#but just know i thought abt it for a second.....

[bahablastplz]

Changbin + Choking

CW: Choking (obviously), Slight dom Changbin, praise, thigh riding WC: 650

Thinking abt asking Changbin to choke you for the first time…

“You want me to what?” 

“You know, choke me? If you’re okay with it, I mean… but I just thought it would be hot.” 

“But what if I hurt you baby?” He looks up at you for a second, concern washing over his features. 

“I kind of… want you to?” He looks at you with wide eyes, but you interrupt him before he can speak. “Okay well, it’s more like, really hot to think that you *could* hurt me, you know? Like you have these really big and sexy muscles, you’re really strong so you can like, hold me in place and squeeze my throat without really hurting me, but I’ll feel it, right? Like, you’re the one that has all that power over me, you’re the one in control,” you say. You know you’re rambling, but when you look up your boyfriend has a pained expression on his face. 

“Mhmm,” is all he says, but it sounds more like a squeak. 

“Bin… you okay?” “Am I okay… yeah yeah yeah yeah, I’m fine!” He says all too quickly. “I’m so fine. I’m really good, actually, I’m–” 

“Bin.” 

He takes a deep breath and looks at you, pink dusting his cheeks. “Fine, baby. That was just so hot, I don’t know. I’m just embarrassed about how that made me feel. Why don’t you come here, yeah? And I can show you?”

He pulls you into where he’s sitting on the couch, his hands on your hips as he guides you down. As you start to straddle him he tsks, picking you up and placing you right where he wants you–His thigh. 

“Wait, Bin… I want you–”

“Shh,” he interrupts. “You’re gonna be okay. Can you show me how badly you want me? Need you to get off on my thigh first.” 

You hesitate for a second but when his hand wraps around your throat you gasp. Your hips start moving back and forth on his clothed thigh before you can even think further. 

“Fuck, baby. Just like that. You like my muscles that much? Need you to show me how good my thigh is making you feel.” 

The hand on your throat squeezes just a little bit and when you let out a delicious moan your boyfriend lets out his own breathy sigh in return. He looks just as utterly wrecked, eyes dark and lips parted and hair messed up and sticking out in the wrong places–all from the simple actions of you grinding against his thigh, your clothed clit rubbing deliciously against the material. 

You get worked up way too fast until your hips sputter, losing your rhythm. Before you realize, you’re rocking back and forth at that same speed, and you realize that Changbin is pushing and pulling you onto his thigh by the grip on your throat. His grip is sturdy but not bruising, though the way he manhandles you by the most vulnerable part of your body with all of the control in the world makes your head spin. You let your body still, him now doing most of the work for you.

“Fuck, close…” you warn. 

You feel him flex his thigh underneath you, the muscles contracting against your clothed core. He drags your body against the fabric even harder, the pressure building up even more. 

“You look so good like this,” he breathes. “God baby, cum for me. Let me make you finish all over me so I can fuck you on my cock.” 

Your thighs shake as you finish and he helps you ride out your release before he lets go of your neck. You slump forward into him, catching your breath as he cradles your head into him, stroking your hair. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay baby? Want me to choke you while you ride my cock?” 

*** Masterlist Recs

[hopleii]

should've said no,

content: dazai x fem!reader, toxic relationship, lovebombing, gaslighting, manipulating, cheating, fighting, swearing, angst no comfort, kinda ooc but kinda not, semi-proofread, trashy writing

a/n: had a mental breakdown abt my ex so i was like 'our whole relationship would be a good story' so yeah!

you knew, you always knew that dazai had a way with women. he was handsome and charming, he could easily get any girl he wanted with just a few words, and that's how he got you.

a year ago, you went to a formal event with your friends. you were third-wheeling with them and their boyfriends, as expected. taking small sips out of your glass, enjoying the tart and sweet taste of wine, you sat there unaware that you had caught someone's eye.

"what's a pretty girl like you sitting alone here?" a feathery voice from behind you snapped you out of your thoughts, you turned back to see a brunette man with a handsome face, no, handsome was an understatement. he was gorgeous.

"my, my...you are indeed pretty," he says in a gentle voice as if you'd float away if he wasn't careful. you got a bit shy and looked away, averting your gaze to cover up the flustered look on your face. "hey...look at me." the man whined,

those were the exact same words he said that pulled you back to reality, stopping your sweet moment of reminiscing on the first time you both met, at a party, where you both danced the night away.

and now you barely even hold each other anymore, "y/n...look at me!" he yells as he grabs your chin to face him, "listen to me! god, what is going on with you?" he yells again.

oh...right. the two of you were in the middle of an argument, it all started off with a backhanded comment, now both of you are fighting in the middle of the night. "what's going on with me? what's going on with you!?" you yell back, "you've been staying out late and you don't even tell me why! don't you know how worried i get?"

"how many times do we need to talk about this...I'm out working okay!? I just got home and you're already yelling at me...give me a break, I've had a long day..." he groans as he adjusts the collar of his blouse, a habit he does when things get too heated. but as he adjusts his collar, something caught your eye, something red.

"what is that?" you asked, dazai's face went pale when he hears your question because he knew exactly what you were talking about, "what's what?" he replied, his tone becoming calmer and quieter to avoid suspicions

"that." you said as you walked over to him and pulled down his collar, lipstick marks.

you let go of his collar as you let out a quivering gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "b-baby...it's not what it looks like, okay!?" dazai gently grabs your shoulders before pulling you into a hug, trying to comfort you and stop you from crying, but instead, it only fueled your anger even more because you got to smell the cheap, floral perfume on him.

"it was for a case at the agency okay? i...i had to get information from someone a-and.." he paused, losing the words he was about to say when he saw your face stained with tears as you looked at him with disgust and betrayal. "baby...just trust me, okay? it was for a mission...nothing more, okay? you're the only one i love." he says as he tightened the hug, making soothing motions on your back to try and comfort you, to earn your trust again.

"believe me..please? I'm sorry I didn't tell you...forgive me please? forgive me if you love me, baby...you trust me, right? because you love me?" dazai shaked your shoulders gently, looking at you with pleading eyes, urging you to believe him.

but you were always an understanding girl, weren't you? you always gave people second chances. and that might've been the worst mistake you made.

"y/n..say something!" he shakes you again, "I..I believe you." you say with hesitation, to be honest, you didn't. but he loved you, right? just like he said in that party a year ago...he loved you.

"r-really? I'm glad...you're not mad at me, right? you don't hate me?" he sighed, relief washing over him. his words made him seem so genuine, his face looked so innocent but there was still a part of you that didn't believe him at all. "fuck...you hate me, don't you?"

you get nervous at his words, your heart ached as he said that, "n-no! no, I believe you...I promise. nothing you do could ever make me hate you.."

dazai smiled softly and kissed you on the forehead, his mood shifting as if none of this happened.

months went by after this incident, he still came home late, some nights he didn't even come home. everytime you tried to talk to him about it, he'd get defensive and start yelling at you, calling you stupid to think that he was anywhere else but work, defending himself when all you did was ask him "where have you been?"

your friends warned you, your parents told you, your colleagues tried to talk to you but dazai had messed up your head so much that you were blinded by a false sense of love,

"so you'd rather listen to your friends than your own boyfriend!? why won't you trust me? y/n...come on, trust me!"

dazai's words echoed in your mind, you wanted to believe him. you wanted to trust that the man you loved wouldn't betray you, that there was a valid reason. his late nights turned into weekends away, excuses grew flimsier, and the distance between you widened with each passing day. yet, every time you tried to confront him, he would turn the tables, making you feel guilty for doubting him, for questioning his loyalty.

your friends' warnings fell on deaf ears, drowned out by dazai's promises of love and devotion. you clung to the hope that things would get better, that the man you fell for would return to you.

as the months passed, the weight of your doubts grew heavier, suffocating you with each passing day. you tried to bury them beneath layers of false assurances and forced smiles, but they refused to stay hidden for long.

the click of the door jolted you from your thoughts, but the sight of dazai didn't bring the relief you craved. his expression was unreadable, his eyes avoiding yours as he shuffled into the room.

"hey, i'm home," he mumbled, his voice barely audible above the silence that hung between you.

you opened your mouth to speak, to confront him, but the words caught in your throat. instead, you watched in silence as he moved past you, his presence heavy with unspoken truths.

"we need to talk," you finally managed to whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.

dazai's gaze flickered with guilt, and he nodded wordlessly, the weight of your words settling on his shoulders. you took a shaky breath, preparing yourself for the conversation that would shatter everything you thought you knew.

"hmm? okay..." he hummed as he sat down in front of you, "what did you wanna talk about, pretty? oh, before that, i got you a gift! do you like it?" he says as he presented you a big box of chocolates that would probably take you weeks to finish. he was always like this, wasn't he? showering you with love and gifts, burying you with compliments every time he knows you're about to slip away to make sure you shut up and forget about the messed up things he did.

"it's not about the chocolates, dazai," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

he frowned, confusion flickering across his features before he plastered on a charming smile. "of course, my love. what's on your mind? you know you can tell me anything," he said, his voice oozing with faux sincerity.

you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to lay bare the truth. "i know about the other women, dazai," you said, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "i know about the lies, where you've been going all these nights. i can't do this anymore."

for a moment, there was silence, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. and then, with a scoff, he leaned back in his chair, his smile slipping into a sneer.

"oh, is that what this is about?" he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "you really think you can just walk away from me? after everything I've done for you?"

"i deserve better than this, dazai," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the roaring storm of emotions inside you.

but he just laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down your spine. "deserve better? you think anyone else would put up with you?" he spat, his eyes ablaze with contempt. "you're lucky to have me, y/n."

with a heavy heart, you rose from your seat, the weight of his words like chains around your ankles. you wanted to scream, to lash out at him for the pain he had inflicted, but you knew it would only fuel his cruel satisfaction.

instead, you turned away, your resolve hardening with each step you took toward the door. his laughter followed you, a haunting echo reverberated in the empty space between you.

"you'll be back," he called after you, his voice laced with venom. "you always come back."

© — hopleii

[taxominn]

Spoilers up to chap 303 of tsctir

When you're on your Enneagram bs & realize that Sung Hyunjae is self-pres/sexual 7 & Han Yoojin is self-pres/sexual 2.

...the fact that they both prioritize self-pres instinct while wielding the sexual instinct second would explain some of the odd chemistry in their semi-transactional relationship. They both are, or at least were, using their growing connection with the other as a tool to satisfy their own needs, and both of them see this as reasonable and fair because they know the other is doing the same thing.

Hyunjae only rejects the chemistry between them when his dominant instinct is threatened... needing to risk his arm to help everyone get out of the Japanese dungeon bcuz of whatever funky stuff Yoojin's got going on. He literally says to Song Taewon, after running away from Yoojin, in ch.296:

“No matter how much I like him, I come first. He’s mine to the end, and while he’s something I treasure, the one I value is myself.”

No wonder dude spirals out of control until he's literally contemplating wiping Yoojin off the face of the planet. he's a pleasure-seeking sp7 that ensures the satisfaction of his needs by building interpersonal alliances, & the passionate, dreamy energy of his sx7 instinct serves that end. if the focus of his current passion is abt to risk his survival, if he's gonna have to start making actual sacrifices, then it makes sense that he'd think abt cutting his losses. but... he doesn't want to kill him. cuz he liiiikes him. so he just ghosts him lol

& Yoojin's reaction to it is so freaking funny dude. he's like a crazy ex Hyunjae broke up with over text. & that makes sense, too, bcuz he's beginning to actually care about Sung Hyunjae in a non-transactional way, so Hyunjae just up and ghosting has to absolutely trigger the 2's fear of being unloved and abandoned, like it did when he thought Yoohyun abandoned him pre-regression. and because 2's are hiding insecurity and entitlement for love & attention behind a veneer of altruism, which wells into anger & resentment if they don't get the love that they're due, Yoojin literally threatens to blow up his house if he doesn't respond to him. and does, like, a 24 hour death countdown before barging into Sung Hyunjae's house when he STILL hadn't responded to his texts lololol

[bestworstcase]

anyways. enough spitballing

i was so right abt fun parent tai

YANG: Do you… wonder why he’s not here? With everybody else? I know Qrow said he’s on assignment, but what’s more important than here? RUBY: Maybe we don’t have the full picture. YANG: I don’t know. Some things you just need to be there for.

first. there are two possibilities: if qrow knows what this “assignment” is, he hasn’t filled in his nieces and the old guard backslid HARD after team rwby fell—the exclusion of ren and nora from the secret meeting in B1 also points in that direction, so it feels quite plausible; on the other hand, if raven knows where tai is and what he’s doing, it seems strange that ruby and yang would not also know, unless the girls haven’t asked her about summer at all (in which case i’d believe that they’re just not really on speaking terms).

like if raven had a conversation with ruby about summer, i can’t see her hiding ‘the full picture’ with regard to tai if she knew about it, even if qrow wanted her to. maiden of knowledge, begrudging oz his secrets, and all.

on the other hand. if the girls know everything qrow does, that would imply that tai’s “assignment” is either an ozpin secret (and oz hasn’t been keeping his promise to be honest, which feels incongruous with him actively fighting his curse now) or a taiyang secret, in which case i am one hundred percent sure it isn’t to do with the crown of choice.

“maybe we don’t have the full picture,” says ruby, thinking about what the blacksmith showed her and what the blacksmith said. that’s the big lesson she learned in the tree, not to jump to conclusions on incomplete information. so that narratively links tai’s mysterious “assignment” to summer’s mysterious “last mission,” which was a “summer secret.” if tai stayed behind in vale to deal with a taiyang secret that not even oz knows about… it’s summer. lol. it can only be summer. if it were the crown, oz would know because ozpin would have given him that assignment in the first place; if it were defending people hiding in mountain glenn, there’s no reason for it to be secret.

but if he knows summer is alive and well and with salem, and he’s trying to, i don’t know, turn her against salem (or ‘save’ her)… well. maybe we don’t have the full picture indeed.

second. oouuugh the weight of what yang doesn’t say. back in v4 she forced herself to put on the prosthetic before she was ready and white-knuckled her way back to functional so she could go find ruby because her dad said he hadn’t gone after ruby because he had “some stuff to look after” at home, and yang thought he meant her; that the only reason he wasn’t out there with ruby was because he had to be here with her.

so she removed herself from the situation—left to find ruby herself—and tai… stayed at home. it’s been months, now. atlas fell and everyone is regrouping in vacuo, trying to prepare for an attack they know will come sooner or later, except tai, who is “on assignment.” what’s more important than here? what’s more important than being here with both his daughters, at the end of the world? if qrow knows, what’s so important that he has to keep them in the dark? if qrow doesn’t know, then it can’t reasonably be to do with the relic at beacon—which is the only thing that could arguably be more important than joining the vacuo coalition.

“some things you just need to be there for,” says yang. my dad just kind of… shut down. and then dad was always busy with school and ruby couldn’t even talk yet; i had to pick up the pieces. i had to keep things together, alone. ruby starts to reminisce about coming to this place with tai when they were kids, and it’s a fond memory for yang too…but one undercut with all of this. the outings were fun—they slowly increased from once a month treats to twice-a-week because ruby got so excited—(ruby is over the moon when she sees the boba shop; yang spends half the walk there second-guessing herself and downplaying the surprise; both reactions speak to their experiences of these outings in childhood)—and why isn’t he here now? why is it, once again, yang trying to pick up the pieces alone while he’s busy with something else more important?—and this time it isn’t even that he’s going to work to put food on the table and make sure bills get paid, he’s just “on assignment” doing… something. that qrow either won’t tell or doesn’t know.

and that feeling is what incites her to talk to ruby about her own failings, and the first thing she says is i don’t need an explanation, because she doesn’t want to make ruby’s crisis about herself but also because she’s about to apologize for not being attentive enough or present enough or aware enough to Be There when ruby needed her.

which is not untrue (surprise! parentified children don’t make good parents for their two-years-younger siblings!) but also. back in v5 when she confronted raven, yang compared herself to raven (you’ll give me the relic and run because you’re afraid of salem; i’m afraid of salem too but i’ll be here waiting for her when she comes after me).

and that’s what yang is doing here with tai (he was physically there and provided for their needs and took them on fun outings sure, but he wasn’t there, when yang looks back on her childhood what she remembers is a sense of overwhelming responsibility and isolation because her dad wasn’t present, and now he’s not even here; she let ruby down in a similar way, being around without really seeing what ruby was going through, but she sees now how she failed and knows what she needs to do to make up for it and she will, she promises, she already is.)

[arahdow]

HE MAKES ME LAUGH

Pairing. Shadow The Hedgehog x Reader

Content. fem!reader, fluff, just shadow being shadow jsjs

Pairing. 0.4 k

A/N. this is my first writing and AAAAA I'm scared but happy sjdjs sorry if it's too ooc!! I'm still learning abt his personality and lore and all that *sigh* also not beta read ! if there's any mistake feel free to point it out !

“No but really, what do you see in him?” The blue hedgehog asked as he stretched, the tips of his fingers barely touching his shoes.

“Why do you care so much?” A tone of frustration dripping from her words.

“It’s not like he’s graceful or funny, he’s just… Shadow. Seriously, what do you see in him?” Sonic pressed as the girl groaned in frustration. She knew her friend was naturally curious, specially speaking about a certain hedgehog, but it was seriously hard to explain.

As she started to jog, leaving the blue creature behind as he kept stretching, she started thinking about what she really thought of him. What did she even like? His humor? He barely had any. His grace? He was actually a really rough man. Sighing, she kept on moving, her mind running in circles.

Her mind was dissociating enough that she didn’t notice the presence beside her.

“You’re right, I don’t know what I like about him… It’s just that… He makes me feel different somehow, is that weird?” The girl asked turning to look at Sonic.

“Different how?”

But it wasn’t Sonic.

She lost control on his lower limbs, suddenly tripping on the ground, hands barely taking the impact that her face would’ve taken. Laying face down on the floor she thought: ‘If I don’t look up, he might go away.’

“So?”

Okay that didn’t work.

Holding in a grunt, she got up on her knees to shake her hands off of the dirt. Looking at the man, he was looking at her from where he was standing. It made him look intimidating. Graceful. Graceful?

Feeling her cheeks redden, she cleared her throat. “Nothing, just talking to myself.”

Shadow hummed as he got on one knee, bending down so they looked at each other face to face. He scanned her face and pressed his lips. “Talking with an expert?”

The girl frowned for a second. Then she understood that he tried to joke, and it was so bad she snorted. Shadow looked at her amused, his face showing a neutral face as he got on his feet again and held his hand out for her to take.

“Your face is full of dirt, by the way.” He added as she got back up on her feet.

“Of course it is.” She grumbled lowly, swiping the back of her hand on her face.

And she would’ve missed it if she looked away, but Shadow was actually smirking a bit, looking at the sunrise. She felt herself smile. His grace and humor really attracted her, even if it was in his own way.

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter six: “There was something bout that kiss”

Lucia’s Notes:  I can’t believe we’re already almost at the end of this series! this has been so fun to write so far!. On another note, this chapter’s gonna be juicy! So buckle up! SORRY ABT THE TIME THIS IS DROPPING FOR SOME OF YOU, BUT I JUST FINISHED AND I COULDN'T GATEKEEP IT 🤭😉

+18 ONLY: MINORS DNI: If you DO NOT want to read the smut part, please stop reading at the first cut, there will be a brief summary at the foot notes of the chapter. You can go back to reading after the second cut.

Playlist:

Those eyes- New West

In case you didn’t know- Brett Young.

Lose control- Teddy Swims.

Green tea & honey- Dane Amar, Jereena Montemayor.

Home- Edith Whiskers.

You’re enough- Sleeping at last

I hear a simphony- Cody Fry.

Content warning: Smut, light praising, some jealousy from the ex and light violence.

Word Count: 2.8k

As the days went by, Y/N and kuku hung out more and more, things were so easy between them, there was a familiarity that couldn’t be explained as if they had known eachother since forever. That night was one of those nights, they had decided when she moved into his place that they would make it a habit to have dinner together at least once a week. She had now moved into a studio apartment, it wasn’t much, but it was enough, this was the first time she would have him over for their dinners and was feeling strangely nervous, they had done this countless times now, why was she feeling this way?

She was wearing an apron over her outfit as to not stain it while she made her stelar carbonara pasta recipe, she was famous for it within her group. When the street doorbell rang she bit her lip as she answered “Yeah?, come on up” she said after hearing Kuku’s voice on the other end. When she hung up she hastily took the apron off fixing her off the shoulder camel kneaded sweater looking at herself in the mirror, her light washed jeans hugging her figure in all the right places well paired with the ankle height camel boots; her hair up in a perfectly messy high ponytail, all which left her collarbones and neck perfectly exposed. When she heard the knock on the door she walked over opening it and smiled seeing the chocolate eyed man standing on the other side holding a wine bottle in one hand and a bag of strawberries and chocolate in the other. Y/N stepped aside and motioned for him to come in “come on in, welcome to my humble abode”.

As the older guy walked past her he kissed her cheek in what tried to be an innocent gesture but landing way too close to the corner of her mouth and Y/N couldn’t help but go back to that night at the club; sure enough, there was that sparkle she had started getting used to when being around Esteban, that fiery spark in the lowest part of her gut that never failed to make her blush. “Brought wine and desert, hope you like strawberries and chocolate” she nodded snapping out of her train of thought as she took in his ever messy locks of light brown-blondish hair that she loved so much. “Oh I looovee that” she smiled sweetly walking back towards the kitchen “I hope you’re hungry Kukuriczka, I made my worldly famous tagliatelle carbonara, and you better eat” she stepped on her tiptoes to get the wine glasses from the cupboard.

Kuku let his sight roam the girl’s body while she had her back turned to him biting his lip softly as he admired the way those jeans hugged her legs and her ass, as he let his eyes roam freely, he landed on the exposed skin on her shoulders and neck,  what would I give to kiss those gorgeous shoulders, run my hands down her waist again. He was snapped out of that fantasy by Y/N turning around with the glasses in hand and a bottle opener “will you do the honors?” she smiled sweetly handing them over to the guy  before going back to the cooking at hand. She knew, she knew in her heart that Kuku had been staring at her, and she wasn’t gonna lie, she quite enjoyed it to be honest, knowing the effect she had on him was rather alluring.

After dinner was done, and almost the whole wine bottle gone Y/N looked at Kuku as they waited for the chocolate to melt for the strawberries “so…did you like the food?” she smirked softly as the wine had already started going to her head. The elder one nodded softly making his way over to the girl, alcohol giving him a bravery he hadn’t been able to muster just yet on his own, as he rested a hand on her side, half trapping the girl against the counter ”I enjoyed it quite a bit, yeah” his voice coming out surprisingly lower than they both expected it to be. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes biting her lower lip softly “That’s good, I hope you enjoy dessert too….and that the strawberries taste nice as well” she whispered and that was all the invitation Esteban needed, he bent over joining his lips to hers; his hands immediately falling to her hips as she held onto the freckle faced guy’s t-shirt holding him close to her granting his tongue entrance to her mouth, the dance of them perfectly synchronized together as if they had done this a million times.

Esteban deepend the kiss holding the back of her neck as his other hand traveled to Y/N’s ass giving it a gentle squeeze; he was so hungry for her, he had been ever since that night at the club and it felt so good to finally have her in his arms again. He didn’t even notice when the younger turned the stove off so that the chocolate wouldn’t burn, before her hand flew to his hair running through it tugging gently at the roots; when Y/N heard the soft groan emerge from the taller’s throat she smirked against his lips before pulling away just enough to whisper “Chocolate’s ready mr.” and without missing a beat she turned around to get the things ready giggling when she heard Kuku groaning before going to get the fruit and some bowls “Can we watch a movie while we eat?” and after hearing the affirming hum from the  guy’s lips she walked over.

“You’re just evil…you know that?” he chuckled his voice still deep with lust, as he could feel his erection half growing in his pants. “Me!? oh I could never…I just didn’t want to waste this perfectly fine chocolate you brought over” Y/N smiled, mastering her best all innocent smile as she walked past him to sit down brushing her ass accidentally against his crotch before sitting on the couch “so, what we watching kukuriczka?” the blonde grabbed a strawberry dipping it in the chocolate and biting into it looking straight at him, knowing exactly what she was doing and enjoying it way too much. Esteban didn’t even pretend not to be staring at her anymore, he was way past that stage, he wanted her too badly, needed her too much and what she was doing, he knew that was absolutely in purpose to make him go crazy, and it was working. His brown eyes fixed on her lips. When Kuku saw some chocolate staining the corner of her mouth he leaned in grabbing her chin strong enough to keep her in place but still with a softness to it and without breaking eye contact with the girl as he moved in, he licked the chocolate off. She didn’t expect that, her eyes following him as he moved, a soft moan escaping her throat when Y/N felt his tongue on her skin. 

Screw desert, she thought as she straddled the older guy’s lap, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss much needier and hungrier than the last, his fingertips traced the curve of her jaw, his touch igniting a fire within her pulling her closer, the warmth of his body enveloping her as their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance. Y/N felt herself melting against him on the spot, her hands frantically roaming over his shoulders and chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat underneath her touch.

With gentle urgency he picked her up with their lips never parting making his way to the bed, hands on her ass while she wrapped her legs around his waist, and all he could think when she did that, was how he wanted them to be wrapped around his head. As soon as he placed her down her hands were swift to take his t-shirt off taking a second to admire his body, it was even better than she had ever dreamt about, and dreaming she had done on this topic. While Y/N was still taking in his chest, Esteban took the opportunity to take her sweater top off as well and while it was still going over her head he let his brown eyes graze over her wonderful chest “fuck” he muttered under his breath leaning in as soon as he took the top off connecting his lips to the girl’s neck taking his time to savor every inch of her skin looking for those especially sensitive spots that made her breath hitch on the back of her throat. 

Without any more time to loose, Y/N worked at kuku’s jeans to get them off, her hands trembling slightly as she moaned softly eyes fluttering closed as he grazed his lips over the spot right below her ear that always made her knees go weak. Once he had stepped out of his pants she took hers off and before she could react, her feet were off the ground, she giggled with a small squeak as the older man literally swept her off her feet and tossed her playfully yet commanding onto the bed. She looked at his eyes, the darkest shade of brown she had ever seen them. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous babygirl” he praised her quitely taking in the image before him. Y/N looked up at him biting her lip suddenly feeling a bit selfconcious under his eyes.

Esteban smirked getting on the bed and crawling over to her kissing down her jaw and to her neck, leaving soft nibbles here and there while he made his way down, hooking his index fingers into her underwear all but ripping it off her, he had waited way too long to have her this way and he wanted her now, kuku wanted to taste her, he needed to taste her. As he spread her legs and looked up at her he smirked biting his lip “but baby, so ready for me, haven’t even touched you properly yet” as he placed a kiss on the inside of Y/N’s knee he looked up at her through hooded eyes hearing her breath getting heavier and a bit more erratic already. Y/N looked at him moaning softly “I just haven’t stopped thinking about the club” she whispered cheekly, the need in her making all the filters fade in her mind. Esteban raised an eyebrow quizzically as he softly ran a finger along her slick folds, a hum of approval leaving his mouth as he brought his digit up to his lips tasting her off it before leaning down placing a chaste kiss on the tiny throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Fuck” Y/N’s high pitched moan plus her hands flying to his hair tangling into his unruly strands cheered him on as he kept lapping and sucking at her folds and clit, a single finger slowly sliding in her a low groan leaving his lips without parting with her body sending an electric jolt erupting from the deepest center of her body up her spine and Y/N was gone, she coudln’t even think straight anymore, the lust clouded her brain and her senses and all she could think about was how good it felt to have kuku’s face buried deep against her center, she could die right there and then and wouldn’t even mind. She tugged at his hair pushing him closer “God sake baby, you feel so good” she muttered through moans as she could feel the tension building inside her body. Just as the string was about to snap, Esteban pulled away depriving her of all the much needed touch and friction and she whined. “Oh, easy babygirl” he smirked “I love how eager you are, but not yet” he winked before reaching over to his jeans grabbing a condom from his pocket rolling it on “I bet you’re gonna take my cock so well” he mumbled as he rolled the rubber out on his shaft before he held himself up over her their lips joining again, the kiss now sloppy and frantic. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With trembling hands, Esteban guided himself inside her, their gasps mingling in the air, she felt so tight around his cock, so kuku gave her a little to adjust to it before starting to build the perfect pace. Their bodies seemed to know exactly how to move with one another, Y/N’s hands roamed freely down his back and up his sides wanting to explore every inch of his body. When his thrusts changed angles hitting that perfect spot on her insides, Y/N threw her head back letting a loud moan escape as she dug her nails on kuku’s shoulders. 

Not long after, the brunette could feel the girls walls tightening around his cock and her heavy erratic breath and he knew, sure enough, Y/N looked at him and whispered “I’m….babe…. I’m gonna” she muttered through moans; he kissed her and whispered against her lips “cum sweetie, cum” and his low raspy voice was all it took to take the blonde girl over the edge, she let herself go, feeling wave after wave of pleasure run through her, shortly after joined by his own orgasm erupting and washing over him, with a long trembling groan kuku let himself fall on the bed next to her. Lazy fingers tracing senseless patterns over his chest as they both laid in bed. He placed a soft kiss on top of her head eyes closed as he tried to bring his breathing back down.

And that’s exactly how the next few months went by, sneaky rende-vouz at either apartments, silly little movie date nights and sweet escapades for the weekend just the two of them. Without even trying, they had kind of kept their relationship underwraps, not that they needed to hide, it had mostly began after Y/N and Lucas had broken up, but there was something inside them that unconsciously made them keep it a secret. 

That little unplanned plan would have worked if hadn’t been for social media posts of them at the same places at the same times, slowly the rumour of them being together ran like wildfire until it got back to Amelia’s ears, who one night, without thinking much of it brought it up in front of Lucas, the girl had never seen her brother so enraged, she could even say she was a little scared when he grabbed his keys making his way to Kuku’s place. Just as Esteban and Y/N were settling in for the night there was a knock on the door “that’s weird, it’s really late” the tall guy said heading over to the door and as soon as he opened, without even a word, Lucas swung at him hitting him square in the nose “Why the fuck would you go for my girlfriend Esteban!? weren’t there enough single women out there that you had to go for mine!?” he yelled at him. 

Esteban held his hand up to his face groaning from the pain “first of, fuck off man!, second, Y/N’s not an object for you to talk about her like that, and maybe if you hadn’t treated her like absolut shit when she’s a remarakable young woman, she wouldn’t have dumped you. You’re one to talk tho, when you and me both know what you did with Alma all through out your relationship with Y/N/N. Not that this fucking matters anyway, but I didn’t even try anything with her until she dumped your ass, not my fault I’m a bigger man than you, in all senses it seems”. The brunette smirked smugly and just as Lucas was about to swing at him again Y/N stepped in between them.

“That’s enough….you never were or will be half the man kuku is, you should be embarrassed to even show up here Lucas, you treated me like shit for years, and this man treated me the way I deserved well before we even looked at eachother in a romantic way, I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna leave this place and never come near me or him in this way again or I’m gonna file a restraining order against you. You think I don’t know you went about fucking that whore while we were together? or that you were with me for my trustfund? well…. guess what, I love myself too much now to ever look at you like that again” She slammed the door shut in his face shaking and took a deep breath trying to steady herself before turning on her heels to look at Esteban “I’m so sorry love, let’s take a look at what that animal did” she walked in to the bathroom to get the freckled guy cleaned up.

Lucia’s notes: Summary for the smut, basically lots of steamy making out, and sex. Thinking back almost half the chapter is smut 🤭🤭 Also, if you wanna be tagged in upcoming works, please leave a comment down below. 💗

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[bandzboy]

[liquidstar]

this is not a comprehensive list

[ge]

thinking about how someone said the way pbss chung myung is depicted in flashbacks is determined by who is thinking about him.. chung myung thinking about his past self is always shown as being unserious and ordinary, he sees himself as if hes just any other average person in the world, compared to the way others think about him; as a figure of legend, placed on an idolized pedestal, respected and admired but distant and untouchable

[sea-jello]

practice i did a while ago w poses i found on instagram plus the i think memories prompt from morrotober that i didn’t want to do the background of so never finished

[becauseplot]

i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---

---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.

"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."

their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"

they don't talk about much else.

see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.

what you can do.

so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.

[jackienautism]

do u ever thibk abt sam giddings and how she doesn’t necessarily have a “best” friend. how she’s ranked second on the relationship charts 70% of the time. how she isn’t anyones starting highest ranked person. bc i do all. all the fucking time

[turtletoria]

older sister!!!

[adwox]

rainy days

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a digital drawing of Luz and Hunter from the owl house dressed as Erika and Annalise from Barbie: Princess and the Pauper, respectively. The two are clasping hands, looking at each other happily and singing "yes I am a witch like you!". A blue butterfly flies behind hunter, while a pink one flies behind Luz. The background is light purple. End ID] @toh-described

Had this idea all week and finally sat down and did it while watching Princess and the Pauper lmao. Did u guys know it's on netflix now???? Hello?????

Also, bonus: how'd they'd really react getting to sing a duet

[ID: the same image as before, except Hunter had a tired, grumpy expression and Luz has a mischievous one. End ID]

[the-knife-consumer]

"Yona was just added bc Nintendo wants people to stop shipping sidlink!" Literally what the hell are you talking about