop tracks that Marshall hadn’t heard yet came up and he listened carefully, commenting on a couple of bars. Most of the time, when he listened to tracks, he did so on his own but you actually enjoyed having him provide content, context and explaining the most intricate bars to you. Whenever he talked about music, you could see his eyes light up. You watched him lovingly as he rambled on, talking about an artist, commenting on their discography. At one point, you stopped at a drive-thru and ordered some food, before driving to the observatory where he took you, after you first met. You sat in the car as you watched the sun set, talking about random things.

- I like this, you commented.

- Yeah ? He asked. I’m glad. I can’t believe you had never had Taco Bell before !

- No, I mean, this, you said as you gestured to the both of you. Going on a drive, talking, enjoying sunset… I like this. I’m happy living with you and all, but I like going out of the house and just talking, and not just about what we did during the day. Is it crazy that I feel like we haven’t done that in a while ?

- No, I agree, he said with a smile. Does that count as a date, then ?

- I think it does, you giggled. I like dating you, Marshall.

- I like dating you too, babe, he said softly. Now that I have more time, I’ll be more present, I promise.

- You’ll have to go back to work eventually, though, you pointed out.

- I don’t know, he shrugged. I love my job. Music is… It’s everything to me, you know ? But maybe it’s a sign. Maybe I should put a stop to all of this. Maybe I could just sell Effigy, call it quits and focus on my foundation and my family life. Us. Maybe I should retire.

[juh-wasnt-deactivated19691231]

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a weary traveler’s guide to the poison bogs of tumblr

welcome to the land that cannot be killed in a way that matters. we have plenty of in-jokes, but this post isn’t about sightseeing: it’s about survival. there are many things to be wary of.

bots, nefarious

most of our evildoers appear to be automated. they spread lies and hate, but mostly they spread inflammatory language, with the goal of wasting your time and making you mad. often you’ll see that these blogs have no pfp, or they are Single Issue Bloggers, or they leave an inflammatory comment on everything they share. block and move on.

bots, annoying

i would classify the gazabots, pornbots, and thirst traps here. gaza is a real tragedy, but the bots sending spam aren’t helping. porn is wonderful, but the bots are scams. the thirst traps have little substance to them, but they must exist for some greater purpose—i think they metamorphose into full-fledged scams or maybe evildoers later in their lifecycle? block and move on.

terfs and other fascists, human

similar to the nefarious bots, but seemingly more human. this does not change their goals or my recommendations, though. they are not here with an open mind, and you cannot reason with fascism, because it has no root in reason. block and move on. do not engage.

morality

mos eisley cantina is our spiritual ancestor. this is the “lying, cheating, and stealing for fun are good and morally correct and you should do them always” website, at its extreme. there are folks who think you shouldn’t hold a food sharing program unless all of the food is stolen. BUT there are also folks who just think sharing is good. we really run the gamut here. trust your gut, you can ask questions once in a while, but don’t be surprised if a stranger bites your head off. understand that if something seems fishy, there’s a good chance it is, and you need to factor that into how much thought you give their statements and how much you care about the discussion.

on that note

yeah so tumblr is a very queer place (in spite of its management, as with everything else we do). there’s a lot of pro-queer stuff, there’s occasionally someone who thinks they’re pro-queer but would get mad at me for using the term “queer” for some reason (? block and move on, or point and laugh, dealer’s choice). if you are not some form of Not The Default, or if you just feel Too Normal, it’s okay. i am personally granting you permission to be here and to have fun. if someone has a problem with that, block and move on, or even just ignore it. a lot of people here are not good at conveying their points, a lot of people are angry, and we are famous for our piss-poor reading comprehension. don’t take it personally. they’re just Like That.

seriousness

most of tumblr ranges from neutral to deeply unserious. if someone’s discussing a heavy topic or making sense, they might be serious, we do have some of that, and sometimes there’s really good things to see here. but don’t expect a whole lot of Genuine Discourse and Thoughtful Discussion on average, unless you find your way into those circles. i tagged a post #christianity once and my notes were clogged with people having philosophical discussion about forgiving satan and it was weird.

argument

I once saw advice here that said, some people like arguing, and others don’t. If you like arguing, it’s super important to find other people who enjoy arguing, so that you can have your stimulating discussions with them, without totally burning out your friends who just want to get along. this really cleared up a lot of things for me, and i saw the light. (it turns out i don’t like arguing)

the bottom line

you’re here to have fun! so do that. our motto is “do whatever you want forever.” if you’re not having fun, take a step back to wonder why. you don’t have to post, or comment, or add tags, or even like the posts. you can just scroll if you want. if you like interaction, you can curate a blog (original posts and reblogs) that you like or that you think other people will like. my blog is mostly shitposting, cats, and advice, and sometimes computer things, but i moved most of that to my datacenter blog. you can send asks, you can receive asks (but don’t be disappointed if you never get any—most of us don’t. be the change you wish to see in the world!). understand that there is no Algorithm, and the only way to find something is to tag it and remember that tag later. godspeed mooncat.

further reading

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i did wind up having to do some work into monday & a little on tuesday, and should prrrrobably do a mid-break admin catch up session tomorrow, but even so i have been having a very nice time off! we were able to head up for family stuff on christmas eve into christmas day, which was very exciting because our nephew is now JUST old enough for real legos if he gets some help :) thursday i took for chipping away at chores (i conquered dish mountain and finally did All my laundry and hopefully can now settle into doing one load once a week like a normal person….); friday i went over a friend’s to watch cinema classique xtina/cher vehicle burlesque, in which among other miraculous happenings dr. sam from new girl fucks stanley tucci; saturday i split a pot of tea & a slice of pistachio-chocolate cake with a friend at a yemeni coffee shop & saw her again at the party after which some of us got a nightcap at a local bar and i wound up drunkenly booking a haircut at 4:25 in the morning, which is very silly but you know i’ve been putting it off for months; today i slept off last night and did some end of year journaling & reflecting and then headed into the city to catch babygirl with some friends, at which i had somehow an even better time than i had hoped for. i have mostly been extremely physically lazy but i did get my five workouts in even through the very worst of the luteal times; i have been extremely intellectually lazy more or less without exception. in my head when i pictured my Staycation i thought i would go to museums and such but i really forgot how much i need an effort shutdown at the end of the year and also hate leaving the apartment when it’s cold and i feel fortunate to have had fun find its way to me anyway. i have zero plans tomorrow and then fun plans four days in a row and then one final mostly empty day (which realistically speaking will also be spent sleeping off the night before), which seems basically ideal for me in terms of the relaxation-stimulation balance.

[pupyuj]

I hope you're doing okay 🙏I've been thinking lately and thought why not share it with my favorite fellow yujin simp.

just thinking about how she needs you really bad but you're at an I've practise of hers or in a dressing room for one of her performances.

Baby girl comes up to you all cutely 🥺🥺and hugs you to then whisper in your ear how badly she needs you, she's been thinking about it ALL DAY and having you so close is driving her wild.🥴

You successfully escape the said room to find a quite place to ruin her in. Telling her to be quite for you, "you don't want anyone to hear us right love?"🤭🤫

Yujin being a mess, gripping at your clothes, whining and moaning in your ear😳, bitting your neck as she's close to silence herself 'cause she knows she'd be to loud otherwise. she' s been craving you for hours and that build up + your fingers is just to much for our puppy. 🥰

Also can I be 🧇anon?

tee hee this was 🧇 anon's first ask but i couldn't work on it back then :((( SO HERE I AM :DDDD choosing the dressing room setting too cuz 👀

thinking about yujin who feels like she can't wait for you to touch her until the end of her performance so she's glued to you the entire time she and the girls were sitting patiently in their room waiting for their turn on the stage :((( her pressing her cheek against your shoulder, smiling fondly as you made jokes with jiwon and gaeul, listened intently while rei was telling a story, laughing at your stupid antics with hyunseo and wony, she was so in love with you :((( her mind turning into a puddle when you put your hand on her thigh... you didn't mean to turn her on or anything! and it wasn't your fault that she was so desperate to be fucked! 😵‍💫

her tugging at your sleeve, putting her lips close to your ear, "i really need you, unnie... i'm so wet." see, you weren't really the type to just have sex anywhere whenever you want, so you looked at her with wide eyes at first 😭😭 yujinnie thinking that she might have weirded you out, pouting and looking away, more than ready to just hold it all back until you wanted to touch her :((( but then you excused yujin and yourself to a separate, small empty room right next door 🤭 surprising yujin when you pressed her back against the wall, your knee already sneaking in between her thighs 🫠

yujin was by no means a hard sub but it was rare to see her as she is right now: needy and impatient, practically begging for you to fuck her with the way she grinded on your thigh,, "please, please, please..." she was whining so cutely ☹️ you were never able to say no to yujin... but this was such a once in a lifetime opportunity to push her over the edge for omce,, she always got what she wanted from you, so why not have fun and mess with her for now?? pulling down her safety shorts along with her panties, pressing your thigh against her bare cunt,, yujinnie thinking that you were going to fuck her hard and fast but immediately reads your intent when you started kissing up her neck,, "unnie.. un-unnie, please... just fuck me, i need you..." but she can't help liking the feeling of your lips on her skin :(((

you were careful not to leave marks, but with how weakly you were kissing her yujin only grew more desperate 🫠 she grabs one of the hands you've placed on her breasts and puts it close to her cunt but you swat her hand away, "let me have my way with you or else i'll refuse to touch you the entire day." and that seemed to shut her up quickly,, the pup needed some training anyway,, telling you all that nasty stuff while in the presence of her staff team and members! you would have found it embarrassing had someone heard her... but you'll let it pass just this once bcs yujin was being so cute 🤭

pinching her nipples through all the fabric she was wearing,, yujinnie whining so much bcs while she does feel something, it's not enough :(( humping your thigh mildly to stimulate her clit,, "oh, puppy... you're drenched... you must be really horny, hm?" teasing her after seeing the mess she's made from her wetness alone,, yujin refusing to make eye contact bcs she knew why this was such a big deal to you :((( "you gonna come just from this?" and despite being desperate to come, yujin still had this huge ass pride and refuses to give you more reasons to make fun of her so she holds her climax back,,

it wasn't going to be for long though 😈 without warning, you thrusted two fingers inside her, deeply and harshly,, yujinnie having to hold you so close to drown out her moans,, hands clutching onto your clothes so tightly you thought she was going to rip them to shreds,, "u-unnie..! unnie, unnie..!!" she was so loud 🫣🫣 but your thrusts never ceased even with the risk of being caught,, you only fucked her faster and even deeper, hitting all of her sweet spots and turning her brain into mush with each hit,, slipping a third finger in so suddenly?? spreading her cunt and using your other hand to play with her clit—god, yujin was screaming at this point...

"come lots, yujin-ah.. make this risk worth it.. you're unnie's good girl, aren't you? aren't you, puppy?"

between the nickname, the three fingers stretching her pussy so fucking well, and your breath on her neck, yujin came hard—writhing beneath you and biting your shirt as she squirted all over your fingers,,, legs shaking so hard she nearly collapses, tears squeezing out the corner of her eyes bcs of her climax :((( "thank you.. thank you..." and she doesn't forget to kiss you and clean up the mess on your hand herself,, licking and sucking,, grinning at your flustered face at the sight,, whether she's subbing or domming, yujin will never not drive you insane 🥴

she definitely asks for more if there's time!! otherwise both of you will be at it all night long, no breaks—just how she likes it 😈

[zkootza]

Signalis oc

CW , gun

Biomechanical with Re-inforced Polyethylene-Shell, Titanium Skeleton. Comes eqipped with High-Security Reinforced Armor Plating, And a Repair Logic Module. Built to handle extreme temperatures, and rough terrain.

Generation 4 Expeditionist 220 CM.

Rambling stuff, might not be well formulated. im not good at that :')

Efficient but playful, Fearless/thrill seeking. Doesnt care too much of itself or other units well being, unless it directly affects their assigned mission. Needs some form of stimulation, if these units arent assigned a task/mission for too long, they become quite troublesome. Intentionally starting trouble for their own enjoyment, or starting rumours. These units should be paired with an older unit to keep them in check. RBER units does not like being in small, enclosed spaces. Prolonged exposure to enclosed spaces can lead to persona degredation and resurfacing gestalt memories.

Rber units doesnt work well with Eulr units because both units will engage with rumours and gossip, which distracts from work.

Rber units do not get along with Storch units. Rabens playful nature can quickly clash with Storches. Do not leave these units together for a prolonged duration, Rber units stronger shells and higher pain tolerance, can cause a storch unit further frustration when physical punishment yields in-effective

Rber units take a more personal liking to a select other replika models, like eules and mynahs. And ironically enough, storch units. Raben doesnt like kolibris, they view kolibris as party poopers. Often making fun of their stature.

If you've bothered to read all of this, i thank you ヾ(•ω•`)o Sorry if some things doesnt fully make sense, formulation is not my strong suit.