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AirBnB - Red Velvet Seulgi, ITZY Yeji

"This is a nice neighborhood!"

"Yeah." You look around the quiet European village. "So nice and quiet, I'm glad your company chose to film part of your MV here."

"And I'm glad you could take the time off to come with me!" Yeji slinks her arm through yours, pulling you close. You were initially debating if you should go with Yeji on what is a work trip for her, but you don't regret it now, especially when you see the intimate housing she's secured for the two of you. "Here we are." It's a cozy little two bedroom, complete with kitchenette and a small living room.

"Oh, it's a little small," Yeji frowns as you pull the luggage in. "Not much room to spread out."

"It's fine, you won't be here for the most part right? It's enough for me work in, I can use the spare room as a study."

"Are you sure? We can still grab a hotel in the village center. I thought the living room would be more spacious."

"No no, this is good. Don't stress over it." You pull Yeji in for a hug. "What's important is the person I'm here with, not where I'm at."

"Says the guy who had trouble with the visa."

"Who knew that 'Following gorgeous girlfriend on work trip' was not a valid reason to visit?" Yeji boops you on the nose as the two of you get to unpacking. When you finish both of you slump on the couch, tired.

"Oof, I did not think we brought that much stuff."

"Me neither, but at least it's done. Dinner?" You check the time and shake your head.

"I think they're closed by now, shops close early here."

"Really?" Yeji scrolls through Google Maps, only for her expression to fall as she goes through every restaurant nearby. "Oh well, at least I brought ramyun."

"I thought I told you not to, I was going to bring them!"

"I brought it in case you forgot!"

"Well, I guess we have too much ramyun then, you could've used that space for your makeup or something."

"Nah I asked manager unnie to bring most of it, but yay ramyun!" Yeji enthusiastically starts boiling water, humming as she thinks about the ramyun she's about to make. "Ugh this might be my one time to eat ramyun, I'm going to have to watch what I eat when we start filming."

"I'll sneak you snacks, or have something for you when you come back then."

"You are horrible," Yeji says it ever so sweetly. "I'm supposed to on a business trip, I have to be professional!"

"Well you're not at work now, I think you can afford to be a little... Unprofessional." Your hands rested over her flat midriff, thumbs playing underneath the waistband of her jeans.

"I did cook some ramyun so... Do you want to come over for some ramyun?" Yeji asks the classic line cheekily.

"Already here babe." Your stomachs growl in protest. "Maybe we should eat first though."

"Yeah, you're going to need some extra energy!" You raise an eyebrow at her words. "I've never had sex outside of Korea, gotta make the best of this trip."

"We should wait a few days then, let me pick up the local language and I'll be saying filthy things you won't even understand."

"Wonderful. While you build that Duolingo streak, maybe you can say a few things I will understand later tonight."

"I always do." The sweet and dirty moment is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who's that?"

"No idea, maybe the owner of the place, forgot something here? Let me take a look." You peck Yeji on the cheek and go to the door only to find a stunning lady in front of you, surely this can't be the owner?

"Oh hi, are you the owner?" "Are you the owner?" Both of you ask at once.

"Eh? I'm here with reservation." She flashes a printout in front of him, her mind racing. There must have been some mistake, why is someone else here?

"We booked this place for the week." He answers back.

"No that can't be right, let me call the owner." Hurriedly she pulls out her phone, praying it isn't true. She's heard of nightmare stories like these, where an unscrupulous owner double books a place, allowing them to make double the money, and leaving the inconvenienced parties to figure it out themselves.

"Who is it babe?" She hears a female voice call out from the apartment.

"Ah, someone else apparently booked this place too."

"Oh, we should call the owner then."

"Yeah she's doing it."

"Does she want to come in?"

"I'll ask." You wait for her to put down her phone, and in the back of your head you have a nagging feeling—she looks incredibly familiar.

"No response, great."

"Do you want to come in? Just to put your bags down while we figure it out?"

"Yeah sure, that'd be great, I don't know what's going on. Something like this has never happened before." You help the visitor with her luggage as you let her in, and you almost walk into her as she stops right at the entrance.

"Yeji?"

"Huh? Seulgi unnie?" 

"Small world, to think I'd run into you here!" Seulgi's completely wrong-footed by the development, but she greets Yeji happily, grateful to be seeing someone she recognizes. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to film for my MV, shh don't tell anyone!" Seulgi nods understandingly. "What about you?"

"Same actually." She holds up a finger to her lips as well.

"Oh my god that's so good to hear, I loved your solo debut!"

"Thank you! And this is..." Seulgi addresses the odd one out in the apartment.

"Ah, he's umm—" Yeji's quickly burning up, what should she say, she's not that close to Seulgi.

"I'm her manager, nice to meet you." He reaches out and offers a hand.

"Oh, huh, I thought I heard her call you 'babe' earlier." Yeji almost drops the fork in her hand.

"Ah, that's my name, it's unusual, get a lot of stares because of it. Yeji can you get Seulgi something to drink?" You quickly deflect Seulgi's line of thought, offering her a seat at the dining table.

"Oh, yes of course!"

"You can't get a hold of the owner?" you ask, trying to keep Seulgi's focus on her predicament.

"Thanks Yeji. Yes, they're not picking up, argh! What do I do now?!"

"Is there a hotel nearby that has a room? And then get a refund for this later." You offer, and Seulgi nods and starts looking, and her expression slowly sours.

"No, there's nothing in this town that's available." She downs her water in one shot. "Thanks, I'll be on my way then, gotta get in touch with my team, maybe I'll stay with them, or stay in the city and travel out here for the shoot."

"Are you sure? Why don't you just stay here for the night unnie?"

"Really? That's okay with you?"

"Yeah, right op— Babe?"

"Yeah, Yeji and I can take a room, and you can have the other room."

"You and Yeji will... share a room?" Shit, right, you're supposed to be her manager.

"Er yes, there's a sofa bed in there too, quite common in small towns like these, we've slept together before." You wince internally, but it was too late, the words were already out. Thankfully Seulgi's too caught up in accepting the solution to her problems to notice.

"Ah really? If you're really okay with it..." Both you and Yeji nod insistently, and you make sure to help her bring her luggage to "her" room.

"We're making some ramyun unnie, do you want some too?"

"Is that okay? Thank you!"

The three of you split two portions of noodles, and you retreat to your room after to let them talk shop. Yeji ducks into the room after an hour later.

"Hi babe, did you shower?"

"Mmhmm, go ahead." Yeji does so before getting under the sheets with you.

"So, did we get found out?" you mumble as she snuggles against you.

"What do you mean?"

"She's your sunbae right? I'm sure I'm not the first manager that's called "Babe" she's run into."

"You think so? Maybe it's more common? I don't know, she didn't say anything about you, I think she buys it."

"Either she's naive, or you're naive love."

"It's fine, she'll be settled tomorrow, and then you can talk filthy to me every night." Yeji grabs your hand, stopping it from drifting across her thigh.

"Every night? You're asking a lot from me."

"Wait till you see me in the outfits I'm supposed to shoot in."

"God, you can't say that and expect me to sleep properly." You slip your hand underneath her flimsy t-shirt.

"Stop! No more tonight, we don't know how thin the walls are!" Yeji slaps your hand, reprimanding you with a hurried harsh hush.

But unfortunately for both of you, it turns out that you two might not be alone for the other nights either, as you find Seulgi waiting for the two of you the next morning.

"So I spoke to the owner, they offered to refund me fully, and you 75% off, all we need to do is not report them on the app."

"Ugh, fine. Did they offer alternative accommodations? Or do you still need to look for that?" Seulgi shakes her head sadly.

"They offered to look but also said to not get my hopes up, there was always only a few hotels, and this is peak season. It's why they decided to offer their place on the app too, good money."

"Figures, where are you going to stay then?"

"I was hoping I could stay here? It'd be just a lot easier if I don't have to stress about it. I know I'm not paying anything, so I'm happy to split whatever's left of your bill after the discount. I don't mind taking half, it's a good deal since they're taking so much off."

"That's true but, Yeji and I would like some priv—" Yeji pinches your side and cuts you off.

"That would be great unnie! I was hoping you would stay, we'd both have each other for company, right?" Yeji's pointed look is your cue to chime in.

"Uh yeah, that'd be great, you could give Yeji advice on her shoot as well."

"Oh no, she's doing great already! But thank you, I'm glad that's sorted then!" Seulgi heads back to her room, leaving you to stare at Yeji disbelievingly.

"You were going to say 'privacy'! What would she think then?" your girlfriend retorts.

"Ugh you're right." You prepare breakfast for Yeji, making a little extra for Seulgi as well, and as they prepare to head out for their respective shoots, Yeji hangs back just a little bit, stealing a kiss as Seulgi leaves first.

"I'll try to get back early, we'll have to get our fun in while she's not around." She heads out, only to run into Seulgi still near the building entrance.

"Oh Yeji, is Babe not coming with you?"

"Babe? Oh, the manager? No, he's er, coordinating stuff with the company, I can find my way there myself."

"Yeah? Oh after your shoot we should see if there's any good scenic spots around town, we can take pictures for each other!"

"Oh umm yeah, that'd be great unnie!"

Seulgi, to her credit and Yeji's debit, is blissfully unaware. With a nice junior idol to enjoy the scenic city with, there's nothing she wants to do more than to hang out with her! She invites her on her daily runs, scouts out local cafes that they can check out, the different parks dotted around the area, everything is perfect!

Although, sometimes she can be mysteriously hard to find.

"Oh, hi Babe!"

"Hnn—uh? Oh hello Seulgi!" She catches Yeji's manager leaning against the kitchen island. Slowly he twists around to face her. "Have a good shoot?"

"Yeah, is Yeji around?"

"Yeji? Umm hmm... umm umm, no she's not, she stepped out for a run, said she ate too much last night."

"Oh, okay." His expression is a little odd though. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Huhhng? Yeah, just a little under the weather."

"Oh no, do you need any medicine? I have some that you could use."

"No, I'm good, thank you!"

"Sure, please don't hesitate to ask, I'm sure Yeji depends on you a lot."

"Ghhk!" You forget just how much Yeji's depending on you to pull your cock out of her mouth so she can breathe. Your shaft is covered in her drool, and it drips down her jaw, her mouth forced open the whole time you've been speaking to Seulgi.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That sound?"

"Sorry, that was me trying to hold my cough back." You quickly fake a cough, pulling your hips slightly back and unpinning Yeji's throat from the furniture.

"Are you sure you don't need medicine? It's not good to get sick abroad."

"I have medicine I can take, I'll be sure to take it, thank you though!" You try to wrap the conversation up quickly, and thankfully Seulgi nods and heads into her room, allowing you to talk to Yeji. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just couldn't really swallow." She wipes her mouth before diving back in.

"Wait, Seulgi's here!"

"Just finish before she comes back out!" That wouldn't be a problem, as Yeji knows just how you like your tip licked, flicked, and sucked. It is on you to muffle your moan as you start to empty your load down her throat.

"Ugh god..."

"Are you okay?" You almost jump and pop out of Yeji's mouth, Seulgi's back out again!

"Yeah, just er... some bad news from home."

"Oh no, I hope everything's fine!" She approaches you, offering her sympathy, but any closer and Yeji would be discovered.

"It is, sorry!" You hold your hands at arms length. "I just umm, need a moment to myself."

"Right, okay, I'm here if you need a shoulder to lean on."

She's so kind! Is what you would've thought, if Yeji didn't choose that moment to swirl her tongue around your tip, cleaning you thoroughly as Seulgi watched, completely unaware. "Th-Thanks, sorry, please don't worry about me and go about your day."

"Oh, umm, okay." Uncertainly Seulgi answers and heads out again, and you allow yourself to slump forward as Yeji pops your soft member out of her mouth.

"That was close!" Yeji laughs as she gets out from under you.

"Yeah well, you're the one who wanted to finish me off."

"Are you telling me you wanted to be blue balled all night after Seulgi's back?"

"No, but I suppose you want me to repay the favor before she comes back?"

"You read my mind." You share a kiss with Yeji as she shimmies her shorts down, and as you sink to your knees you pull her panties down with you.

Seulgi slaps her forehead at her own stupidity, she left her airpods back at home! She trudges up the stairs to the apartment, only to be met with a yelp when she opens the door.

"Ah! I-I thought you were going out unnie!" Yeji's in the exact same position as her manager earlier, leaning forward over the flat surface.

"Yeah I forgot my airpods, were you here earlier?"

"N-No, I just got back!"

"Really? I didn't see you on the way out just now! Where's Babe?"

"I took the building's— Hnngh! Back door. Oppa's in the room, he said he wasn't feeling well so..." Yeji couldn't hide her soft moan as you press your tongue against her slit, and thankfully Seulgi doesn't notice Yeji's eyes rolling up when you begin playing with her back door, fingers drifting around it.

"Yeah I saw him just now, he did not look good. Should I get something for him?" 

"No need, I'll take care of him!" Seulgi quickly ducks into her room to grab the airpod and waves goodbye to Yeji, a little distracted. Did Yeji just call him oppa?

"Oppa that's too much!" Yeji whines.

"You said back door, so..." You get back to licking her pussy, rendering her incapable of a quip back. Your neck is sore from looking up between her legs, but it is made easier as Yeji disappears from anyone's view, knees sinking to the floor as she full on sits on your face—the only things visible from a potential Seulgi are her fingers, still gripping the top of the counter.

"Oh fuck, you eat me out so good!" She rides your face rapidly, eager to finally get herself off on this trip. A lick, flick, and suck of her clit, and Yeji's thighs close around your head—they tremble around you, making you shake slightly, adding to her pleasure. She can't help but cry out, letting herself go, sinking further on your face as her legs go weak. When she's done she swings herself off you, slumped against the kitchen island as she gathers herself.

"God I needed that."

"Same," you agree, helping Yeji to her feet.

"I wish we could do more, but no telling when she's back."

"Me too, maybe we can stay a few days longer, say your flight got delayed or something?"

"Maybe, now go to bed and pretend to be sick before Seulgi comes back and catches us like this!"

Seulgi doesn't catch them in the act, but she certainly caught Yeji's ecstatic shout as she came. She had forgotten something else, and cursing her own forgetfulness Seulgi quickly headed back before stopping dead in her tracks. Yeji's cry was sharp and pointed, yet the moan after was ground out, sounding absolutely and thoroughly satisfied.

Isn't Babe in there with her? She wonders, surely he heard it! Unless...

Maybe he was asleep because he was sick and didn't hear it. The naive little angel on her shoulder thought out loud.

He's in on it, responsible for it even, oh he's getting her off good! The lusty little succubus between her legs speaks up to her.

He's her manager, that'd be unprofessional! The naive angel barks back, scandalized.

Oh please, he's her boyfriend, when was the last time you cooked ramyun for your manager? Seulgi knew the little devil in her head was right. She had known all along that Babe wasn't Yeji's manager (That probably isn't even his name! the naive angel in her finally realizes), but she just wanted to give Yeji the benefit of the doubt, to not think about her boyfriend giving something else to her. Starved for attention recently, the little devil in her grew quickly with each such thought.

Yeji sounded so satisfied didn't she? Seulgi whirls around, quickly heading the other way, forgetting about what she forgot, her mind filled with Yeji's noises that the lust devil won't let her forget.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up!

But the need doesn't go away—it manifests itself viciously in a vicarious need to know that Yeji gets fucked. Seulgi makes sure to tell the couple when she's out, and when she'll be back. If she's done early, she'll wait outside the apartment, split in two between eavesdropping, trying to see if she can catch the sounds of their activities and feeding her own needs, and trying to be the good sunbae, recognizing and giving them the privacy they need.

Once she's back in the apartment her eyes are sharp, Yeji might very well think that Seulgi's trying to catch them in the act, but no, Seulgi just wants her own satisfaction—any redness on Yeji's knees, or a t-shirt pulled slightly further up to hide a hickey, her hair maybe slightly mussed and messy. The dead giveaways that make Seulgi wet are the bowleggedness that Yeji tries to hide, the lipstick mark that Babe doesn't wipe off cleanly, the sudden additional load of laundry that they do in the apartment.

And yet she can't get her own satisfaction—between Yeji coming and going and her boyfriend staying in and working remotely, Seulgi has no time to herself! She does it mid-shower, the sound of running water barely enough to cover her whines and whimpers, but it is nowhere close to what Yeji gets—not nearly as loud or as satisfying surely. So Seulgi simmers, letting off steam in the shower when she can, waiting, hoping for the inevitable boilover.

It comes in the most unexpected of circumstances, one that Seulgi didn't even plan for.

"Nngh..." Seulgi mumbles as she stretches her arms, waking up in the late morning. She's still sleepy, but she wakes up immediately when she can hear their voices through the shared wall.

"And you're sure she's not home?"

"Definitely, I went out for a quick run, and her shoes were not there!" Seulgi's eyes fly to her freshly wiped footwear—she had brought them in for cleaning after getting them muddy last night. They are silent for a while, but it quickly becomes clear what's happening when Yeji's whine pierces through the wall, followed by Babe's low moan. Safe in their false security of Seulgi not being home, they are not soft, and Seulgi hears every word, whimper, and wail.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me I'm cumming!" Yeji gets off fast, and Seulgi is quick to kick off her pajama bottoms, sliding a hand between her legs—she's too horny to think, hearing them basically going at it directly. She's only conscious enough to muffle her sounds, fingers running up and down her slit and thumb pressing on her clit. She gets herself to the edge of orgasm, but it seems to end a little too early for her as she hears Babe's moan suddenly close to the wall.

"Oh yeah, drink it all." There is a long drawn out silence, peppered with a few groans, before finally Seulgi audibly hears Yeji gasp, his cock finally taken out of her���just how much did he cum?

"God I wish Minju were here." She hears Yeji say. Minju? Kim Minju?

"I know I know, I taste better coming from her." Seulgi's eyes are wide open, what is he saying?! "But if she's here, we both know I wouldn't get anything done."

"You'd get a lot of her done. You two mix the best." Seulgi's hand stops moving, shocked by the revelation. Yeji's boyfriend is openly having sex with Minju, and Yeji is okay with it? And he tastes better coming from her? Does Yeji... oh god!

"Imagine how you would taste coming from Seulgi unnie."

"Yeji..."

"She looks so tight, have you seen her abs?" Seulgi's sticky fingers drift over her hard midriff—what is Yeji saying now?

"She's your sunbae—"

"So? Don't tell me you don't find her hot, even I find her hot."

"She is, but things will get awkward, how would you face her at music shows?"

"Oh I see Chaeryeong all the time and face her fine. You say that like I don't see the others at music shows already, even Hitomi is debuting again!" First Minju, now Chaeryeong and Hitomi? The little devil in Seulgi now really wants to see what she's missing out on—Yeji's satisfied enough that she's fine with him fooling around, if anything, she seems to be the instigator!

"Can you imagine, that tight naked body writhing underneath you?" As Yeji says it Seulgi's imagining it as well, fingers dipping back down her body. "Do you think she likes it hard? Or is she more of a rider, imagine that waist riding on top of you."

"Yeji—"

"Oh please, you're hard again already." Seulgi bites back a whimper as she fingers herself, the thought of him getting hard thinking about her getting her wetter—it's part of her job to be hot and attractive, but knowing the effect she has on someone when they're right there is different.

"Enough!" He growls, and there is a bang and a moan from Yeji. There is no fanfare, no more fantasizing, and Seulgi hears the headboard begin to knock constantly on the shared wall. They're outright fucking, and Seulgi adds another finger in herself when Yeji wails.

"You're so fucking big!"

The rest of it is unintelligible, but the "ohs" and "ahs" she can make out more than tell Seulgi just how thoroughly Yeji's getting railed. It turns Seulgi on that she's partially responsible for this, that thinking about her is making them fuck that hard. The headboard banging begins to get faster and faster, and Yeji manages a high-pitched whine.

"Cum in me!" Seulgi's mind goes blank, imagining herself in Yeji's place, fingers going faster and faster, loud wet sounds coming from between her legs. She grabs a pillow and screams into it when she hears his deep groan, imagining him filling her up and climaxing with him. There's no holding back her pleasure, and Seulgi bucks her hips and let's herself go, squirting all over the sheets as her heels dig into the bed. The moans and gasps of the couple across the wall fill her head as they finish, and Seulgi continues to rub herself, getting every last drop out of her.

"Fuck yes..." she moans loudly as she comes down, too in the clouds to realize what she just did.

"Was that—" You and Yeji look at each other.

"You said she wasn't here!" you hiss, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Her shoes were not there!" Yeji quickly gets under the sheets, as if fearful of getting caught naked by Seulgi. "Do you think she heard?"

"Well if we heard her, she definitely heard us, we weren't exactly being quiet."

"Shit, this is bad! Oh no we were talking about her like that!"

"You did, I didn't say anything. Well, she did sound like she was enjoying herself. Who would say 'Fuck yes' like that?"

"You think... she was getting off on us?"

"Maybe? Or maybe she just woke up, and she didn't hear us."

"You think we just heard her, and not the other way around?"

"We have to hope." The two of you agree to not bring it up with Seulgi, and to deflect if she asks. It doesn't last long though, as you run into her ready to start her own extra load of laundry later that day.

"Oh, hello, you go ahead."

"Hello Babe, I think we can do both?"

"Oh, umm sure." Awkwardly you put you and Yeji's fluid-stained clothes in there, and you can't help but notice the stained bedsheets already in the tumbler.

"There we go," Seulgi says as she hits start. "You and Yeji do each other today?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you and Yeji doing anything today?" Whew, you thought you heard her say "do each other".

"N-No, she doesn't have any schedules planned."

"Yes, but what about you and Yeji?"

"I— I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please, I'm not stupid, I know you're not her manager. I'm not even sure if your name's Babe, but I'll call you that for now."

"Er, right, thanks. If you could keep quiet about me and Yeji that'd be much appreciated."

"Oh of course, that's your personal life, what you and Yeji say and do, no one needs to know about that." Seulgi says it in a way that makes you think she knows about what you and Yeji did.

"Right."

"After all, Minju, Chaeryeong, and Hitomi can all keep quiet, as her sunbae I assure you I am more discreet." Your blood runs cold, and then hot, how did she know about them, the only way Seulgi would know is because—

Shit.

"Y-You heard everything?"

"Maybe? I don't know when you two started. I heard you two talking about my shoes when I woke up." You groan internally, realizing that she heard almost everything.

"Damn, er, sorry we woke you up."

"No problem, it was an interesting morning." With the cards all out in the open you play it straight with Seulgi.

"I gather you had your fun too?" You tilt your head towards the laundry. "We heard you briefly too."

"W-What?" Now it's her turn to blush. "What did I say?"

"You just sounded satisfied."

"Oh, well... So much for being discreet."

"Do you want more? I understand if you don't want things to get weird between you and Yeji but, we can arrive at an understanding."

"Understanding?"

"You heard what you heard, and we heard what we heard. If you want to hear more of us, I'm sure Yeji would understand."

"You'd be happy huh, getting to fuck Yeji, knowing that I'm listening the whole time?"

"Yeji's probably happier than I am about that. Plus you wouldn't be the first to listen to us."

"What—" Seulgi processes the new information, before blushing a little deeper. "I see."

"You just let us know if it becomes too much."

The next few days become much more enjoyable for everyone involved. With the understanding in place Yeji becomes much more handsy, teasing and riling you up whenever she could. It started off safe, and you would hold it till night time, where Yeji would simply kick off her shorts and allow you easy access. There was no need to be quiet, and soon Seulgi can hear the crash of your hips into Yeji straight through the wall. Shortly after the two of you finished you would hear a moan or two, the signal that Seulgi got off. She would be muted some nights, while other nights she would be louder, almost correlating with how tired she looked before she said good night to the two of you.

By the end of the trip though, as long as Seulgi wasn't in direct view, all bets were off. Yeji continued to rile you up, teasing and showing Seulgi just how you liked it, and as soon as Seulgi entered her room you would rip off whatever Yeji was wearing and fuck her on the nearest surface in the living room. You had no idea if Seulgi peeked, but you do know that you never heard her door close.

"Hnngh she's right there oppa!" Yeji whispers urgently—the two of you were at the kitchen island, and you're pressing her against the countertop, sliding her shorts down already. Seulgi was laying on the couch, facing away from the two of you. You held Yeji by her arms, and when you pressed your cockhead into her there was nothing she could do to hide her moan.

"You're so deep in me!" Yeji whines, and the two of you watch Seulgi's thighs spread on the couch—Seulgi was adamant about only listening, but no one ever said anything about you and Yeji watching her.

"Yeah? You like it when I'm deep in you?" you say loudly, hamming it up for Seulgi's benefit.

"Yeah, ah! You're longer than my fingers, wider too, it's like three fingers stuffed in me all at once!" The two of you watch Seulgi plug three fingers into herself, and you're not sure if she's scooting down the couch to get more comfortable, but it certainly gives the two of you a better view.

"So fucking hot, how are you so tight?" you utter into Yeji's neck.

"Because you haven't fucked me in sooooo long!" Yeji drawls. "I need you to really fuck me." You slam into her hard, making sure the sound of your bodies colliding get to Seulgi.

"You're going to be bruised, do you want to take it to the bedroom?"

"No, I'm going to be sore anyways, just fuck me already!"

Seulgi fingers herself as the noises behind her get more and more obscene. Yeji's words just made her think about the last time she was with someone, and the only answer she can come up with right now is Too fucking long ago! Yeji's devolving with every moan—she had heard Yeji moaning before through the walls, and part of her wondered if Yeji's embellishing it for her to listen to, but now Seulgi knows there's nothing made up about it. If anything, it's too natural, too raw, the way Yeji moans, the gasps and grunts mixing as Seulgi imagines you hilting yourself deep inside her, forcing sounds out that could never be engineered or faked. She's so close to her own climax, trying not to explode, to not make a mess of the couch they share.

"Nngh I, I'm gonna cum!" Yeji cries, and a sudden splatter of liquid fills Seulgi's ears, triggering her own orgasm.

"F-F-Fuck, oh fuck!" She's powerless to stop the gush of fluids exiting her own body, and her hand moves in a blur, spraying her squirt everywhere unapologetically. As Seulgi comes down from her own orgasm she hears Yeji whimpering, hypersensitive from her own peak.

"Cum in me, do it, do it!" A grunt and a groan from him, and Seulgi hears Yeji being filled up, the sigh she releases utterly satisfying, a coo of contentment. The sound of their finish goes straight to her very core, and in her own blissful state something finally crumbles, Seulgi's inhibitions and reluctance dissolve—she wants it, wants it real bad.

You and Yeji quietly try to get back to your bedroom, to keep the facade up, but you both hear it—Seulgi's soft plea from behind you, just before the two of you enter the bedroom.

"I want it, the real thing." Yeji nods eagerly, and you're never saying no to a woman like Seulgi.

"Tomorrow—" you start.

"Tonight." Seulgi stands up, her thighs shining with slick. She watches a little bit of you leak out from Yeji—she neglected to put her panties back on. "Or now. I can't wait, I'm going to regret asking, I know it."

"You won't. We'll clean up a little first, and then start?" The slight delay wrongfoots Seulgi—she was planning on getting straight into it, to let herself be taken along as soon as possible.

"Right, okay." Seulgi is left standing there naked and a little out-of-it, figuring out what to do next.

"Aren't you going to join us?"

You didn't have to worry about getting hard again, as sharing a shower with Seulgi and Yeji and watching the water run down their lithe bodies does wonders for getting you "up and running". Just the act of cleaning you off is enough to get you hard again, and Seulgi's eyes have been glued to it since.

"We're going to take care of you unnie." Yeji wraps a tower around her hair. "Can you get her body oppa?"

"Sure." You wrap Seulgi with a towel from behind, and you take the chance to feel her through the towel, squeezing her chest, feeling her react already. Her abs are firm and hard as you work your way down, and you dry each of her taut thighs separately, making sure to get right up to where they met her hips before stopping—there's no drying the wetness there.

Up top Yeji's whispering in her ear the whole time, telling her how she's going to be split open, how you're both going to enjoy her tight body, and how she's going to want it again and again. All truths. Yeji kisses her neck, leaving Seulgi a trembling anticipating wreck.

"I'm going to dry my hair, but I'll join you two soon." Seulgi lets herself be lead to bed, and she's gently but firmly pushed down. Your lips are on her neck, and with a touch on her thighs she spreads them eagerly. Seulgi gasps as your hardness touches her skin, hard, hot and...

"Y-You're big."

"Why do you think Yeji moans like she does?" Seulgi blushes, grabbing you with a hand and wondering if she could wrap her hand around you—just barely. You put your hand around hers, guiding your tip to her entrance. Seulgi squirms as you nudge her lips with your cockhead, resting it there and holding yourself back from just pushing in and taking her in one shot.

"You do it." Her hand drifts down your shaft, and holding on to your hilt, she pulls you in with a bit of help from your hips.

"Hnngh..." Seulgi has to force herself to relax as the pressure between her thighs grow—there's no way you're only three fingers wide! As she feeds your dick into her pussy she gradually releases her grip on you, one finger at a time lifted off your cock until her hand is free to grip your shoulder. You do the final bit for her, grunting as you're balls deep in Seulgi's pink velvet wrap.

"Fuck you're really really tight."

"I— Ah! Thank you!" Seulgi manages, moaning as you pull back and push forward with an experimental thrust. "Yeji!" Your raven-haired girlfriend has crawled on to the bed naked, hands cradling Seulgi's head in her lap.

"She really does look hot squirming like this." Yeji reaches for her unnie's tits, playing with them through tweaks and pinches. "Make her squirm more." You draw your hips back, and with your hands leaving red marks on Seulgi's thighs you thrust forward and pull her towards you, fully filling her in one hard thrust.

"Nngh oh god!" Seulgi cries, the lightning bolt of pleasure and thunder-like sting after splitting her mind in two, striking at her very core. She grips the sheets, her low moans expectant as you pull back, only to rise to a satisfying cry when when you slam back in, rocking her against Yeji's lap again and again. At some point Yeji's thighs open up, and Seulgi's head is on the bed, watching her junior's tight body loom over her, slithering down Serulgi's own form. A warm breath on her pussy makes her shudder—Yeji's breathing on her!

"Do you want to taste?" you ask Yeji, pulling back, allowing her to lick Seulgi's juices off your shaft.

"She tastes good." Yeji follows up by rubbing Seulgi's clit, making her squirm even more. Your thrusting slows down, allowing Yeji to get to work.

"Ah!" Seulgi bucks her hips, sending more pleasure through her when she feels Yeji's tongue and finger on her clit. Somehow Yeji knows just how far to push Seulgi to the edge before drawing back, giving her a brief respite for the storm that follows. Seulgi finds herself making the same sounds she heard Yeji make as you get back to pounding her at a brisk pace.

"Ngh ngh ngh hnnngh! Ack, oh g— mmm!" The pressure holding her pussy open is suddenly gone, and Seulgi's still in cloud nine as you clean your cock with Yeji's mouth, letting her suck Seulgi's cream and slick off you before you're plunging back into her now red velvet embrace. As her mouth hangs open a tang of salty sweetness hits her tongue—Yeji's openly dripping on to her, and in her current state Seulgi has no inhibitions at all.

"Ohhh!" Your girlfriend moans as her hips are pulled onto Seulgi's face aggressively, feeling the effects of her sunbae's tongue licking messily on her slit. You fuck Seulgi as Yeji plays with her clit, and then you're fucking Yeji's mouth as Seulgi plays with her pussy—an obscene sixty-nine plus one, filling the hole in each number. Seulgi's contracting around you haphazardly, and she's due an explosive orgasm. You press a hand to her mons, and Seulgi's throat tears in a scream as you pound her even harder, your cock pushing against her cervix, making her feel like you're straight up moving her womb around to your wishes. It's uncanny, uncomfortable, but supremely fulfilling—you're as deep as anyone can get inside her, and she's quite literally putty around your cock.

Seulgi grunts, and Yeji's surprised by the sudden squirt splashing against your hips, followed by the uncontrolled seepage of cream from her pussy as you fuck her through the orgasm, a ring of white around your shaft. Seulgi's groans and moans vibrate through Yeji, letting her feel Seulgi's orgasm directly.

"Shit, gonna cum!" you mutter as you look at Yeji's pleasured expression.

"Wait!" She quickly turns around, addressing her cockdrunk colleague. "Unnie, he can cum in you right?"

"Huh..." Seulgi simply blinks at her, not really processing Yeji's words.

"I want to see him cum in you, you want that too right?" Before Seulgi can answer though, she sees Yeji's head snap back, her eyes rolling into her head briefly, and then the same satisfied moan that haunted her since she heard it that first time.

No!

In your urgency you saw Yeji's slit flushed and spread right in front of you, and you simply grabbed her hair and came in the pussy you know you could always count on to take it. Already close from Seulgi's mouthwork Yeji cums with you, tugging and milking your load. You pull out after, letting Yeji collapse on to Seulgi.

"Now now, no need to pressure Seulgi into making a decision." Seulgi shudders as she feels your cum leak out of Yeji, thick and heavy and hot as soon as it drips out of her pussy and onto her own skin.

"No, I— I want it. Wanted it," Seulgi corrects herself, her mind still dazzled from her climax. Yeji whines briefly, and then it is Seulgi's turn to whine as two fingers are shoved into her.

"You can have some." The digits rotate in her, and Seulgi realizes that you're smearing your cum all over her walls manually.

"Fuck!"

"Give her a taste oppa..." Yeji sighs into Seulgi's neck, and her breath hitches as you plunge into her again to get more cum. Seulgi licks her lips unconsciously when you present your fingers to her face, and she sucks them clean obediently.

"Good?" she nods.

"Unnie, if you want the real thing, we have to get him hard again," Yeji whispers in her ear.

"How?"

"Follow my lead." 

Yeji calls out to you, and you're already half hard at the sight in front of you. Yeji's still on top of Seulgi, but two fingers spread her pussy lips, symmetric with Seulgi's spread lips below her. "Do you think you have another round in you? I think Seulgi unnie has something she wants to say."

"Dump your cum in me..." she says, her voice wavering a little. Her cheeks are burning, she's never said anything like that to anyone! She gasps as Yeji runs her fingers along her lips, spreading them further apart, exposing the distinct lack of thick cum on her walls. Yeji whispers more in her ear, and Seulgi follows through.

"Please fuck your two cumdumps and... use this one properly."

You can't say no to that. You start with Yeji, and she knows just how to squeeze you to get you fully hard again—this isn't the first, nor will it be the last time that she gets you going for a second round quickly. Coated with her slick and your own cum, you plunge into Seulgi, the unholy gooeyness on your shaft making her spine tingle. Then it's Yeji's slick, your cum, and Seulgi's slick, going back into Yeji's pussy. And then it's Yeji's slick, your cum, Seulgi's slick, and then a second layer of Yeji's slick, back into Seulgi's messy hole. And then—

"Fuck!" Seulgi pussy tightens around your cock as Yeji plays with her tits and kisses her neck.

Just use her, Yeji mouths silently, and you give her one more thrust in appreciation before focusing on Seulgi.

"Ahhh! Don't stop, please don't stop!" She's wailing now, silenced only by Yeji kissing her. It's a dual assault by you and your girlfriend—Yeji's lips on her neck and fingers on her tits, nips, and clit; your cock rubbing on her slick walls, her g-spot, and cervix. You bottom out and grind against her, leaking precum into her womb, and Seulgi's collapsing around your cock, nails digging into Yeji as she climaxes again. When you're close you signal to Yeji to get off, and you lean over Seulgi, enjoying the feel of her juicy thighs squeezing your sides, ankles locked around your hips.

"Gonna cum in you."

"Yes, fuck me—" You kiss her fiercely, but a stinging nip on your lip makes you pull back. "I didn't finish. Fuck me up." Having said her piece Seulgi gives in to your kiss, allowing you to fuck her top and bottom, your tongue thrashing and tangling with hers. Sweat pours from the both of you, soaking into the sheets as you pound her tight body into the creaking springs of the bed. You grab her short hair and tug, exposing her neck and leaving an angry hickey—Seulgi's so lost in it she doesn't even protest, her eyes beginning to roll back. You leave one more on her chest, and she's holding you there, letting you breathe her raw needy scent as she cries hoarsely, losing her voice as quickly as she's losing her mind.

*Crack*

A spring or two give up at just the right time, and you're pressing Seulgi into the bed as the tension in your body snaps, firing rope after rope of cum deep into her. Stuck beneath you she can only tremble violently as the sudden warmth in her becomes white hot pleasure up her spine, triggering her own orgasm. She squeezes everything around you, clenching your cock in time with your pulses, limbs trying to hold you close as she milks you.

"D-Don't move!" But you do, pushing the last of your cum into her and sloshing the rest, the connection between the two of you getting messier and stickier as her own mix of cream and slick leak out. Her legs finally unlock from around you, and you pull back to make way for Yeji.

"Your turn." Yeji takes her spot between Seulgi's legs and begins lapping up your combined fluids. "Taste good?"

"Delicious."

"Give Seulgi a taste." She does just that, gathering the creamy load in her mouth before kissing Seulgi—the older idol twitches as the salty liquid hits her tongue, but then she relaxes, kissing Yeji and letting the lewd mixture slide down her throat. 

"D-Delicious," Seulgi manages to gasp, still recovering from her climax. Yeji gets back to cleaning her, and she's thorough, licking and eating Seulgi up until Seulgi's thighs are shiny and quivering from overstimulation.

"Do you regret it?" you ask Seulgi, handing both of them a glass of water.

"No, I think. I... I'm gonna need a few days." She winces as she feels your mark on her neck.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"No, it's okay, I have makeup for it." After the debauchery Seulgi's beginning to blush, her inhibitions and sense of propriety returning. She just had sex with her idol junior and her boyfriend, what is she thinking! "I'll umm, go clean up in my room."

"Right. You can use the shower first if you want."

"That would be good, thanks." Seulgi gathers up her clothes slowly, wobbling on her feet. You cuddle with Yeji, listening to the shower running and giving Seulgi her privacy.

"Think we went overboard?" you mutter into her hair.

"I don't know, maybe? I don't think I've seen anyone cum that hard... It was hot." Yeji's still breathing a little heavy, and you realize she didn't quite get herself there while you finished with Seulgi.

"It was." You rub her slit slowly. "We should take a shower after she's done too."

"Yes please." When she hears Seulgi's room door close Yeji pulls you into the shower immediately, and with the water running on full blast you give her a thorough fingering, making her cum loudly and wetly until she's satisfied and squirming away from your hand.

"The shower was hotter," you say as you and Yeji cuddle, finally clean and ready for bed—you get the side with broken springs of course ("You made your bed, now sleep in it!").

"Tch, no need to placate me, watching the two of you was definitely the hottest part of the trip. Think she'll go for it again?"

"I don't know, she seemed rattled afterwards, I don't think she regrets it, but she also doesn't think it's a good idea?"

"We'll see, I'll try to speak to her, maybe before we go back to Korea."

Unfortunately, either intentionally or by work scheduling Seulgi avoids the both of you pretty much most of the last day or two of her trip, and the only words either of you manage to get in was a "Have a good flight!" as she leaves the night before you. You and Yeji return to Korea, and nothing happens for a while until Yeji's promotions overlap with Seulgi's—you're in Yeji's waiting room when Seulgi knocks on the door.

"Oh, is this Yeji's room? Oh, hi," Seulgi cheeks are a little red. "I was looking for her to do the dance challenge with."

"You just missed her, she'll be back soon."

"Okay, great. So are you her manager actually?" Seulgi asks after the short awkward silence.

"When she can talk her way into bringing me backstage, yes."

"I see." Seulgi fidgets for a bit, before taking a deep breath and making her decision. "Are you and Yeji free on the weekend?"

"I think so? After the music shows at least."

"Right, same here. So I just got a new mattress, and I live alone, I was wondering if you two could—"

"Oh, you need help moving it? Sure, I have a car, I can pick it up and bring it over if you need the help."

"Oh no no, there's no need for that, I—"

"Seulgi, we can come back later, there's someone else available to do the challenge right now!" Comes her manager's voice.

"Right, coming!" She spreads her arms. "It's good to see you."

"Umm yes, of course." Seulgi pulls you in close, as if giving you a friendly goodbye hug.

"I was hoping you two could help me break the old one."

A/N: As usual I'm late on the timing, Irene and Seulgi already due to come out lol. The AirBnB moniker was too good to miss out on, so I got around to it eventually! I also wrote a parallel piece called AirGnG, but it's just Yeji and Seulgi, and the smut dynamics are different, so give that a read too, thanks for reading!

[ferrstappen]

max the wag: is it a hard launch? | Max Verstappen

authors note: hello! I got an idea watching quali yesterday 👀 to bring back this series that I love so so much!!! IM SORRY THOUGH because I didn’t proof read and wrote it on my phone :( so pls ignore any mistake.

summary: connecting the dots after seeing Magui and Lando during the Monaco GP.

There’s something in the air during the Monaco GP weekend, and you love it.

Waking up next to Max in your apartment with the cats, watching him get ready before someone from the team picks him up, him reminding you to please be careful with the fans and paparazzi, and to call him as soon as you arrive to the power station.

It was impossible to not stop after a couple of steps because there was the friend of a friend’s cousin who saw you once at Jimmy’z. It was the usual Monte-Carlo business, but there were more familiar faces like Kym Ilman who started a short conversation before snapping a couple of photos for Instagram.

You found Carmen walking towards the Mercedes garage and joined her, talking about post-race plans, business stuff, how you were scared the weather was going to change because the fog had been heavy during the week.

And then, you walked in front of the McLaren hospitality. You spotted Lily, Lando’s mum and dad, and was that…

“Is that Lando’s friend?” Carmen asked you in a hushed tone, knowing this city was too small.

You squinted and saw her. “It is, it really is! Do you remember Abu Dhabi last year?” You asked Carmen and she nodded. “I swear I spotted her inside the McLaren garage but Lando didn’t introduce her or anything, it was super low-key.”

“Does Max know anything?” Carmen asked and you almost snorted, immediately being self conscious as you felt phones cameras capturing the chat with Carmen.

“Max? He probably does know, but isn’t aware, which is very challenging.” Both Carmen and you giggled.

“I swear George is the same, drives me crazy. The other day we ran into each other, but she was a couple of steps behind and Lando didn’t really introduce her or anything.” Carmes added.

You looked up once again, confirming it was Magui Corceiro. “I hope they make it official, but if they haven’t done it in what? two years? They just have their reasons.”

“Yeah, poor thing receives hate for no reason whatsoever, and now everyone is bombarding Lando… can’t be easy.” Carmen said and you agreed.

You parted ways with Carmen with the promise of getting together later for a couple of Aperol Spritzes. You were about to call Max to tell him you were here, but you easily spotted him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“You’re here, finally.” He kissed the top of your head, doing his best to avoid the multiple cameras.

“Baby, do you have a second? Driver’s room?” You asked and his blue eyes widened, and it was as if you could see the gears in his head turning before a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.

“I mean, if that’s what you want, you know I can’t turn you down.” Max said with his hands grabbing your waist a little tighter.

You laughed. “Max! No! Get your mind off the gutter,” he pouted. “I just… need to gossip.” You said and Max raised his eyebrows.

“What happened?!” He grabbed your hand and directed you towards his room.

“Is Lando dating someone?”

Max huffed. “Of course he is, God knows why he hasn’t told anyone, though, because it’s painfully obvious. Do you know how many times we’ve come across each other leaving the cafe?”

“Well, let me tell you that she is right now in the McLaren garage, with his parents, not hiding,” you informed Max.

“Interesting. Good for him.”

“Yeah, good for him, but do you have more information or something?” You tried to make him remember something.

“No, I know the same thing! But, I do remember Lando was pissed after they showed her on Drive to Survive.”

“That’s interesting, and now they’re hard launching in Monaco.”

Max’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hard launching?”

“Babe, we’ve talked about this! There’s no space for doubt that they’re together now, hard launch!”

Max tried to mask his confusion. “Right.”

“Let’s see if you can gather information, can you?” You kissed his lips.

“I’ll do my best, babe. We can gather everything and then share on Sunday after the race, sounds like a plan?”

“I can’t think of anything better, champ. Now go get ready, I’ll be here, you know, waiting for F1TV to show me as Max Verstappen’s partner.”

Max’s smile grew. “You love it.”

“I do.”

You were standing next to other Red Bull’s guests, with the headphones and anxiously rubbing your hands against each other when you felt the F1TV camera on your face so you have them a small smile before refocusing on Max.

It was right after Q3 finished that you received a text from Carmen.

They showed her as Lando’s partner. ITS OFFICIAL.

After a small gossip bit with Carmen before leaving the paddock, you walked hand in hand with Max towards the car driving you home.

You were in the balcony, overseeing the streets and listening to the quiet chatter and life of Monaco during the Grand Prix weekend. Most of the boats were lit up, even Jeff Bezos was somewhere.

But the important thing was the feeling of Max’s hair between your fingers, his head resting on your thighs, blue eyes closed while his fingers traced figures on your skin.

“I have a doubt.” Max broke the comfortable silence, and you hummed. “Is it a hard launch if they haven’t said anything?”

[narcissistcookbook]

Do you have advice for being confident in the things you want to do, artistically? Your songs have such a strong narrative/message, but it feels hard sometimes to be confident about creative works when it feels like everything has 'been done' to some extent.

i didn't crawl out of the sewer and start making the stuff you know me for, it took me years to make work that felt truly like mine

i started writing as the Narcissist Cookbook in 2016 (roughly), and by that point i'd already made about 15-20 EPs & albums over twelve years under different names and with different sounds. some of it was good, some of it was bad enough to have me waking up in cold sweats thinking about it. some albums and EPs no-one heard but me. most of it was me awkwardly trying to find my voice by imitating counting crows, dashboard confessional, jimmy eat world, bright eyes, the hives, etc.

the truth is that you'll spend a long time imitating your heroes - it's the unique and interesting ways you screw that up that will eventually become the foundation of Your Voice™

general hints:

take big swings

be overly ambitious

be masturbatory and self-indulgent

be excited about making mistakes

draw inspiration from artists outside your medium - I'd rather see a painting trying to be a poem than a painting done by an artist who only liked paintings

burn it all down every now and then

learning to finish Things might be the most important skill you can pick up - finishing a Bad Thing is the only way you'll ever learn how to finish the Good Things when they come along

drugs don't make you creative, they just shut down the anti-Art - the part of you telling you you suck while you're making something. you can shut that part of you down sober, it just takes work

dig for the ideas that scare you - "i couldn't get away with that" and "i could never say that" are like the beep of a metal detector

what art do you wish existed that doesn't exist? make that

[cameronsbabydoll]

okay i know this is very unlikely but what if reader was mad at millitary!rafe and gave him hella attitude what would he do (and when i say hella attitude i mean like mouthing off, ignoring, rolling her eyes, breaking rules, not listening to rafe, defying orders and stuff like that)

his first reaction? total lockdown.

“wanna run that by me again, sweetheart?”

jaw? tight. hands on his hips or crossed over his chest, the way he does with subordinates.

eye contact? unblinking. he’s tracking you now, like a mark.

then comes the manhandling.

he’s not hurting you—but he’s asserting.

he’ll pin you against the fridge with a hand to your lower back and say something like:

“you can roll them eyes again and i’ll bend you over this damn counter ‘til you forget how to move ‘em.”

or

“keep talkin’. every word’s another hour on your knees when i’m done dealin’ with this attitude.”

if you full-on defies him

that’s when it gets serious.

he’s old-school. southern. traditional.

and respect—especially from his girl—is non-negotiable.

he’ll wait until your alone, arms crossed, eyes dark:

“what the hell’s goin’ on with you, baby? you tryin’ to make me lose my temper? tryin’ to embarrass me?”

“you think i run battlefields and take orders from generals just to come home and be disrespected in my own damn house?”

and if you keep pushing?

discipline. spankings. corner time. taking your phone.

or worse—he ignores you

goes cold. arms crossed on the couch. one-word answers. no cuddles. no kisses.

and then you’ll be in his lap two hours later whispering “i’m sorry, daddy.”

[bears-are-my-favourite-colour]

Alpha Soap immediately getting attached to this big omega that seemingly wants nothing to do with him. He's following him around like a stray, dropping little courting gifts outside of his quarters (he'd never invite himself into an omega's space, he's a polite alpha thank you very much) and leaving extra snacks for him while they're in the canteen.

It isn't until they've done a couple missions together, until Soap had proven himself to Ghost as being something other than a knot-headed fool blundering his way through life, that Ghost starts to return these little actions. When a hand moves into his vision, dropping off a simple chocolate bar while Soap hunches over his lunch, Soap turns back with a grin as he watches his lieutenant's retreating back.

Thus starts the back and forth flirting and gift giving, the pair becoming comfortable with the easy affections, Ghost having to pretend that Soap's showing off and joyful posturing annoys him. O!Price being kinda flappy about this alpha courting Simon, but is ultimately settled by the knowledge of how Soap's personality and skills.

Ghoap going on a mission and losing all their kit (blown up, soaked, compromised idfk) so have to make their way to the safehouse with nothing but the stuff they had on them and have to wait for a belated exfil.

Ghost going into preheat and Soap being the best little alpha, never propositioning, simply existing to make sure Simon is comfortable and feels safe. The safehouse looks a wreck, but it's okay because now Simon has a nice and secure nest that he even lets Soap into.

It's during this that Soap finds out just how affectionate The Ghost can be, he's near vibrating out of his skin as he sits between Simon's legs while the omega rubs against his neck and fusses with his hair, earns a fair few warning growls when he dares to shift away before Simon goes back to nuzzling against him.

Soap prancing about making dinner for the omega, never anything great but Simon ate it all as if it were a delicacy and that had Soap preening.

[kendrixtermina]

Some other things that really make it work are:

the problems are real - the badly behaved kid is actually badly behaved, Nani is actually somewhat overwhelmed

genuine emotion (a rare thing in american children's media at the time... since then there's been a lot of stuff like Steven Universe, Gravity falls etc.)

it's unapologetically weird & eccentric - this is a BIG one at least with regards to what led me personally to like it as a kid. The aesthetic is absolutely Weird Little Girl

All of these have been gradually been sanitized away in the ensuring franchise zombie (to the point that the animated series dispensed with Lilo all together) so I'm not at all surprised that the remake followed in that vein especially given how soulless & loveless most of the similar movies have been.

Introducing some bullshit generic preppy "american dream cliche"/ get your dream job element strikes me as erasing the unapologetic eccentricity & real emotion/ problem-ity of it.

On the one hand the marine biologist thing is there to simplify Nani's character / replace something real (she's worried if she can take care of Lilo well enough) with something simplistic (she simply wants to do something else instead) - like the OG nani isn't conflicted, she's worried if she can do the thing she wants to do, which is a scarier & more complex thing.

On the other hand, well, it's generic & preppy. Oooh dream job, college, be a good little cog in the machine.

Like you could do this other storyline in a way that is good & emotional, but a) they didn't, and b) even if it was done well, the resulting character wouldn't be Nani

Oh and a third thing, it takes away real consequences /weight/meaning to the character's choices because there's suddenly this convenient neighbor & alien teleport device that makes the choice not a real choice. Magically there is no cost to the choice. The kid (much more a prop than a real character here) doesn't feel abandoned because of it, there's not even any bittersweetness to it.

Fuck it, I didn't want to make a post on this but it's bugging the hell out of me so let's exorcize the thought.

Lilo and Stitch is an extremely good children's movie. I've been working at a daycare for over five years now, and out of all the children's movies I've shown to an auidence of twenty or so school-age kids (i.e. between the ages of 5 and 12), the only movie that's held their attention as well as Lilo and Stitch is The Emperor's New Groove, and the only one that's held it better is An American Tail. Of those three, Lilo and Stitch has won the vote of "what movie we will watch" the most. It not only entertains kids, but emotionally captivates them from start to finish, because it very thoroughly understands how to engage children on their level. It's a smart, tightly written children's movie.

The feat of story-telling genius it pulls of lies in its ability to reach both where children's imaginations want to go and where their lived real-world experiences lie - most children's movies focus on one or the other, but Lilo and Stitch dives deep into both. On the imagination side, there's Stitch's whole plotline of being a little alien monster being chased by other weirdo aliens onto earth because they want to stop him from running amok and causing havoc (which, of course, happens anyway in fun cartoony comedy/action spectacle). On the real-world side, you have Lilo's plotline of being a troubled little girl who has an abundance of very real problems that, like an actual child, she struggles to comprehend and deal with, as well as the many adults in her life that care about her to some degree but all struggle to fully understand her. Kids want to be Stitch and run amok and cause cartoony havoc. Kids, even the least-troubled kids, relate to Lilo, because all of them have been in a similar situation as her at least once in their lives.

Balancing these two very different stories, with very different tones and scopes to their respective conflicts, is a hard writing task, but Lilo and Stitch manages to do it in a way that seems effortless with one very powerful trick. The two plots are direct mirrors to each other, complete with the characters involved in each having foils in the respective plot. To break it down:

Stitch, the wild and destructive alien gremlin who everyone has labeled as a crime against existence, is Lilo, the troubled young girl who's viewed as a "problem child" by all the adults in her life. In both plotlines, Stitch and Lilo are facing the threat of being "taken away" from the life they know because they act out, and in both plotlines, we see that this is an unfathomably cruel thing to do to them and will not actually solve the problems they have.

Dr. Jumbaa, the mad scientist who made Stitch because making monsters is what mad scientists do, and who had no intentions of ever being nurturing or parental to anything or anyone in his life, is Nani, Lilo's older sister whose parents died when she was young and now is forced to act as a parental substitute despite not being mentally or emotionally prepared for that responsibility yet. Both Dr. Jumbaa and Nani are trying to get their respective wild children in line with what society wants them to be, and both are struggling hard with it because they in turn have a lot of growing to do before they can actually accomplish that.

Pleakley, the nebbish alien bureaucrat who ends up being assigned to help Dr. Jumbaa despite being mostly uninvolved in creating the whole Stitch situation, is David, the nice but mostly ineffectual guy who's crushing on Nani and wants to help her but doesn't really have much he can provide except emotional support. Ultimately Pleakley and David prove that said emotional support is a lot more helpful than it seems on the surface, as they give Jumbaa and Nani respectively a lot of the pushes they need to become better in their parental roles.

The Grand Councilwoman, who runs the society of aliens that is trying to banish Stitch forever for his crime of existing, is Cobra Bubbles, the Child Protective Services agent who is in charge of deciding whether or not Lilo needs to be taken away from her home forever for, ostensibly, her own good. Both are well-intentioned and stern, with a desire to follow the rules of society and do what procedure says is the most humane thing to do in this situation, but both lack the understanding of Stitch/Lilo's situation to actually help until the end of the movie.

Finally, we have Captain Gantu, the enforcer of the Galactic Council who is a mean, aggressive, sadistic brute but is viewed as a "good guy" by society because he plays by its rules (well, when he knows can't get away with breaking them, anyway), who is the counterpart of Myrtle, the mean, aggressive, sadistic schoolyard bully who is viewed as a "good kid" by other adults because she plays by the rules they established (well, when she knows she can't get away with breaking them, anyway). Both Gantu and Myrtle are, in truth, much nastier in temperament than Stitch and Lilo, but are better at hiding it in front of others and so get away with it, and often make Stitch and Lilo look worse in the eyes of others by provoking them to violence and then playing the victim about it - in fact, both even have the same line, "Does this look infected to you?", which they say after goading their respective wild-child victims into biting them.

The symmetry of these two plotlines allows them to actually feed into each other and build each other up instead of fighting each other for screentime. The fantastical nature of Stitch's plot adds whimsy to the far more realistic problems that Lilo faces so they don't get too heavy for the children in the audience, while the very real struggles of Lilo in her plotline bleed over into Stitch's plot and make both very emotionally poignant. When both plotlines hit their shared climax, they reach children on a emotional level few other movies can match - the terror of Lilo being taken away from her family, and the emotional complexity of that problem (Cobra Bubbles pointing to Lilo's ruined house and shouting at Nani, "IS THIS WHAT LILO NEEDS?" is so starkly real and heart-breaking), is matched and echoed in the visual splendor and mania of the spectacular no-way-this-is-going-to-work chase scene where Stitch, Nani, Jumbaa, and Pleakley all team up to rescue Lilo from Gantu.

The arcs of the characters all more or less line up. Nani confronts her own failures to be a guardian and parent to Lilo and resolves to do better and learn from her mistakes. Jumbaa, who through most of the movie protests to be evil and uncaring, nonetheless comes to not only care for Pleakley, but more importantly for Stitch too, and ends up assuming the role he never wanted but nonetheless forced himself into from the start: he is Stitch's family. Hell, the moment that reveals this is really clever - Stitch goes out into the wilderness to try and re-enact a scene from a storybook of The Ugly Duckling, hoping, in a very childish way, that his family will show up and love him. Jumbaa arrives and, coldly but not particularly cruelly, tells Stitch that he has no family - that Stitch wasn't born, but created in a lab by Jumbaa himself. But in that moment Jumbaa is proving himself wrong - because Stitch's creator, his parent, DID show up, and did exactly what happens in the story by telling Stitch the truth of what he is. It can't be a surprise, then, that later in the movie Jumbaa ends up deciding to side with Stitch, to help him save Lilo, and to stay on Earth with his child.

David and Pleakley go from being pushed away by Nani and Jumbaa respectively to essentially becoming their partners in the family. The Grand Councilwoman and Cobra Bubbles finally see how cruel their initial solution of isolating Stitch and Lilo from their family would be, and bend the rules they are supposed to enforce to protect and support this weird found family instead of breaking it apart. Gantu and Myrtle are recognized for the assholes they are and face comeuppance in the form of comedic slapstick pratfalls. And most importantly, Stitch and Lilo both get the emotional support and understanding they need to thrive and live happy lives as children should be allowed to do. It's like poetry, it rhymes.

It's a very precise, smartly written movie. It's a delicate balancing act of tone and emotions, with a very strong theme about the need for family and understanding that hits children in their hearts and imaginations. It's extremely well structured.

...

So it'd be kind of colossally fucking stupid to remake it and start fucking around with the core structure of it, chopping out pieces and completely altering others, with no real purpose beyond "Well, the executives thought it might be better if we did this."

[jillsandwhichs]

Mr. Trucker man

Chapter 12 to Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: You are a runaway young adult - you ran from your home a few months ago. Whilst on the run, you stopped by a truck stop in the "middle of no-where" Texas. While there, you meet a trucker, Joel and little do you know, the two of you will hookup

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers/Hookup

WC: 3.6k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap, Making out, Dirty talk, BJ, He finishes in your mouth, Unprotected P in V, Riding, Spanking, You both finish, He finishes inside of you & slight aftercare

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It reeks of masculinity around you. Just reeks of grown old men. Well, that's on you though. You could've went anywhere but you decided to stop at a random truck stop and diner on the outside of the route you've been following for the past day or so. You were starving though, so it was conventional. Guess you can't complain too much.

You took another bite of the cheeseburger you ordered from the diner to the left of you. You didn't want to eat inside. They were playing tacky old music - it wasn't any Hank Williams or Aaron Lewis, that's for sure. Standing outside while eating was for the better anyways - watching the sun set and the moon rise was a beautiful sight to witness.

What's rare though is to find a diner open this late. The neon sign plasted on the window says "Open 24/7!" Which was a fine sight to see earlier when you had gotten here. You also ordered a bottle of coke. You half expected just to receive a fountain cup but no, this diner kept it real and gave you an actual bottle. Reminds you of childhood.

You have your back against a large brown pillar. It's connected to the office to the truck stop, you're sure a worker is inside, doing their job. It sucks but it's all you got and your body is killing you, so sitting down against it is all you got. You gaze up at the stars whilst you eat. The burger is actually good. Guess the cooks work best at night then, huh?

Ain't better than back home though. No. That's what you miss - the food. Being on the go at all times means you don't really get to enjoy good food. It's all convenience store snacks, random diners and their cheap menus and/or scraps you manage to scrounge up. You're grateful for this meal though. The Lord damn well knows you needed it.

While finishing up your sandwich, you watched as a fine looking older man exited the diner. He was tall, that was the first thing you noticed. He has to be 6'2-6'3 at best. You're pretty short, at least that's what you're told by your family. Hell, who cares what they think though. You're done with them.

The man was wearing a big brown jacket, it's clearly fabricated at the moonlight doesn't reflect off of it as a leather jacket would cause. His jeans are shitty looking, all stained and washed up. His boots have to be older than the jeans though, hell, they've been put through it. He's a trucker, no doubt. Probably got his belly full of greasy food and a good beer or two. He's living the life, eh?

Shit. You looked down. He had noticed you, and he most definitely realized you were gazing at him. You don't trust people, let alone men. The last thing you need is to be kidnapped or some shit in relation. You pretended like he didn't exist, picking up your coke bottle and drinking some of the cold soda, letting the carbonated drink seep down your throat.

However, you can't just ignore the presence of someone who is quite literally approaching you. Damnit. You looked up and right before you was the man. You hadn't gotten a good look at him before but wow, he's a hot guy. You had to hold back a smile. "Hello?" You murmured out, your voice quiet but friendly. You didn't want to come off as a bitch - despite wanting to possibly scare him off.

"Hey there." He had his arms crossed as he gazed down at you. "Can I help you with something?" You said to him. You felt obligated to help him now, if need be. He did catch you gawking at him after all. "There ain't nothin' I need help with, no." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Guess I'm more curious as to what a young girl like you is doin' all alone in the middle of nowhere Texas."

Oh. Valid concern. You chuckled and shook your head. "Guess it's a good thing that's my business and not yours then, right?" You weren't meaning to come off as rude but a grown man has no need to know what you're up to, at all. The man snickered and shook his head again. "Yeah, you ain't wrong," he reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds before looking back down at you.

"You...?" He mumbled, wondering if you smoke. You do, on occasion. You nodded and he held one out for you. You took it from him and placed it in between your lips. You reached into your jeans pocket to get your lighter, then realized it's in your bag over near the garbage can. You hide it in case of muggers. People are careless around here.

He smirked, his smoke between his lips. "Hmm." He lit his up first, inhaling quickly before exhaling even faster. Here," he grunted, bringing his hands down to your face and lighting up your cigarette, allowing you to get that sweet, sweet nicotine inhale. You breathed it in and sighed it out. Hmm. Different from the usual brand you go for. You're more of a camel's kinda girl.

Blowing out some smoke once again, the man talked. "What's your name darlin'?" Southern men and their talk. You decided to just tell him your name. No harm in that. "What's yours?" "Joel." Joel, huh? Quite the name. Definitely an older name. You nodded. You took another drag from the cigarette before letting out through your nose. Guess he knew you needed a smoke. It's definitely helping with your drearyness.

"You one of those damn kids whose on the run?" How did he know? You suppose you're rather young looking. You are nineteen. You're an adult though, not a kid. "I'm nineteen and I guess? I'm on the "run", sure, you could say that." "Nineteen?" He whistled after hearing you say that. You giggled. "Yeah?" "Just wasn't expectin' that. You seem a lot older just by your demeanor." By your demeanor? Hmm.

"That a compliment?" "It is. Being that young n' being able to seem a lot older is a goddamn weapon." "How?" "Yous oughta get your way a lot easier." Joel snickered out, hitting his smoke again. You nodded. "You aren't wrong." "I know." Maybe he has experience. You tittered and stood up. You leaned your back against the pillar.

Oh yeah, he's a lot fucking taller than you. Jesus Christ. You looked him up and down before glancing down at your feet. Your black doc martens are a lot smaller compared to his brown leather boots. "You from here? Texas, I mean." "Yeah." "What part then?" "Why?" "Can a man not be curious?" Hmm. "Ennis... A bit ways from Fort Worth." "Yeah, yeah, I know the town. I'm from Austin." "Austin? City boy then?"

Joel laughed at your words. His laugh is sexy, you can't lie to yourself. "Far from it. Just where I grew up though." "Yeah." You nodded, dropping the cigarette on the ground and putting it out with your boot. It was practically out anyways. Joel is still finishing up on his. "Are you a trucker or something." "Sure am. That's mine right over there." He pointed to one of the trucks, the front end being white.

"I figured. Where are you off to?" "Why? You tryna hitch a ride?" "No." Yes. You are. Why wouldn't you? He seems good enough and if he's headed north, you're desperate to get up further as quickly as you can. "That the truth?" He murmured, gazing into your eyes. Fuck. You looked down and cleared your throat. "If you need a ride, just say that. I'm headed up north."

Good fucking Lord, is God on your side as of today? You tilted your head back up and nodded. "Where to up north?" "Wherever the highways take me, I guess. I ain't got a job goin' right now, not until next week." "Right." Truckers have no schedule. Cool. "I just wanna get up to Amarillo." "What's in Amarillo?" "A friend and a whole lot of opportunities."

Seems Joel liked that answer because he nodded and looked down at his truck keys. "Wouldn't take us more than the night. I'd have you up there by mornin'." He stated, clearing his throat and tossing his cigarette on the ground, it was already out. "You really going to do this for me? Why?" You are confused. You are just some random girl. "Because its either I take you and you stay safe, or you end up gettin' kidnapped or somethin'."

Oh.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. "And how am I sure you aren't a kidnapper?" "You ain't. You'll have to find out, I guess." He teased you. You giggled. "Suppose so." You reached down and grabbed your coke bottle, beginning to walk over to the large garbage can. You threw it away and picked up your backpack, swinging it over your shoulders. "When can we go?" "Now." He motioned his head towards his truck.

Here goes nothing.

-

As you got settled into his truck, you tucked your backpack under the seat. It smells good. Like... Good... Wood & leather - nostalgic smells for you. He was settled in as well, turning up the radio to be just low enough to where you two could still talk and he took his hat off, hanging it on the side of his dashboard. To your surprise, his truck is rather taken care of.

"Your truck is nice." "Thank you darlin', she's my baby." He spoke in a deep voice. "I don't know how I can ever thank you for doing this for me. I thought my ass was gonna have to walk all the way there. That'd take me days." You chuckled and ran your fingers through your hair. "Just doin' a good deed."

You can tell he's a good man with a dark side to him. He just has that look to him. Like, he does good things to make up for the other shit he does. To your guess, he's probably committed some sort of deep rooted crime. You can't say for sure though. You know nothing about him. You breathed in deeply before sighing.

Looking back at him, you bit your lower lip. He's sexy. A grown man whose a trucker? That's hot. He just has a vibe to him. "You're handsome." You said with confidence. You have spunk to you, you aren't afraid to say what is on your mind. If anything, you're sure he'll appreciate it. "Handsome? Well then, thanks." "You're very welcome." You smiled at him before watching as his stuck the keys in the ignition.

"For the record, I think you're a beautiful young girl." He stated, glancing over at you. "You do?" You tilted your head. He breathed in deeply, thinking back to how he mentioned you're a weapon. "Mhm." He grunted out. "That's sweet." You chortled faintly, glancing down at your hands. "You hardly told that or somethin'?" "No. I'm told often." "Course you are." He wasn't surprised.

"However," you reached your hand over, sliding it on the inner side of his thigh, near his covered crotch - which you could see was hard the moment you called him handsome. "It just has a different ring to it when you say it." You looked into his brown eyes, encapturing his darkness that is clearly so deeply rooted into them. Fuck, was all Joel could think to himself.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them into the cup holder between the lower side of the seats. That action made you happy. It's been awhile since you've... Gotten any action. You're sure it's been the same for him. A random trucker? Not your worst. Not your best. But it'll surely be the most fun and the most spontaneous.

Joel leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. The taste of faint alcohol and fresh nicotine slipped off of his tongue and onto yours as you opened your mouth, allowing him to slide it into your mouth. God. It feels good to have a connection like this with someone after so very long. "Mmm." You moaned out as he cupped your cheeks, caressing them as the two of you kissed.

Your arms went around his neck and you pulled away for a moment. "Here," you looked down and began to undo his leather belt. "You gonna suck me off?" "Yeah? Can I?" You looked at him, right into his eyes. Your irises twinkled and you saw the devil within his eyes shine brighter than ever, than it has at all. "You can." He lifted his ass up, dropping his jeans down, then his briefs, revealing his dick.

He's big. Real big. Girthy too. You're sure this is the biggest you've ever dealt with, but you don't mind. You're always up for a challenge. You did quite literally run away from home when you were only eighteen - there's nothing you can't do at this point. You kissed him once more, your cherry chapstick leaving a yearning taste on his lips.

You began to pump him in your hand, keeping him hard. "Hold my hair back for me, will you?" "Yes ma'am." He nodded, though you couldn't see considering your head was aligned with his cock. You wrapped your small, pink lips around him, immediately tasting his pre-cum. Sweet. Tasty. You licked around his tan tip for a little bit before fully taking him in.

The sexy groan Joel let out made you wet. You literally felt your pussy gush between your legs as you sucked him off. You bopped your head up and down, keeping one hand on the lower base of his cock, and the other on his thigh for some support. He kept your hair out of the way though, running his fingers through it and keeping it against him.

His tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, it felt good. You didn't gag, you could handle it - at least for the time being. "Fuck, you take it well. That'a girl." His praising was... Well, it was something you needed to hear. You swear you've lacked in the sex & social department as of late. You swirled your tongue around his base, making sure to not leave a single spot unsucked.

"Goodness doll, I'm already close." Already? Guess you're doing something good. You dug your nails into his thighs whilst sucking him off. You couldn't help yourself. You get rough. His hand tangled into your hair, his other hand sticking on the steering wheel. He held onto your brushed out hair tightly, gripping it as he now moved your head up and down the way he wanted.

"Good fuckin' Lord, just like that baby." He huffed out. With a few more bobs of your head, he came and it all went into your mouth. Of course, you swallowed it all. You moved your head a few more times before finally lifting your head up and giggling, looking directly into his eyes as you licked your lips and tilted your head to the side, just as you did earlier.

That was something else. You're glad you did that. It felt good for the both of you and clearly, more-so him. There was obvious tension built up within him, and a clear sexual tension between you two, since the moment you began speaking to each other. "So? How was that?" You laughed and caressed his scruff. He shook his head and looked down. "Needed that." Was all he said. "I can tell."

Drawing yourself in, you kissed his ear lobe, then along his jawline before reaching his lips again. You kissed him passionately and as you did, Joel's hands went to your sides as he pulled you onto his lap, keeping you close and pressed against him. You encased your arms around his neck and moaned when out of no where, he gripped your ass through your jeans, grinding you against his lap.

"Gonna get you out of these," he popped the button open and pulled your fly down, "and I'm gonna fuck you real good, hmm?" He murmured, kissing your cheek gently. You bit back a shy laugh, instead kissing him with haste. "I don't mind at all." You whispered. He knows you don't. Joel opened the glove box to his right and cursed to himself.

Glancing back, you realized what he was in search for. A condom. He's out. You sighed. "You don't have any STD's, do you?" You laughed. He shook his head, "You?" "No." You kissed the top of his head. "I'm still taking the pill." "You are?" "Mhm, don't worry." "Fuck yeah." He slammed the box shut and then helped you get your jeans off, which happened quickly. Almost as if it was with the snap of a damn finger.

You adjusted your position on him and let out a soft exhale. "Here," you pulled your panties to the side and jerked him for a little bit, helping him get fully hard again. He smirked. "You're good with them hands." "I know." You glanced up and kissed him passionately, breathing in deeply as you did. He rubbed your hips as you two made out, your guy's tongues massaging one another's.

Slowly but surely, you sat down on him. Every single inch entered you, and it felt amazing. You moaned softly and smiled at the feeling. Its like you could literally feel him in your belly. "How's that feel?" "So good." You pressed your forehead against his before you began to move gently, going up and down & back and fourth on his dick.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck." You panted out, holding onto him tightly as you rode him. You wasted no time. You like it this way - fast and rough. "Oh, you like that? Huh?" He said slyly into your ear as he held your waist, helping you move on him. "Uh-huh!" You nodded before tucking your head into the crease of his neck, pecking it lightly.

This feels so good. You needed this. You haven't had sex in such a long fucking time. You think Joel rather enjoys it too. He's grunting & making noise just as much as you are. Not going to lie to yourself, it's a turn on. Suddenly, you felt a smack to your ass, which made your back arch. "Oh." You moaned, grasping his shoulders as you pulled away from his neck and instead, stared into his devilish eyes.

Joel was biting his lower lip as he looked back at you. His hands were gripping your ass, spanking you every so often. You liked it, you've never had it done to you before during sex but it feels nice; It is a turn on, admittedly. You began to roughly bounce on him now, wasting literally no time. The sound of your skin smacking against his was loud and lowkey sexy, truthfully.

You've never hooked up with someone this old, but you swear this may have to be the best sex you've ever had.

"I'm so close." You whimpered out, cupping his face and setting your forehead against his. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" Oh fuck. The way he talks to you. Yeah, you're gonna finish for him & on him. You nodded and he was quick to begin thrusting upwards into you, increasing the speed & hardness. "Oh shit." Were your last words before you came.

And oh came you did. You could feel your wetness and how much there was between your legs and on his lap, even on his cock. He didn't seem to mind though. Your body quite literally recoiled from orgasming but Joel held you close, caressing your back as you did. Your mind literally left reality momentarily as you came. It was too good.

He was still fucking upwards into you, but he was also close so it didn't last long. He came deep inside of you. You could literally feel it. You didn't care, you're infertile as it is and you're on the pill - plus you aren't even ovulating. You'll be fine, you're sure of it.

"Holy shit." You laughed before moving your hair out of your face and climbed off of his lap. The sound of him popping out of you was heard right before you sat down on the seat, pulling your panties up and your jeans, fixing your clothes quickly. Joel snickered and reached over, patting your thigh. "Damn that was good." Joel licked his lips before putting his pants back on too.

Now you wonder, is he still gonna take you to Amarillo? You hope so. You hope you two fucking didn't just ruin that for you, like, make it too awkward. "Are you still gonna take me to Amarillo?" You questioned him. "If not, I understand." Joel picked up his keys and glanced at you, "Course I am, why wouldn't I?" He asked you. Oh. A wave of relief coursed through you. "I dunno." You sighed.

"Just get buckled in and situated, I'll have you up there in no time." Joel then started up his truck. His hand then reached over to rub your shoulders. "I'll get you there safely n' soundly." "Thank you." You smiled at him.

Lots of thanks to Mr. Trucker man.

[mintedwitcher]

Heyyy! I’ve been reading some of your asks and you always give really well thought out responses so I thought I’d ask a question that I’ve been attacked for asking elsewhere!

I think you’re a fan of Tommy (?) I’m just curious what it is about him you like? Everytime I ask Tommy fans they get really defensive (which I get, as there are a lot of people who hate him and attack his fans) but I genuinely have no opinion on him.

I do have to say I’m definitely more partial to buddie when it comes to shipping (although I honestly am indifferent to whether or not they end up together) but this isn’t really a question related to buddie vs bucktommy.

I genuinely just don’t understand why people are so in love with Tommy’s character by himself when he has like 10 minutes of screen time, are people just fans of the ship? Does the actor have a big following idk about? Is a lot of it people who don’t like buddie, and just like Tommy out of spite?

I’d like to say I come from an indifferent perspective as I’m not actually active in the 9-1-1 fandom (I didn’t know it had a fandom until the network switch lol!) and am more of just a weekly watcher. So I was super surprised when he had such a huge following! To me personally he just felt like a good plot device to do stuff no one in the main cast was able (fly a helicopter and kiss buck lol).

I hope none of this sounds rude I honestly mean no hate to any fans of Tommy or Bucktommy!!!

I've been putting off answering this all day, I'm sorry.

First things first, let me be very clear. The reason Tommy fans get defensive when you ask why we like him is because you're using the same phrases as the people who have sent us death threats, CSA fics, and suicide bait for over a year. We have listened to those people endlessly claim that Tommy is "just a plot device" or that "he only has ten minutes of screen time" or that "people only like him because they hate Eddie". Just as you've done in this ask.

Now, I'm not saying you're one of those people, but you should be able to understand why we get so defensive after spending a year having to defend ourselves from the very worst of fandom.

With that out of the way, let me also add that I do not speak for anyone but myself in the rest of this post. So here's why I like him:

Tommy is funny. He has that dry, snarky sense of humour that appeals to me, as someone with the same type. His sarcasm and dry wit is enjoyable, and it's a good counterbalance to Buck's optimism. He's not a cynic, though. He's realistic, having lived a full life and learned that every action has its consequences.

Tommy is smart. He knows his own expectations and boundaries, and knows when and how to enforce them. He's intuitive. He's thoughtful. He chooses to take care of the people he loves, and gives his all to the task every time. He's resourceful, with a range of knowledge and the skills to back it up. He's not boastful, but confident in himself and his abilities. He's respectful and respected, both professionally and personally.

Tommy is kind. He, like Buck, is a fixer. He's mature enough to know, however, when there's something he can't fix; he sticks around all the same, though. He understands the importance of a support network, because he didn't have one. He wants for others something better than what he had, even though he might be envious or jealous of them having it when he couldn't. He's patient, knowing that discovering oneself is a long process, and one that can't be rushed without sacrificing safety, security, or happiness. He's willing to let himself be hurt in order to prevent others from feeling it.

Tommy is strong. Not just physically, but emotionally. He understands himself on a level that speaks to years of dedicated introspection and work. He's careful, not just with his words but with his actions. He's grounded, with a stable sense of self and an understanding of where he fits in the world. He's flawed, but he's learned from his mistakes and done everything in his power to atone for them. He's guarded, understanding his own weak spots and how to protect them.

Tommy is gentle. His size, stature, age, and blatant masculinity are all carefully considered when he engages with others. He knows when and how to soften his voice, to lower his shoulders, to make himself less intimidating, because he knows there are people who will make a snap decision about him based on how he presents. He knows exactly the image he projects, and he knows when it's safe to change that perception. He's thoughtful, again, of other people's comfort.

Tommy is selfish. He'll break his own heart now to spare himself the pain later. He's scared, because the life he's lived has taught him never to expect good things without the bad. He's a bitch, letting his face speak volumes even when he's completely silent. He's afraid of commitment. He desperately wants commitment. He's jealous. He's petty. He's lonely. He's alone, and doesn't want to be.

Tommy is so many things. He has experienced a hard life, but he hasn't let that life harden him. He puts his heart into everything he does, even though he guards it far more readily than Buck does. He values friendship, loyalty, and trust. He'll go to hell and back again, gladly, if it means protecting someone he cares about. He'll break the rules, the law, if it means someone he cares about can be saved.

He is a complicated, flawed, and deeply intriguing character. He is a study in contradiction. He is proof that anyone can change, if they just want to.

And none of this even touches on why I like him with Buck in particular, but that'll be another post, I think.

You might read all of this and ask yourself, where am I getting all of this? How can a character with only "ten minutes of screen time" provide this much? And to that, I would have to say, you haven't paid attention. He is a plot device, just as all characters are in a work of fiction, but his story is more than just his lines on screen. We met him first in the Begins episodes, where we watched as he evolved in the background. Sure, most people didn't pay attention then, either, but with his reintroduction, that evolution was cemented into canon.

What you need to understand, nonnie, is that a show like this is never going to hold your hand and tell you all of the character notes. They're shown to you, through character interactions and context clues. We know from Chimney Begins that Tommy and Chim became friends. We know from Hen Begins that Hen inspired Tommy. We know from Bobby Begins Again that Tommy made amends with both of them, and were friendly enough that they often went out drinking together after work. We know from Capsized that Tommy is still close enough with them both that Chimney still has Tommy's personal number, and that Hen still trusts him enough not to fight him even though he could blow the lid on her entire stealth attempt. We know from the rest of season seven and early season eight that Tommy desperately wants a family.

Everything that I've mentioned above is extrapolated from canon. Every character interaction, every line, every microexpression, every hint of body language, all of it. I analyse media for fun, and Tommy is by far one of my favourite characters to analyse.

That's why I like him. He's Tommy. It's really that simple.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Please do fratboy jae and the current boyfriend/girlfriend trend on tiktok 😭

Y’all… a trend has never been THIS requested LETS GET IT!

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"Hey guys, so there's this cute little market happening not too far from our university," you smile at your propped up phone, "there's so many vendors here. A lot of cute hand-made stuff and a lot of food."

Jaehyun nods along, not really listening to what you're saying but waiting for his cue. You continue, holding up the items you're holding, "I got a fresh squeezed strawberry lemonade for myelf and my current boyfriend and I will be sharing-"

"Current?!" Jaehyun repeats with his eyes wide, "don't like that!"

You continue speaking while looking at the camera, "my current boyfriend and I got-"

"What do you mean by that?" Jaehyun questions you, "end the video. I'm throwing away your damn cupcake. This is done."

He snatches the phone up and ends the video while you laugh.

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Jaehyun taps the screen and steps back as the recording starts, "fit check before frat spring formal. Whole fit is from Men's Warehouse. Ring is from my dad, this bracelet is from my mom, the necklace is from my current girlfriend-"

"Wrong!" you interrupt with a smile, strutting into the view of the camera and pushing his face away, "ex-girlfriend or wife, pick a new one if it's gonna change, dumbass."

"Anyway," you move on like nothing, "heels are from Macy's, dress is from Amazon, and the bag is from bestie's closet. This rings are from a cute little boutique pop up, earrings are from another boutique, and this stupid ass anklet with a J is from some kind of pizza joint or some other kind of vending machine. Really, it's trash, garbage."

"My wife is hangry, we gotta go," Jaehyun smiles awkwardly, gripping your waist as he shuffles you both forward to reach for his phone. The video ends with you smiling victoriously and Jaehyun pressing a kiss to your temple.

[kathleenkatmary]

I really think it depends on the situation. If there's already a conversation happening where people are disagreeing with each other and they're doing it respectfully, then yeah, I think it's okay to jump on in. If it's not being done respectfully then it's probably best to just not engage at all. And of course, if the OP has asked for opinions, or you know them to be someone who welcomes different opinion and enjoys engaging in discussion, that's fine.

But if none of those things are true... well, I think it still depends. If it's a pretty common opinion within fandom, I don't think there's anything wrong with going to your own blog and talking about what you think. But if it's one that's not particularly common where it would be pretty obvious who you were responding to, then it's probably best to just leave it alone. Unless their take is like, horribly offensive in a way that's bigoted or based in really hateful mindsets or something like that.

I do think, though, that if someone blatantly mistags something (like putting anti-ship posts in a ship's tag, or shippy posts in an anti-ship tag, stuff like that), then that person does kind of lose the right to being treated according to respectful fandom etiquette, and you'd be totally in the right to rip their garbage takes to shreds.

As far as whether to to use replies or reblogs... I have no idea. I've never really found there to be too much difference when it comes to this kind of thing. Replies are good for when you want to respond to something but you don't want the whole post blasted out for all of your followers. So I suppose if your mindset is something along the lines of "I want to respond but I don't want a bunch of other people on my side of the fandom seeing it so that it won't result in a dogpile". But I feel like if that's the thought process behind it then it probably is just best to not respond at all.

EDIT: I also think that it's really important to pay attention to how an OP has tagged something. If someone has been careful to tag things in a way that it was clearly only meant to be seen and engaged with by certain parts of the fandom, then I do think it's pretty shitty to respond to it. While I am generally of the mindset that if someone is putting something on social media they're putting it on a public forum and they shouldn't get upset if people reply in disagreement, I also think the whole point of careful tagging like that is to make it less public, and that should be respected. I do feel like it's worth taking the few extra seconds to go back to the original post to see how it's tagged before responding.

And in general I just have very little respect for the "well people are too sensitive these days and if they can't handle a little disagreement on an opinion they post then they're just too sensitive and trying to isolate themselves from any disagreement and that's just bad etc etc." Because we have no idea what's going on in anyone else's lives. What they do and how they act on tumblr is just a small part of who most people here are, and there's just no way to look at how they act on tumblr or engage with fandom and know anywhere close to enough about them to make those kinds of judgement. For all we know, that person might deal with disagreements and different opinions all day with grace and respect, and they like their fandom hobby to be the one place where they don't have to deal with that. There are all kinds of reasons that a person might not want to engage with different opinions when it comes to fandom, and in most cases you're probably never going to know enough about that person to know why, or to make some kind of "well they just can't handle anyone disagreeing with them so they shouldn't be posting online" assessment.

So many people act like this whole "people just can't handle others disagreeing with them" idea is like, THE big problem of fandom, or even just online discourse, but I think the biggest problem is how little respect people are willing to extend to others. People will come up with so many excuses to just not have to treat someone else with even just a little bit of respect, and to frame themselves as still being in the right.

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

[bananayuyu]

ateez members fav sex positions

pairing: ateez x f reader genre: smut, drabble

warnings: smut, MDNI, face sitting, throat fucking, rough and sweet stuff, size kink kinda with yunho (I can't not)

a/n: with bestie today so the thoughts are thoughting. not proofread so sorry for any mistakes <333 (also I know so many people have done this before but I just really wanted to make my own)

hongjoong - studio sex, cause a workaholic never wants to leave if he doesn't have to. he loves when you crawl under his desk, lazily mess with his thighs until he's rock hard and leaking, helping you pull down his shorts enough to pull his cock free. your warm mouth working him up and down while he works, that his favorite; he loves coming on your face too, and watching you desperately clean up before someone might possibly walk in on you

seonghwa - oral, especially in the comfort in your bed so he can grind against the mattress as he eats you out, savoring every bit of slick that falls from your cunt. it's not just the taste he loves, it's the way he's serving you and worshipping you, giving you the kind of pleasure you absolutely adore, his big eyes and black nest of hair sticking up between your legs and making your head spin as he hits the perfect spots on your clit, your climax hitting fast as it always does with him

yunho - anything honestly, just as long as he's hitting as deep as he possibly can. he likes bending you over, taking you from behind whenever he can, cause the angle is just so right, so deep. but he also loves spooning you, fucking you gently while he holds you against him, feeling how small you are compared to him, your soft whimpering moans muted by the pillow you're clinging to, his size never something you'll get used to

yeosang - cowgirl, facing forward so he can gaze up at you with heavy lidded eyes, so you know how good you're making him feel. he loves to let you take control, grinding your hips as fast or as slow as you like, and he takes whatever he can get from you, not wanting to do any of the work himself, wanting you to use him however you'd like to pleasure yourself

san - missionary, so he can see your beautiful face as he makes you come undone. it's the intimacy too, having your legs and arms wrapped around him as your foreheads touch, kissing and breathing and moaning in sync. he loves how you cling so severely to him as you're tipping over the edge, your head tipped back as unabashed moans float to his ears

mingi - reverse cowgirl or doggy, he just loves seeing your ass bounce against him, landing a slap on your ass when you grind down just right, or when you arch into his thrusts and drown him in pleasure. he loves to fuck hard, but really he's just a fiend for pleasure; if you give him what he wants and whisper sweet-nothings, he'll come in seconds

wooyoung - face sitting, so he can take in the sweet, tangy taste of you, his favorite taste in the fucking world. he loves when you sit facing his feet, grind against his nose, and touch him teasingly as he grows ever harder from the feeling of you bearing down on him and the slick covering his cheeks and chin. all it takes is a few solid strokes of his leaking cock for him to come all over your hand, your clit

jongho - throat fucking. he likes being in complete control, not just of your movements but also of your breath, pinching your nose if he wants to really test you while he roughly fucks into your throat, chasing his own high. he loves fucking you any way, but your tear filled eyes staring up at you as his cock fills your mouth is by far his favorite

[ggidolsmuts]

AirGnG - ITZY Yeji, Red Velvet Seulgi

"Ah this is a nice neighborhood!" Yeji exclaims.

"Yeah, quiet too. You should be able to go out and about without being disturbed," her manager says. "Here you go, behave and show up on time okay?"

"Yes I will, thank you unnie!" Her manager had helped her argue her case for staying by herself, giving both of them a little more freedom to enjoy the little European village near their filming site.

"You have my number, the international one?"

"Yes yes I do."

"Okay okay, I'll stop nagging, get comfortable."

"Thank you unnie, have a good night!" Yeji waves goodbye cheerily and pulls her luggage up to the apartment. She coos as the door swings open—it's cozy and lived in, warm colors, everything she pictured in her mind's eye. Yeji lugs her suitcase to the bedroom and begins unpacking, humming away happily. When she's done, Yeji kicks back on the couch and debates which restaurant she should try tonight. She's almost ready to go when there's a knock on the door, the owner maybe?

"Hello, thank you again for—"

"Yeji?"

"Seulgi unnie?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I could say the same for you!" The two of them hug first, but when Yeji sees Seulgi's luggage she really has to ask. "Why are you here?"

"I booked this place, I'm doing some filming in the area."

"Oh, me too, did they double book us?" The two of them sat down to call the owner.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Kang Seulgi, I arrived at my booking and there was already someone here."

"Really? That doesn't sound right, are you sure you have the right place?"

"Hello, this is Hwang Yeji, I booked with you too I believe, do you want me to call via the number I have?"

"No no, that won't be necessary, er... It looks like there's been a mistake."

"Yes, and what do you suggest?"

"I could, hmm, refund one of you, and you can get a hotel instead?"

"That'll be difficult I think—" Yeji starts.

"Unless you're willing to cover the cost of the hotel, not a chance on such short notice," Seulgi barks authoritatively.

"No hmm, that would be difficult yes. What if I gave you half-off on the stay and you share the place?"

"That might be—"

"No, 75% off for both of us, or I report you to the platform for fraud."

"Wait wait wait! No need to be hasty. 75% off is a lot though, I'd be making half the money off two people."

"You would be making all the money off one of us if you didn't double book us by 'mistake'." Seulgi's tone leaves no room on her opinion of their mistake.

"66% off?"

"75%."

"70%?"

"70%, and you cover all platform and cleaning fees."

"I— Fine, just please don't make a mess."

"No promises." Seulgi hangs up the phone before they get another word in. "Ugh, sorry, I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, I think so, we got the discount, and maybe I can find see if there's anything cheap and still save money—"

"No no, you're here first, I'll go find a place."

"No unnie!" Yeji's torn—naturally she wanted to stay here, it's so nice, but Seulgi's her unnie and her sunbae, surely she should let Seulgi stay here instead? "How about... We give it a try? Just stay here for a few days, and see if you're okay with it?"

"Are you sure, you'll be okay with that?"

"Yes! If you do find a good deal then let me know and I can move there instead."

"No no, if I find one I'll go, but thank you!" Seulgi grasps Yeji's hand warmly.

"O-Of course. I was going to get dinner, do you want to come along?"

"Sure, let me just unpack a little and we can go!" They enjoy a nice little dinner together, catching up and sharing the details of what they're here for. When they returned home though, it was time to have an awkward conversation.

"Sorry unnie, let me move my stuff and you can have the bedroom, I'll take the sofa."

"No no, let me take the couch!"

"I can't let you take the couch!" Yeji gasps, scandalized.

"Should we share then?" Seulgi suggests. "It's big enough for both of us."

"You want to do that?"

"I mean yeah, sure, I don't mind."

"I don't mind either."

"That's settled then, do you want the left side or right side?" Both of them settle in that night, facing away from each other to prevent any further awkwardness.

"Have a good night unnie."

"Good night Yeji."

The first few days are a little awkward, but as they spent more time together, Yeji and Seulgi grew closer, getting a little more comfortable with their intimate arrangement. They would explore the village together when there's a gap in their filming, hitting up the popular spots and taking pictures for each other. They'd greet each other warmly when either came back, and share the shots they took for their respective MVs.

"Ooh you look good here!"

"Thanks, I can't wait to see what you take today!"

"Thanks unnie!"

"One of the staff here recommended a nice wine cellar we could tour, do you want to come with me?"

"Oh really? Of course!"

"Great! Tomorrow? When do you finish filming tomorrow?"

"I think 5 pm? Let me check... Yes 5 pm."

"Okay, I'll book us for 6:30 then."

The next day Yeji's bouncing on her feet as she gets back early, 3:30 pm! She's humming to herself as she enters the apartment, wondering what Seulgi's up to. And then she hears it.

"Ahng..." A mewl, a moan, an un-idol like sound. The bedroom door is ajar, but there's no one in there? No, the sound comes from the bathroom, and Yeji doesn't need to see to know what's happening behind the closed door.

"Nngh, oh yes..." As Yeji gets closer she can hear the repeated rapid squelches, the solid slapping of Seulgi's hand between her legs filling Yeji's ears. Seulgi's moaning like no one's home, her voice wavering and quavering, modulated by the pleasure she feels, dampening and amplifying. Speaking of dampening, a rush of heat floods Yeji—she shouldn't be here, listening to this! Yet her feet refuse to move, her heart pounding as she listens to Seulgi reach a crescendo. The rhythmic sounds stop, a quick staccato of gasps and whimpers, and then Seulgi's deep breaths of air finally snap Yeji out of it: She needs to go, now.

Seulgi rush of dopamine is dashed against the sound she hears—the door closing? Was that— She quickly pulls on her pants and looks around.

"Yeji?" There's no answer. "Hello?" Nothing. Did she just mishear it? Seulgi looks around, making sure it wasn't a break-in either, and with frustratingly no closure she goes back to the bathroom to clean up. Right outside the apartment Yeji's heart is pounding after hearing Seulgi call her name. She squirms a little, trying to calm herself, willing the wetness between her legs to go away. She goes for a walk around the block, and then another, and then a third, before finally return back to the apartment.

"Seulgi unnie, I'm back early!" she announces herself loudly.

"Oh Yeji, you finished already?"

"Yes."

"Great, well, we have some time till the wine tour, so relax and we'll head out in a little bit."

"Sure, I'll go get changed." Yeji heads into the bedroom, taking off her soaked panties and wearing a new pair. With Seulgi not going anywhere, Yeji's not going to have any time to herself, so with a sigh she settles in the living room, whiling away time on her phone until it's time to go. The wine tour was good, but as far as Yeji's concerned, the most distracting thing was Seulgi becoming more and more clingy as she drank more wine, the tipsy and clumsy drunk in her revealing herself. She didn't really smell of alcohol, but Seulgi was very noticeably touching and holding herself close to Yeji, and Yeji could feel herself warming up with something more than wine.

"Ahh that was so good!" Seulgi sighs as she drags Yeji to the couch.

"Yeah it was good wine. Unnie!" Yeji gasps as Seulgi lies down on her lap, head nestled between her thighs.

"Just let me lie down for a while..." Seulgi mumbles, but her eyes snap open, nose crinkling as a scent washes over her. It was not unpleasant, familiar even, and it takes her alcohol-hampered mind a moment to process the scent molecules—arousal, Yeji's aroused, why? Her sluggish mind quickly switches into "sex" gear, and she puts two and two together.

"Yeji, your lipstick, it looks good on you, what brand is it?"

"Huh? I don't remember."

"Let me take a closer look." Seulgi sits up and scoots right up to Yeji, who freezes like a cat. She squeaks like a mouse as Seulgi holds her by the chin, coming ever closer.

"Really pretty."

"T-Thanks unnie." But Seulgi doesn't move away, her eyes still holding Yeji there even as her hand drops to Yeji's shoulder.

"I want to try it." Yeji's mind short-circuits as she feels Seulgi's lips pressed against hers, and the arousal she's been unable to release comes out as a moan when Seulgi sucks hard on her lower lip. "Tastes good, better than the wine."

"I- I, I..." Yeji's lying on the sofa, and Seulgi's on top of her, when did that happen?

"Yeji, what time did you get home today?"

"Hm? A-About 3:30 pm?"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That's not when I heard you come back." Seulgi presses her thigh up between Yeji's legs, and Seulgi nearly goes mad—Yeji's dripping hot on her skin. The thought of Yeji overhearing her earlier makes her even hotter under the collar, she had to know. "Did you hear me when you came back?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about unnie," Yeji denies, but her thighs spread just that little bit more, allowing Seulgi to press even harder against her.

"Did you listen to me fuck myself in the bathroom?"

"A little, maybe..." Yeji shudders as hands land on her waist and begin moving upwards, and she couldn't decide if she wanted the hands under or over her top. "I left as soon as I heard you."

"Liar." Seulgi squeezes a breast, pushing up the bra cup roughly and feeling Yeji's stiff nipple beneath. "I heard a door close after I finished, after I came so hard on my dildo. Did you hear me cum hard?" Yeji shudders as Seulgi palms her hard nipple, and only manages a nod.

"Bad naughty baby girl..." Yeji holds her breath as Seulgi slips a hand under her top, touching her midriff directly. "And you haven't had a chance to cum since then have you? I could smell you just now. Oh you don't get to blush now, not after you listened to me and liked it." The button on her jeans pops open with a deft touch. "I want to see you cum hard."

"I-I only listened—"

"You could've watched too," Seulgi whispers in her ear, and the moan Yeji lets out is divine when two fingers dip under her panties and push into her. Seulgi's not fucking around, and Yeji's jeans have squirmed halfway down her thighs as Seulgi continues to finger her. She pulls Yeji's top up, holding the hem to her mouth.

"Bite down." Obediently Yeji does so—she could use her hands to hold them up, but her mind's only working well enough to do what Seulgi says. It's okay though, as her hands are grabbing on to Seulgi when her unnie begins kissing all across her chest, her bra simply pushed away like her walls are being pushed open right now.

"You look so hot right now, no wonder you have so many fans." But no fan would get to see this—Yeji's back is arched, pushing her tits into Seulgi's face as the fingers inside her never stop moving. The fingers inside her are well-practiced, as if she knows Yeji's body better than she knows herself, and all of her reluctance crumbles as she gets close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming!"

"Cum hard for your unnie!" At Seulgi's insistence Yeji comes undone, the firm pressure of Seulgi's curled fingers causing Yeji to trap her arm there as she soaks her second set of underwear in slick. Yeji can only gurgle as Seulgi plays with her body through the orgasm—pinches and pulls of her nipples, a soft breath on her neck, the added pressing on her clit the worst and best of it all.

"Hnngh!" Yeji twists away from the stimulation, almost spraining Seulgi's wrist as she cums a second time in quick succession, riding it out by leaking all over her own thighs, drunk on pleasure instead of wine. "Unnie..."

"Yes?" Seulgi's already working on her own jeans, eager to have her own peak, but no.

"I'm sleepy..." Yeji sighs, and she's out like a light. With a frustrated sigh of her own Seulgi carries Yeji to the bedroom, dressing her best she can before falling asleep next to her, wholly unsatisfied.

"Hmmmm..." Yeji sighs happily—she just had the best night of sleep on this trip so far, and she stretches comfortably like a purring cat. That is, until she looks up at the ceiling and realizes where she is, and the events of last night come flooding back—kissing Seulgi, then feeling her hands all over her own body, and then... inside her?! She looks under the sheets, and she's wearing a tiny pair of shorts and no underwear. Oh no, did that really happen last night? She didn't even drink that much!

"Damn it!" she buries her face in her hands. What now? She looks at the empty space next to her, and on the other side she sees a red dildo peeking out of Seulgi's suitcase. She really shouldn't, but Yeji's curiosity got the better of her, and she opens the suitcase and gasps. The dildo is long, far longer than anything Yeji has at home or even seen.

How can it even fit in her? Yet as she looks at it more closely she sees the flanged middle of the toy, and dizzily she realizes what it is.

"It's meant for two people!" she whispers to herself.

"Yes it is." Yeji almost jumps out of her skin at Seulgi's words.

"U-Unnie! I didn't mean to—"

"I know." Seulgi takes it from the suitcase and holds it out in front of Yeji. "You can touch it, it has been washed thoroughly." Yeji grips it, feeling the toy's hardness when she squeezes it.

"About yesterday, did we..."

"Have sex? No not really, I got you off, but that's about it, you fell asleep right after."

"Oh, what about you—" Yeji looks down at the toy in her hand.

"No, I'll deal with it later." Seulgi doesn't tell Yeji that she was going to use the toy now, but Yeji had somehow denied her again by waking up. "I have to go."

"Unnie I—"

"We can talk later." Yeji's left dumbfounded by Seulgi's curtness, but as she watches Seulgi's hips sway out the door, a conviction sets in—she's going to need to have a talk with her unnie. And Yeji prefers her talks to be like her choreo, hard and fast.

That's why Seulgi's a little bewildered when she comes home to a saccharine Yeji, hugging her and welcoming her back, complete with coffee and pastries from the nearby cafe on the table. She's a little less bewildered when she feels Yeji's hands slipping down the back of her jeans, squeezing her butt.

"Yeji, what are you doing?"

"I wanted to make it up to you unnie."

"You don't have to, if you're worried about me talking about what happened when we go back to Korea. We were both a little drunk, things happened, and we can keep it to last night. You don't have to make it up to me or anything." Seulgi's only partially telling the truth—having Yeji so close to her is making her wet, and she would very much like Yeji to "make it up to her", but only for the right reasons.

"Are you sure?"

No, of course not! Seulgi wants to shout, but all she manages is a nod. Yeji doesn't take her chance to leave though, no, she gets even closer, and a wild thought runs through Seulgi's mind—is Yeji the one trying to seduce her now?

"I think we should still have a talk though, right?" Yeji's whispering in her ear.

"We should, if you want."

"I do want." Seulgi's knees go weak when Yeji confirms that she is doing this for the 28 best reasons, her tongue grazing Seulgi's ear. "I like to let my tongue do the talking."

In a matter of seconds Seulgi's on the bed, delicious thighs wrapped around Yeji's head as the younger idol gives her unnie the tongue lashing of a lifetime for being so curt with her earlier that day. The only apology that Seulgi can offer is a liquid one, her juices spilling freely into Yeji's waiting mouth as all the frustration from last night leaks away.

"Right there, right there!" she whines as Yeji licks circles around her clit before giving it a mischievous kiss. "H-How are you so good?"

"I could say the same thing, your fingers were magical."

"I guess all that tutting training helped me," Seulgi jokes glibly.

"I bet, lots of experience. Would you remind me of last night, my memory's a little hazy, drunk too much I think." Yeji's already kicking off her underwear, and Seulgi is never a selfish lover. "Ah..." This time Yeji takes off her clothes, leaving her completely naked as she's fingered by Seulgi.

"God so hot..."

"I want to see you too, unnie." Seulgi ignores the fact that her clothes are going to be stained with Yeji's juices and pulls off her own outfit with slick-covered hands before letting Yeji strip the rest. They end up head to toe from one another, and with her head dizzy from feeling Yeji's tongue back on her slit Seulgi brings her fingers to Yeji's pussy. Finally the two of them are pleasuring each other together, doing what they're best at with fingers and tongues.

"U-Unnie!" Yeji squeals when Seulgi curls her fingers, allowing Yeji to remember the buzzing pleasure she felt last night. She can't make much sound though as Seulgi's thighs close around her head for a second time, and Seulgi's hips buck forcefully into Yeji's mouth.

"Oh— Mmf, fuck!" Seulgi's the one who can exclaim as she cums, but that's quickly scuppered as she sputters from Yeji squirting hard, fluids going from one orgasming hole to another. Yeji's moaning into Seulgi's pussy, thighs trapping her there so that the only thing she can do is shake and vibrate between Seulgi's legs. By the time both of them are done it's hard to say who had the worst of it—Seulgi coughing and spitting, her jaw slick and shiny, or Yeji red-faced and gasping for air, a shiny face mask splattered all over her courtesy of Seulgi. They laugh shyly at each other as they clean up, and with finally all of their makeup gone, there's no holding back from what they're both wanting.

"Show me how to use the dildo unnie." Yeji grabs the hard red toy, handing it over to Seulgi.

"Okay, I'll put it in you first." Yeji groans as she feels herself get slowly stuffed, watching the "hilt" of the toy get closer and closer to her, before stopping a little bit short.

"D-Deeper, please. Please unnie." Upon hearing her needy, hungry, vulnerable tone Seulgi's so tempted to just shove the last inch, no, the whole damn thing into Yeji, but she resists her own temptations, knowing what would give both of them a good time.

"Soon." She holds the dildo, fingers almost touching Yeji, and with practiced motions she eases herself on to it. Seulgi lifts her legs over Yeji's spread thighs, and quickly she's closing the distance to Yeji. "Now you can use your hand—" She grips the toy, pushing it deeper into Yeji.

"Unnie!" Yeji gasps at the deep reach of the toy, and when Seulgi pulls the dildo back Yeji can see her own slick on the dildo, staining her unnie's possession.

"Or you can push yourself on to it." Seulgi bucks her hips, and Yeji's eyes are wide open as she watches Seulgi take it to the hilt smoothly. "Hnngh fuck that's good." The next time she does it, Seulgi does it with such force that she's pushing Yeji's side of the dildo and making her moan.

"Ahh! F-Fuck me unnie, fuck me!" Seulgi grabs the dildo and begins tugging it back and forth, fucking herself and Yeji at the same time. But it's harder than doing it alone—Seulgi can feel the resistance when she tries to push it into Yeji, her loud moans giving Seulgi a very good idea of just how tight Yeji is.

"Use your hips, push it against me!" Yeji's glassy eyes watch the hypnotic waist movements of her unnie before copying them, moaning and realizing just how good it feels. The two of them ride the dildo together, trying to get themselves off and getting each other off in the process. Seulgi's wordlessly moaning now, chasing her own peak—normally she would have a hand on the toy, shoving it into herself like Yeji overheard in the bathroom; This time it's not needed though, as the sight in front of her is more than enough stimulation—Yeji's lithe body undulating, eyes closed in concentrated pleasure and mouth hanging open in slack bliss. Seulgi can feel Yeji's skin against her own, their thighs rubbing against one another as both of them squirm and buck.

At some point Yeji's arms buckle, and she's lying on the bed, squirming and gasping as she tries to get herself where she needs to go. Her hands go to her pussy and—

"Ohhh YES!" Seulgi is treated to the sight of Yeji's chest rising suddenly as she cums, groaning and moaning as she rubs her clit furiously, drenching the dildo in her juices. 

"Nngh oh god Yeji!" The sight is enough to push, pull, and drag Seulgi over the edge all at the same time, and with an undignified groan she's staining Yeji with her slick of her own, hilting herself as deep as she can on the dildo and clenching around it as the orgasm violently takes her. The two women thrash and twitch and tremble on the bed as they sweat and squirt and leak all over it.

With some difficulty Seulgi manages to untangle herself from Yeji and remove the dildo from both of them, and Yeji manages to drag herself towards Seulgi, leaning into her unnie's embrace.

"That was hot," Yeji whispers. "We won't be able to do this in Korea, would we unnie?"

"Most likely not, too many eyes on us there."

"We should make the most of our time here then, right?"

"Yeah— Yeji?" Seulgi gasps as she feels Yeji's warm breath on her chest, and moving lower.

"I'm hungry."

They truly make the most of their time left in Europe, and by the end of their trip there isn't a surface or wall that Seulgi hasn't pushed Yeji against and fingered, and there isn't a floor tile in the apartment that Yeji hasn't dropped to her knees and eaten Seulgi out on. The apartment reeks of sex, and the bed is completely ruined by their mixed fluids, all because the owner got greedy and double booked them. They spend their last night together, legs criss-crossed, the dildo buried to the hilt in both of them, close as close can be. Yeji has her arms flung around Seulgi's neck, whimpering and whining as her clit is thumbed and rubbed.

"Unnie, unnie!" Yeji's crying out as she cums, and Seulgi's moaning softly with her—Yeji's walls grip the toy hard, making it vibrate inside Seulgi as well while she rides out her own orgasm. It starts as a rumble, and Seulgi feels herself getting to the edge too—she just needed to wait for Yeji to finish her off.

"I'm yours..." Seulgi is not left waiting for long, and the rumble becomes an avalanche when she hears those words. She's pushing against the dildo hard, imagining herself driving hard into Yeji.

"S-Say it again Yeji."

"I'm yours." Yeji moves off the toy, and grabbing it firmly she shoves it into Seulgi, over and over. "I want to make you feel good too Seulgi unnie."

"You are, you are!" Yeji winces as her neck gets marked by Seulgi, a passionate bruise that she'll need to cover up before flying back. Seulgi cums with a muffled cry as she pushes against Yeji's thrusts, and she doesn't stop there.

"Yeji don't stop, keep going, keep making me cum!" The squelches keep getting louder and louder as Yeji pushes the toy through Seulgi's clenching walls, watching her abandon all reason and hump Yeji's hand until her abs can't stop twitching and Yeji's arm is cramping up. Everything is sticky and shiny from Seulgi's multiple peaks, and as she watches Yeji clean it all up with her mouth—dildo, fingers, and Seulgi herself, she can't help but think.

This can't be the last time we do this.

"Seulgi unnie!" Back in Korea Yeji greets her unnie with a bow and a big hug.

"Oh Yeji, it's good to see you!"

"I was wondering if you could film a challenge with me?"

"Of course!" Under the eyes of their watchful managers they dutifully finish filming dance challenges for each of their songs, and as the managers start to depart ahead of them, Seulgi pulls Yeji in for a goodbye hug.

"Yeji, I started a beginner course for martial arts, and I was wondering if you wanted to try it with me sometime?"

"Martial arts?" Yeji wonders aloud, and Seulgi needs to only whisper one word in her ear.

"Nunchucks."

"Count me in."

A/N: Kinda a parallel piece to the AirBnB one, the dynamics here didn't quite fit what I was going for in that story, so I kept most of the setup and just changed up the smut. I know some prefer F/F over M/F, so maybe this is more enjoyable for some lol, either way thanks for reading!

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 16. Anger is powerful

PREV PART BAD ENDING 0.16 trigger warnings: (past) violence, (past, kinda) medical + physical + emotional neglect, DRUGGING SIDE EFFECTS, anger, you planning, tell me if I missed any!   main m.list      series m.list    bad ending m.list

You feel off, something is wrong. Your body feels sluggish, your movements slow and everything feels like it’s going slow motion.

Then your friends run in, and by everything that’s holy, they are covered in blood. “No,” you gasp out as you rush to their side, checking them all over. Jesus, Willow has a head injury that’s bleeding too much. Bleeding too quickly for you to notice your co-workers rushing towards you with a first aid kit. Until you see them open it.

You step back and Anisha, a coworker that used to be a doctor in a different country, got to work on her head. “You check over the boy,” she tells you. “I’ll take care of this baby alright?”

You nod and you turn to Francis as if you are in a trance. “Are you alright?” you ask him, grabbing his arms gently as if to ground yourself, as if to tell yourself that he isn’t hurt. He didn’t have any visible injuries, but bruises are ready to form. And you know those bruises, those bruises were done by Jason. “What did Jason do to you?!”

Francis eyes shot up to yours, his breath hitching. It was clear he’s surprised you knew right away, he’s surprised at how angry you sound. You sound like you are ready to burn the world, to burn Jason in anyway you could. “Jason and Dick took us to an alleyway, they threatened us. They told us that we should stay away from you.”

You tense up, something Francis hated. Tensing up always gave you more pain, and pain made it difficult to think straight. Especially with anger, the more pain you have the easier you fly off the handle. “I’m going to kill the motherfuckers,” you hiss as you stand up in anger, but your body freezes and suddenly you drop on the ground. Something that confuses you, something that told Francis to not let you return home alone tonight. “what’s Willow’s status?”

“She needs a hospital,” Anisha says, her eyes focused on Willow ensuring her health. “I’ve already called an ambulance.”

“Shit,” Francis curses, their family cannot afford to pay for an ambulance trip and treatment.

“I’ll pay,” you say instantly, sure your trust fund doesn’t have a lot in it but you have your savings. And you are not letting your friends family go basically bankrupt for something your family did. “I’m going to kill those-!”

Francis engulfs you in a hug, he never hugs you. Hell, he basically doesn’t let anyone touch him unless it’s for play fighting or actual fighting. “Please don’t go anywhere,” he whispers. “I don’t trust them, I don’t want them to be around you.”

You hug him back gently, he’s right.

You are too weak, too angry to confront them. You can fuck them up in another way. Fuck plan B, plan C or plan D. Your file won’t just be for you, no it will be for them as well. You need to ask mama Angelica if you can stay with her for a while, because right now your money is going to ruining the Wayne family.

“Don’t worry,” you tell him, your tone as cold as ice. Squeezing him as you feel him tremble.. “I’ll fix everything and none of you will get hurt in the cross fire.”

But first you need to find out what the fuck is going with your body

NEXT PART this is a short chapter, mainly because I wanted something out of my brain and to start the bad ending. The good ending will be shorter then the bad ending! if you want to be tagged for the bad ending you can do so on the masterlist or chapters. THE MAIN STORY's TAGLIST IS CLOSED.

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[crowyaoi]

Ok, so I spent a little time deobfuscating and I realized there are a number of optimizations that can be made.

The first assumption we can make is that this is in Python. Other languages that look similar include GDScript, of Godot engine, which I believe there is a similar meme for. However, if I remember correctly, GDScript wants you to use let to declare variables. I see no signs of this, and with the first two lines, we can see that there isn't space for it given the symbols represented in the last line. Also, it uses print and pyperclip, so more evidence it's not GDScript. We can also know this isn't Python 2, given that print is called as a function and not a keyword. Therefore, this is Python 3 code.

The code "deobfuscates" to something like this (hidden behind read more):

Oh, and to get around indentation issues, I use carets. :)

q = int(input(r.t())) w = input(r.y())

def func(a,b): > c = "" > if a == 2: >> for i in b: >>> c = c + j[i] >> return c > elif a == 1: >> o = x.p(j) >> for i in b: >>> c = c + o[i] >> return c

print(r.u()) pyperclip.copy(func(q,w)) ------

I can't easily tell what r is, or what j is. I would assume that x.p is some function that deterministically operates on j, for this to be a program that does something useful.

In the function, we can assume that a is an integer (either 1 or 2) and w is something that returns an integer when indexed. Options for this could be either a string, array, or dictionary among base types, so we're a little stuck.

However, we have a direct use case for this function in the code! Because input() always returns a string, we can assume b is a string.

We can go even further, though. Because c is a string, we know that j[i] and o[i] must both be strings for any valid [i], which could be a character or a string. This means that x.p shouldn't change the type of what it returns and instead maps it to something else.

Since index takes a string as a prompt before what the user writes, we can assume that r.t, r.y, and r.u are strings meant for formatting the terminal.

Lastly, pyperclip.copy() ONLY functions on strings according to the documentation. This means that func MUST return a string.

Let's lay out what we know so far. I'm going to use haskell type declarations because I'm haskell brainrotted but it should make some sense. If it doesn't, I'd be more than happy to explain my logic. ----- c :: String func :: int -> string -> string x.p :: ((__index__ -> string -> string) a) => a -> a r.t, r.y, r.u :: -> String j :: (__index__ -> string -> string) -----

With this, we can make some more assumptions, if this code is reasonably formatted. r implements attributes for which t, y, and u all return functions returning strings with no arguments. We can assume this is done using a class of some sort, given how the code doesn't use some available options.

Again making assumptions based upon the skill of the programmer, we can assume that j MUST be a dictionary mapping singleton strings (read as: characters) to other strings, not necessarily singleton.

I have in my code not made the most readable form, but in the most compact form. This functions identically to our above code by utilizing a number of other packages which let us compact our code and do other "fun stuff with it". Here it is:

------ import operator import functools

flag: int = int(input(r.t())) user_str: string = input(r.y())

def func(swtch: int, text: string) -> string: > if swtch == 1: >> return functools.reduce(operator.__add__, map((x.p(j)).__index__, text), "") > if swtch == 2: >> return functools.reduce(operator.__add__, map(j.__index__, text), "")

print(r.u()) pyperclip.copy(func(flag, user_str)) -----

By utilizing guarantees from functools, we can start to make some guesses. Here I will go into my own theories as to the purpose of this code.

j should be some translation dictionary, like the sort used in <string>.translate(), except with actual text instead of character codes. I completely understand the choice behind this because I dislike using numbers for characters as well, even though it should support any valid string character. It does run into the issue of "what if the character isn't a valid key", so for better support you would probably do something like modified_j = {ord(k):ord(v) for k,v in j.items()} then remap into character for the operation performed with x.p.

Now, let's look at what j could be. j would necessarily need to map every character that the user inputs into another character. This could in theory be something like a Ceasar Cipher, but I would argue this is unlikely due to the inability to configure the "cipher" for 26 combinations. It's possible that j is still some cipher, and x.p() replaces it, but I would think that it's more likely that an entirely new dictionary would be used for it, rather than having to invert the translation dictionary (which isn't even guaranteed to be possible, due to possible key collision). Plus, given the skill level of the user, I would doubt they have written something to invert a dictionary. Even if it is from an outside source, I doubt said source includes such a method to invert a dictionary due to the stated problems.

I find there to be one probable conclusion: the program is an uwu-ifier.

this is my favorite coding meme because i know coding and hebrew and. 1. how do you not know about english coding and 2. thats not fuckign hebrew

[grotesquevi]

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ GONNA TAKE MY TIME. I HAVE ALL THE TIME ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ IN THE WORLD, ‎‎‎‎‎TO MAKE YOU MINE. ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎

cw  # 18+ minors and cis-men do not interact, filth based on two nonnie requests that had me combusting, dom!camgirl-reader + sub!ellie, mutual masturbation, spit, fucking machine, reader is kinda rough and mean, mocking, degradation, slight spanks, finger fucking, use of toys (duh) tons of dirty talk, i may be forgetting things but nothing extremely weird. mutuals look away.

side note  # first of all, i'm sorry. depeche mode's ultra cd makes me do stuff. crazy nonnies you have done it- i don't know if you guys are the same person, but you both fought this war with a sword and no shield, so this 3.3k word-nasty-piece of work? all yours. i must say i changed a few things like, there's no stream in the end but home-made porn? i've fallen for the sub!ellie propaganda and i'm rotting in the pits of hell with your ideas, do i care? no, i'm living for it, hope you enjoy too x // check out the fic directory!!

"i think you're doing it wrong," cocky bitch. you're mocking at her, teasing her choices while looking at her comfortably seated on the other side of the kitchen island — "there's also sugar and lemon in a mojito, baby. not just rum, mint and sparkling water."

baby.

the word sticks with ellie for a while as her cheeks gain a subtle shade of pink in response and she has to look at the drink she's re-making for the fourth time already trying to somehow make a half-decent mojito for you: it's never too late to know about her awful bartending skills.

"that's why it's not working out, love" you say again, holding the laugh in—. "you're missing the main ingredients."

"oh that makes sense," man. it's adorable. you find it adorable when you're invading her space as you stand behind her: are you drunk? is that it? ellie's been making you try drink after drink even when you scrunch your nose in disgust and laugh it out trying to be nice about the bad taste: it's neither too strong, too sweet or too minty "should i do it again?"

"yeah, you should" you breathe out making her feel your warm breath against her naked shoulder, and for a moment, ellie struggles to concentrate when your hand finds her waist, cold-silver rings that makes her shiver for a moment, "i'll be here to help you out with your poor sense of proportions."

"so you're a professional now huh?" she's been standing down the barrel of a gun for a while. playing this game she's sure is going to get her burnt without any control of it. "okay then. help me out."

it's almost an invitation. a dare cause you've been acting up like nothing happened already a week ago, like she didn't saw you on a live stream, like you didn't asked her to come over after being friends online for like a month or two cause you live in the same city she does.

friends is an understatement surely — but how do you call the girl ellie's been masturbating to the last six months? how do you explain the insane amount of tokens she had to spend because she needed to get your attention to herself at least for a breach of seconds? that's not how you treat a friend.

things got messy when you begged her for a video call. and now that she's looking back at it while her hands work on auto-pilot, ellie should've know that the thin line of just talking was going to be fuzzy as ever.

what was she thinking about when she talked to you for the first time? that she would have it under control? it seems inevitable when ellie's sliding in your dm's like she already belonged in your life from the beginning. flirty texts, some deep conversations and all suddenly? you're giving her your personal number, video-chatting almost every day until last week when your face's popping up on her phone after a rough session of exercise, and it's all the combination to be a massive disaster.

the adrenaline rush hits hard, cause you got ellie staring at the sweat that comes down your neck, clearing her throat like she just smoked the whole pack of cigs still guarded on her black jacket — she's saying something about your hair looking good, you're blatantly flirting back, showing her your cute attire for working out before a comment about your tits fucking slips from her mouth and that's all it fucking takes. all. it. fucking. takes.

"masturbate with me on a live stream," you're the first one to surrender when things got heated, pouting for her delight as you stare at your phone screen — "don't show your face if it makes you uncomfortable, it's just- god. such a good fucking view everybody needs to see what i'm claiming f'me, ells."

so her words stumble upon each other in search of an answer, twisted fantasies since she's damn weak at this point, begging to get all of you as she's changing her video-call to her laptop, making sure you're watching when she's unbuckling the belt around her blue jeans, letting it hang between her legs as own hand slides under the white tank top — "c'mon quick before i regret it, don't be greedy. let your horny fans know who you're touching yourself to."

no. ellie's not used to it. maybe that's why she's face red when you're live streaming the whole thing, when you're putting up a show for her and suddenly she's feeling no damn shame in touching herself from over her already wet underwear, rough voice as she encourages you to masturbate too, she don't care if she's being seen by what? 12k? 15k people? let the fucking tips keep coming.

"the lemon, ellie" you're biting on her shoulder as she lets out a moan in response, dragged again back to reality. fuck — did she just got hit by a sex memory? "what was that huh? you zoomed out."

"just thinking," she replies already embarrassed. being this close to you, having your teeth biting on her skin and leaving a damn mark: she brought this upon herself.

"what are you thinking of?" you curiously ask, chin resting against her shoulder before your hand find hers, directing her to take the lemon from the fruit basket "something nice?"

"yeah" something she forgets about it seems when her ass is pressing against your front and now she gets why ghost was such a big deal in the 90's "yeah it was nice."

now, to say the truth, ellie's been out in the blue for a while cause no, she never met you in real life before. yes, you live in her city, yes, you video-chat every day or so, but when you disappear after that until damn saturday night she doesn't really know what to do exactly.

"i miss you" you texted hours before the encounter — "you live too far from my place?"

it does not matter that in reality, it's a 45-minute-drive. ellie's there anyway. the sound of the vinyl constantly spinning on the turntable spiraling like she does when you're dictating her movements, and fuck's sake it's so damn hot it should be a crime cause there's nothing sexual about it, but your hand covers her when you're using the knife to cut the lemon in a half, and your fingers blend with hers as they squeeze the lemon right over the mojito, making the juice coat your fingers, go down ellie's arm and before she can think about it, she's looking at you from over her shoulder with glassy eyes, half-lidded and that smile that just screams fucking-shatter-me.

"i'm gonna kiss you now" you reply like a fair warning, falling for the erotic sight of her needy state "can i kiss you?"

so it's an sloppy kiss when ellie's able to nod, saliva blends on itself, teeth, desperation and need, makes the girl want it all to herself. you hold her jaw tightly, making her stay in the same spot, contorted and kissing you back like it's a religious experience that gets her closer to a divine force.

your fingers smell like lemon and the mojito seems long forgotten when your hand slide down the tank top she's wearing and ellie's letting you take control — shit. she fucking wants you to take control. she knew you would do her no good when she first talked to you already, know that you're dangerous and a hazard to her well-being when you're pushing the door of your bedroom among an explosion of words that make her blood boil.

"do you have any idea of much i've been thinking about you?" you ask, but ellie's already chaotic when her top's already falling to the floor "how much i missed you the last days i've been without you? fucking hell, i tried so hard to avoid it, ellie. it's simply not fair."

"no it isn't" she agrees with you, cause it's not. cause she cannot possibly be silent about it when you're touching her, impossible to have a little self-respect when she's letting you have it, a need that goes beyond from what your hands are able to grab and feel, "god- it fucking isn't."

it's better than any fantasy ellie had before, and the greater power in the universe knows how much she's been craving this, how long she's been acting up like a damn freak: avoiding her friends cause she wants to hear your voice, entire days with the damn sounds of your moans etched on her skin, marked like a tattoo among the moth in her arm — it's better than whatever dream she's been having lately when your mouth closes on the valley of her chest, making her skin shiver cause she can physically see the traces of saliva in her skin like a trophy, the tug on her underwear when you're biting on the fabric since it only getting in the damn way. annoying you.

it goes through her soul much like the devastating shred of the guitar who's capable of trespassing her entirely. you're so in control. so damn aware of yourself when ellie's already lost in this hazy cloud of lust, always in control and pulling her back to reality.

"shit you're so needy," you breathe out as she's blushing, the speckled freckles coming in contrast with the red that pops on her face — "i'm gonna take my time with you until you have no idea on where you end, and i begin to exist."

how does simple words can turn her on to this point of no return? the tone you use to admit, out loud, how willing you are to devastate her? must have know it when the most slutty moans escape from her parted lips: fucking tease. that's what you are when your fingers slide from under her classic jeans, when you notice how her underwear sticks sinfully to the outlines of her pussy just by touching, drenched, sticky, it already covers your hand by the slightest stroke.

"can i record this?" she can tell you're wrecked too, impatient by the unevenness of your voice. "for us. don't care about the site-"

"yes-" she's gonna turn fucking purple at some point when she's repeating it multiple times, already shaking her head in approval "yes please, record it- send me a copy- just fucking do it."

"you're such a whore" you pant, and before ellie can say anything, you're taking her phone to open up the camera icon and point the lenses back to her face "what was that? say it again."

"please" it makes ellie's cunt clench in response while your lips curve in a smile, pleased as you're using just a slight amount of force to push her right over the edge of your mattress — "please record it, send me a copy m'am. please."

"begging so quick already huh?" placing yourself between her parted legs, ellie's hand roam against your sides before you're making her look up, pulling on her hair to oblige her to stare at your eyes "beg so beautiful i might have to make you do it again."

your thumb trace the confines of her lips, cold skin before ellie's biting on the finger playfully — "please- i can't deal with any more teasing."

"okay then greedy. all fours then. i want you in all fours" you reply as the camera points at her, giving you the perfect look of ellie's face, how she seemed, for the first time, pleased to follow orders without putting up a fight. "leave the panties on."

and in the camera it looks so fucking hot you forget to keep her in the frame for a second, distracted cause your eyes scan the exposed skin; cause her body's like a halo that holds some sort of holiness when she's doing what you demanded: her cheek rests against your wrinkled duvet as her backside is up like a present ready to let you take whatever you want from her.

so you're grabbing her ass, squeezing the flesh in one hand as the other seemed to remember it's job while recording, giving a good image of your viewer's body as the lenses catch every detail you're missing out as a victim of the adrenaline.

"you're always this good at submitting? or is it me who's having the pleasure of seeing this?" you question, but at this point ellie cannot find the words to say something about how she's not submitting, even when in reality the spank you gave her makes her body go stiff for a moment, an involuntary gasp leaving her parted mouth in response. she has no face to lie to you. "talk to me, dummy. or have you forgotten how to speak properly?"

"uh please," she whines "don't do this to me."

"poor baby," you pout for a moment before a smirk pulls the corners of your lips back up — "can't handle a little teasing? really are an impatient little slut."

ellie's hand grip the covers beneath her when you're finally taking care of the ache she's so bad to control in between her legs, when you mumble something about her underwear sticking to her folds like glue, the white cotton already dampened as it reveals the pink color you're quick to stare at as your fingers slide right in the middle: sticky, coats your hand like its meant to land on it, makes you follow like the moth is drawn to the fire.

"breathe," you instruct when the camera points to ellie's cunt. grimy and so good as the video catches on the transparent strands of her arousal connected to your palm, how ellie's hips move ever so slightly in search for more friction, anything at all when your fingers perpetuate the torture in keeping her hanging on a thread "you'll thank me for this. i need you loose for the fucking machine."

she would like to investigate further, ask what-the-fuck you're talking about, but the only thing that comes out of her mouth when your fingers slide filling her drenched cunt, is a loud whine that puts her damn right under your control. roughly biting on her lips to somehow stiffen the sounds of how pathetic she already is under your hands, how her hips unbuckle on her own to follow the length of your digits splitting her open.

"oh fuck-" you moan slowly falling to pieces, sounds so damn inviting at this point—. "fuck you're so tight- so warm."

"more," there's a lewd sound that your fingers make when there're sinking in deeper inside her pussy and withdrawal almost entirely before slamming back in, in her moans and incoherent words to make you go faster, take more from what ellie's already presenting to you. "more, more- more."

it makes you laugh, and ellie's face already too red to keep on blushing as you mock her words — "more, more more. is it the only word you fucking know?"

she asked for it now that she's seeing the video back in your phone with you already invading her space. soft, lazy kisses against the crook of her neck. takes it like a champ when ellie can hear the mechanic sounds filling the air, irrupting the silence and her needy moans as you position the machine right next your waist, roughly moving her where you needed her to be.

"you look so fucking hot," ellie hears as she stares at the screen, blushing again like she's not already embarrassed from her previous behavior recorded on camera "do me a favor and spread yourself out, need to see your pretty hole."

she's quick to spread her ass-cheeks for you without a second thought, making you gather a good quantity of spit on your mouth to toss against her already abused opening, lubricating the entrance.

her moans drive you crazy, how could they not? ellie tries to muffle them but failing miserably before the tip of the silicone dildo kisses her entrance, using your free hand to guide her movements and push her against the fucking machine as the toy's already moving at a constant pace.

"make room for my cock," your hand slides down her spine, following the bones of ellie's column. the phone still points to her cunt greedily swallowing the blue color until it disappears inside. makes you dizzy at the sight—. "such a good girl taking my cock."

"s'too big, ah-too much" ellie whines, pressing her cheek against the mattress as you keep the pace of the machine in the slower level, making her gasp when you're the one with enough force to move her hips against the machine for her. "mff-good fuck."

"yeah baby, that's right keep talking to me" you encourage her as your fingers slowly make the machine go faster than before — "keep telling me how good my cock's making you feel. i'm all ears."

"stretching me out s'good" she's able to say as her brain's already combusting by itself. the mechanic sounds mixing already with her drenched cunt as the phone keeps recording right against ellie's entrance, giving you a hella good view when you're able to see the white-creamy-traces of her cunt already coating the dildo "ah-you're making me feel so full."

so as she rewatches the video recorded on her own phone, she's aware of the debased stated you reduced her. how saliva's coming down her parted lips to coat the bed you sleep in every day, glassy eyes already in the verge of tears cause the pleasure's so intense ellie could cry from the stimulation she has never felt before.

it's a bomb ticking her way back to zero. your fingers play with all the levels of the machine and ellie can see that you're enjoying it too, the red imprint of your hand on her ass, the way you're pushing her face against the mattress to have her arching her back in a better angle, to allow the dildo in reaching deeper levels even when her legs shake struggling to hold her own weight.

"shh, don't whine" you say on top of her when your fingers thread against ellie's hair, pulling it roughly. "don't whine, you asked for more remember? be a good fucking slut and take it good. you're there already."

damn right she is. she wants to be good for you. please you even when the machine's so fucking loud she cannot hear her own thoughts, when her brain's malfunctioning and its fucking leaking through her ear into your sheets — you're pushing her against the dildo, impaling her balls-deep in the silicone you keep calling your cock, and suddenly her vision's fading to black, blinded momentarily since she dissolves into lust and becomes one with the pleasure, you fucking win.

it's not a competition, it's not a game anymore. not when you're switching your attitude so fast got her confused for a second when all the roughness dissipates and you're pressing soft kisses against her back as she's coming down from her high — "you okay there, beautiful? was i too rough on you?"

"fuck- i think i need a moment to breathe- hold up a second."

the video comes to an end seconds after, but its there on ellie's memory like a poor movie with bad camera anglings. you're helping to lay in bed after, praising how she's basking under the glimmer of sex, placing soft kisses in the red marks you leave on her skin like a permanent reminder.

so ellie stays that night, cause you were right when you said it before.

you took your time with her until she has no damn idea anymore. until you make her torn cause even when she's looking at the video with you sleeping on her side all over again, she still have no idea on where you ended, and she begins to exist.

man. ellie knew it was no good.

[littlelovelunette]

So i have an ask abt sevika but what if it had edging but it lasted an entire day full of teasing and stuff and at the end was like super rough and crazy if that makes any sense

All Day

—Dom!Sevika x Edging!Reader

Overstimulation, edging, fingering, strap, daddy kink, kitchen sex, control kink, fucking over a table, slapping/spanking, drooling, temperature play if you squint, Sevika is a big meanie, slight somno, cnc, Reader doesn't have not one orgasm :(

★ It was a Sunday, you couldn't blame Sevika for having sex on her mind the entire day— After all the woman barely did get a break from her duties as Silco's right-hand woman. You both had been fucking like rabbits on the Saturday night and your pussy was over sensitive and sore. You begged her to stop but she didn't until she had you cum for the eighth time that night.

During the early morning, you were deep asleep but when you felt her strap slipping back into your folds, you roused. Groggily, you tossed your head to the side. "Daddy, no..." You said in a faint voice.

Your hands wrapped up around Sevika's neck, bringing her close for a very sloppy and sleepy kiss. "You like it deep, hmm?"

She rubbed her nose against your skin making you giggle. You let out a broken moan as your legs wrapped around her waist, clit throbbing as you started grinding against her strap. "Daddy, I'm sore," you complained making Sevika smirk slightly, "Can't cum," you whimpered.

"Then you won't cum," Sevika said, grinding the strap against your g-spot making your nails scratch down her back, "Hold it, love," she kissed your forehead and slammed the strap inside your pussy again.

"D-daddy?!—" you screamed out, eyes wide.

★ That morning, you didn't cum. Not once. As you made breakfast, you were almost falling asleep. The spatula in your loose grip almost slipping away as you gazed, with groggy, blurry eyes, at the stove.

"Hi, baby," Sevika nuzzled her face into your neck, arms snaking around you from behind.

Her mechanical hand whirred faintly making you gain even the slightest bit of consciousness. You flipped the pancakes onto the plate and gasped when Sevika's flesh fingers rubbed against your clit over the thin fabric of your panties, her pelvis pressed up against your butt.

"I'm sore," you whined out making Sevika chuckled and shake her head.

"Mhm? I'm nowhere near done with you." Sevika grabbed you by the waist and easily propped you into the marble top of the kitchen island, you giggled sleepily.

"The pancakes..." You mumbled.

"They'll be fine," Sevika turned the stove off and ran her calloused hand over your thigh, "Spread for me, mamas."

★ Sevika's fingers roughly pumped into your pussy making you groan and grab the nearby cabinet to ground yourself.

"S-so much," you whimpered and clenched onto her fingers.

Her thick fingers stretched your tight, sore pussy out deliciously and your clit throbbed. The squelching sounds sounded out in the kitchen making you whimper louder than before, embarrassment clouding your brain as your sharp nails left marks all over Sevika's flesh arm.

"I need you, I need you," you moaned like a mantra, grinding against her fingers trying to make her digits brush against your g-spot.

"I need you badly."

"You need me where, baby?" Sevika asked in a low, raspy voice.

"I need you to stretch my filthy cunt out, please," you threw your head back, "I need your strap, fuck!—" a high pitched gasp cut your own words out, "I'm cumming, please!"

Sevika took her fingers out before you could reach your high making you whine loudly, thighs trembling from need.

You pouted. "Daddy, wh-why?"

★ "I really can't take more," you whispered when Sevika bent you over the coffee table, her flesh hand groping your ass in a perverted manner.

You gasped and let your face rest against the glass table, shivering from the way your nipples rubbed against the cold glass. Sevika didn't relent, her strap lining against your pussy before it sunk inside, burying itself upto the hilt.

"Fuck, doll," Sevika slapped your ass, "Keep gettin' tighter for me," she set out a mildly fast pace.

"Sev, I'm falling apart," you moaned between the thrusts, drool running down your chin as your breasts squished against the coffee table.

"I can't hear you," Sevika said, slapping your ass again, "Louder!"

"Daddy!" You screamed out, "I'm sorry, daddy! I'm falling apart!"

"Good girl," Sevika grunted and moved faster, thick strap stretching your pussy out for the millionth time but everytime she did, she fucked you like there was no tomorrow, and you feared you might be a virgin again.

Your back arched, drool dripped down onto the table as she slapped your ass again, angry red handprint appearing where she continued spanking you. A territorial claim. Marked by her.

"What's my name?" Sevika asked, mechanical hand grabbing your hip in a bruising manner.

"Daddy!" You babbled.

"I can't hear you." Sevika taunted, harsh slap landing on your ass cheek, causing it to jiggle as you whimpered on. She was testing you, and you knew it.

"Daddy— oh! Oh, my goodness!—" Sevika's flesh fingers pinched your nipple.

"Louder!" Sevika barked, her thrusts so harsh, you swore you felt the bulge in your tummy.

"DADDY!" You screamed so loud your throat hurt but Sevika didn't stop even then, two more harsh thrusts before she pulled it out right before your sweet release.

She grinned victoriously.

"Meanie..." You sunk down to your knees, hands still grabbing the edges of the table. You were shaking like a leaf, looking at Sevika with the most pity-worthy look ever. "I need to cum please..."

"You ain't cumming today," Sevika picked you up, laying you down on the table on your back, folding you. "You said you can't cum anymore, so you wont."