#cause god there is a loooot to say

[demodraws0606]

You know every once in a while I watch that q!BBH breakdown stream(s) and like...

Holy SHIT did we move on from this way too quickly, the acting is genuinely phenomenal.

cc!BBH needs an oscar for managing to like act out a person going insane for MULTIPLE hours, like how does one do that ??

[triplexdoublex]

Blowjob Week

Pairings: Jaden x Reader

Warnings/ tags: brief mention of period, blowjobs ,loooots of spit , praise, dirty talk, being walked in on , drunk roommate, gagging

A/N: I’m not even sure if people still do the sock on the door handle thing anymore to let their college roomie know to go away cuz sexual activity in taking place. But wanted to make sure yall got the reference.

You and Jaden are cuddling on the small sofa in his dorm room watching a romantic movie. His roommate is out for the night, the sock already on the door handle — juussst in case. Your head rests on his bare ink adorned chest, your body on top of his, your fingertips enjoying the texture of his buzzed pale pink hair. When things in the movie start heat up, so does Jaden— you can feel his grey sweatpants trying to tent underneath you.

“Jaden, are you really getting hard over this scene? It’s not even that explicit,” you tease.

“It’s not the scene itself that’s doing it, it’s me picturing myself doing that with you, but I know you’re on your period this week.”

“Baby, you know that just means it’s blow job week. I always take care of you.” You smirk getting off of him and kneeling in front of the couch.

“Darling, you don’t have to,” Jaden shifts his position on the couch to sit upright, and you instantly grip they waistband of his sweats. “That’s— That’s not why I said that .. just so you could —“

“I want to—-now lift,” you instruct.

“If you insist,” Jaden obliges with a smile, lifting his cute little ass up momentarily so you can pull his pants and boxers down. His hard dick springs free, audibly smacking against his abdomen.

The second his cock is fully housed in your warm wet mouth, he’s already making little whimpers. You love how receptive, appreciative, and vocal he is any time the two of you do anything sexual.

With your lips wrapped tightly around him you begin bobbing your head up and down the length of his shaft, paying extra attention to his sensitive bell shaped tip.

“Mmmm baby—Fuck! You always suck me so good,” he praises you, his voice soft and sensual as he looks down, sweeping your hair to one side. With your hair now out of the way you turn your head slightly to look up at him, causing his dick to prod against your cheek. “God, you look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth like that,” he rubs his hand in a circular motion over your bulging cheek and gives it a few firm, but gentle taps.

Turning your head back to its original orientation, you take him deep, letting him slip fully down your throat, and back up, over and over again. With spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, you pull off him for a breather, your hand replacing your mouth. You look up at him and smile, the perimeter of your mouth dripping with saliva.

“Mmmh so fucking hott!” He brings his hand to your mouth, smearing the wetness all over before shoving two fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he demands.” You do what you’re told, sucking on his fingers while you continue to work his cock with your hand. “Yeahh, good girl,” Jaden praises, slipping his saliva soaked fingers out of your mouth. “Now get back to sucking my dick,” Again you obey, lowering your head to his cock. Before you take him in your mouth, you suck on the insides of your cheeks, working up extra saliva. You let it spill from your lips down to his tip, and watch as it cascades over the head and down his shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah—spit on it! I fucking love that shit, the messier the better.”

You spit on it one more time before you finally wrap your lips around him and continue to suck him off. Suddenly the door to the dorm room flies open and his intoxicated roommate stumbles in.

“The fuck bro?!” Jaden shouts at him. “I know you saw the sock, don’t play like you didn’t!”

“She broke up with me….went to bar..,need to lay down,” his roommate says between gags.

“I don’t give a shit, go lay down in the hall until we’re done for all I care!” Jaden responds. “And take the trash can with you.”

His roommate stumbles back into the hallway with the small kitchen trash in hand and closes the door.

“I can’t believe you continued to suck me through all that, baby!” Jaden exclaims. “You’re so fucking dirty, and I love it!”

“Anything for you baby,” you pause to say, then quickly return to giving him head: up and down slurp after slurp until he says those three little words.

“I’m gonna cum”

His cock pulsates in your mouth, as his warm cum forcefully hits the back of your throat. A shiver goes through Jaden as you pull off him “whew, shit— that was good” he laughs.

“Thanks,” you smile, cracking a laugh while standing back up. “I try my best.” You give him a kiss. You love how he’s comfortable enough with himself to kiss you after he just came in your mouth. “Sooo should we check on your roommate now?”

“Oh shit I almost forgot!” He goes to the door and pulls it open, his roommate spilling into the dorm on his back . He must have been sitting against the door.

“That s-ssounded like it was good,” his roommate slurs, still on the floor looking up at Jaden.

“It was, now get up off the floor and get in bed, dumass.”

[anachrosims]

Talk of d*sphoria and gender identity and body types and self-image... and child abuse.

It took me decades (see also: until a few months ago) and actually living with my close trans friend to discover that what I feel sometimes when I want to rip off my physical attributes and Be Something Else is... dysphoria.

I don't think it's dysphoria of the gender variety, because I enjoy wearing femme clothes and masc ones. But I don't know.

I have a very weird body type. I literally have Big Bones but everything ELSE is too small, so, y'know, when I go to the doctor they have to get the This is For Children Size Doctor Tools out.

I've never been comfortable as strictly A Woman and I know I'm not A Man. I'm fine with she/her pronouns, I don't really care.

I don't know if what I'm feeling, have felt since literal childhood, is gender dysphoria... largely because I have a loooot of body shame. My mom used to drag me to JCPenny literally every Saturday for YEARS and force me to try on clothes for hours, to pose for her, in the dressing room mirror. It was always the dressing room for handicapped folks, because it was larger and it meant she could sit down and lord over me like some fucked up wicked bitch queen. She'd critique how I walked, how I stood, how my body moved and was shaped.

I was twelve when I finally was able to start saying, "hey, I have a lot of homework this weekend" and eventually put a stop to that weekly nightmare. Can you imagine a parent doing that to you from age 4 to 12, almost every Saturday? God only knows how I didn't end up stabbing that bitch to death during my parents' divorce when I was 16, but I came very, very close.

I hate how I'm heavy. I hate how my joints creak. I hate that I have glaucoma and arthritis at 34, and that I have a cyst in my uterus wall that they'll have to remove eventually, and it causes me pain every fucking day.

I want to not feel disgusting and adverse to physical contact. I am so, so, achingly touch-starved. I want to hug people without being disgusted by my own breasts, or worried that no one will ever call me beautiful/gorgeous without me having to prompt it out of them.

I don't know why I'm posting about this. I don't know what I'm supposed to be, or who. I don't really care, though, except that I just want to find a version of me who is healthy and happy with the meat prison she never asked for.

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● can't fight this feeling pt 7 ● s. harrington

warning

the smallest hint of bisexual Tommy and his unrequited crush on Steve causing him to be an asshole, rumors / bullying / other high school pettiness + an ex boyfriend from reader's old school that's an asshole popping up here and there, mentions of alcohol/smoking/weed -at some point this is a high school romance thing so there will be no parents parties/ underage drinking, etc.., the stress and tension of senior year, strong hints of virgin!reader who dresses a little provocatively, absentee parents, loooots of affection / kissing + body fluids in the form of saliva, eventual filth -we're getting there.

<- reader / you are female with female parts + a certain look (example) and personality (rich, kind of sweet/innocent, outspoken, very flirtatious with Steve, etc). this is self indulgent and therefore, more personalized to the things writer wanted to have in the fic. DLDR.

word count

1528 exactly. for any missing context, part 6 <- is there.

summary

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

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Billy’s glaring a hole through Steve as he spots you both make your way into the crowded hallway. Nicole nudges him and laughs. “He’s gotta be with her because she’s easy. I mean, that has to be it.”

“Did anybody ask you to talk, Nicole?” Billy gives her a calm warning glare. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know she looks easy. And she’s a bimbo. Total bimbo. Somebody asked her what the opposite to a dominant trait was in class the other  day.. Do you know what her answer was, Billy?”

Billy rolls his eyes and Nicole smirks. “Submissive. It’s recessive, even I know that.”

“Aw, somebody’s just jealous her spot as Hawkins resident airhead is under attack.” Carol speaks up, laughing when Nicole pouts and flips her off. Carol rolls her eyes at the way you and Steve are in your own little world, his hands all over you in the middle of the hallway with no shame or care as to who might see. “She’s just gonna be another Nancy and I feel so bad for him, I really do.”

“But you’re gonna leave ‘em alone.” Tommy speaks up. “Let ‘em self-destruct because sooner or later, Harrington is gonna cling to her a little too much and she’ll be done. Dude is pathetic like that.” 

Deep down, Tommy knows the actual reason he’s even bothered by Steve finding a new girlfriend but he’s not in a position to say it. So he keeps it buried deep down. Because nobody can ever find out his little secret. Why he misses his former best friend so much that it honestly hurts sometimes and has made him even angrier and much harder to be around as of late.

“You’re not wrong. He’s  always been so needy.”

Nancy, who happens to be standing nearby, waiting on Jonathan at his locker, she’s heard enough. She’s sick and tired of hearing it, honestly. She clears her throat.

“You’re the one who broke him badly enough he had to resort to sluts.” Carol snaps at Nancy and Nancy rolls her eyes. “You’re such a bitch. You know that, right? If he’s really your friend, you’d be happy for him. Not demanding he give up someone who makes him happy because she doesn’t fit your uptight little aesthetic.”

“You’re really calling me uptight?”

“If the shoe fits, Carol.”

“He was our friend first. Not your boyfriend. You barely bothered to get to know him.”

Nancy throws up her hands,exasperated. “All I’m saying is if any of you try to mess this up for him, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He deserves something good, alright? He needs this.”

“How do you know? And why do you care, more importantly?” “Because unlike any of you, I do care about him. I just couldn’t love him the way he wanted me to. She seems to. He deserves that.”

“Are you done lecturing us yet, you mousy little priss?”

Billy’s tuned out the argument as it’s happening. Instead, he’s glaring at Steve angrily. Wondering what the hell Steve Harrington has that he doesn’t. Angry with himself because he wants you so bad he can taste it. Bitter because you couldn’t make it any more clearer that you couldn’t want him less if you tried.

“Sooner or later, they’ll break up. I’ll go for it.” Billy decides, smirking to himself.

–

" Nailed her yet, Harrington?"

Tommy's question has Steve stepping up into him and going for the front of Tommy's shirt. "What did you say about her, Hagan?"

Tommy chuckles, flashing a smirk. "You heard me."

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

The coach blows his whistle and the two step away from each other, Steve is glaring at Tommy and Tommy laughs, "Pathetic, Harrington. You're pathetic."

Steve gives Tommy a little shove. "The only pathetic person I see right now is you."

–

By lunch, everyone is talking. Everyone has an opinion, like always. You're a little worried that being forced to hear everyone's opinion will make Steve change his mind. You're a little nervous as you make your way out into the hall. 

Because it wouldn’t be the first time that every dumb thing anyone had to say about you got to a boy you’re interested in. Or people you wanted to be friends with. You’re just hoping to hell it doesn’t happen as fast as you’re afraid it will.

As you step into the hallway, strong arms circle your waist and you’re laughing the second you’re hauled up over Steve’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re gonna get in trouble, Steve.”

“Honestly, I don’t care.” Steve places you back on your own feet and you lean in against him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. You feel the tension in your body melt away and you melt into him, gazing up. Biting your lip. Quiet and contemplative because there aren’t any words to describe what you’re feeling.

“I heard you get sent out into the hallway earlier, princess.” Steve’s gazing at you and he chuckles. “The walls in these classrooms are paper thin.”

You shrug. “Carol started it. What surprised me was that Nancy got involved?”

“What surprises me even more is Nancy Wheeler is taking Home Ec. She always used to say it was a waste of time.”

You shrug. “She’s not too bad, I guess. I’ve gotta work with her to establish a family budget and meal plan.”

Steve chuckles. “You do, huh?”

“Mhm. Told her to leave it to me, she could do the actual presentation of it.”

Steve pulls you into his side and drops a lazy kiss against the top of your head. The sugary scent of your favorite perfume fills his nose and he can just feel himself relaxing.

“Why’d you get sent out?”

“Well, when Carol told me you were only trying to find a rebound, I told her she was jealous she wasn’t it.. Among other things.”

Steve swears under his breath. “I’m sick of her shit.”

“It’s okay, Steve.. It’s.. Not really a big deal? I mean,” you point to your outfit of the day and laugh softly, “I don’t blame people for their own stupidity but I’m also not gonna change myself either. You learn to get a thicker skin, baby.”

“You shouldn’t have to though. She should learn t’ keep her mouth shut. Tommy too, for that matter.” Steve chuckles but you gaze at him in concern. “What’d he say?”

“Just that I’m clingy, pathetic and sooner or later, you’re going to get tired of it.” Steve shrugs as if it’s nothing and it doesn’t bother him but honestly, he’s been worried about that all morning. You’re glaring in Tommy and Billy’s direction. Billy licks his lips at you and you grimace even further into Steve’s side. “He’s so fucking disgusting, ugh.”

Steve locks eyes with Billy and Billy gives him a rude glare. Steve slips an arm around your body as the two of you walk past them in the hallway. But Tommy calls out his name.

“Steve..” you warn.

Steve looks back. “What, asshole? What now?”

Tommy shrugs and then laughs and Steve flips him off. “Keep it up, Hagan.”

“Steve, c’mon. Neither of them are even worth the energy. And I’m starvingggg.” you melt into him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want food.”

Steve chuckles. Focusing his attention back to you. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s go. You’re right, princess. They’re not worth the energy.”

As the two of you walk away, Billy speaks up, nodding to Steve’s retreating back. “He’ll fuck it up. Then she’s mine, man.”

“Oh you think so, Hargrove?” Tommy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.

“I know so, Hagan. I have a plan. All I need is patience. Then when the time is right.. I swoop in and save the day. But this year is endin with her on my arm.”

“But why though? You know what Landon said about her. Do you really wanna go from girls throwing their panties at you to dating one exclusively that doesn’t put out? What’s the point?”

Billy grabs Tommy’s collar. “I want what I want. Why I want it is none of your business. We clear, Hagan?”

Tommy glares at Billy and shoves him back. “Crystal, asshole. We’re crystal clear. So uh.. What’s this plan?”

“Just wait and let Steve’s doubts and shit get the best of him. It’ll happen, guy is that weak.”

“And then?” Tommy asks, a brow raised.

“Then I move in.. start playing her shoulder to cry on.. That sensitive nice guy bullshit. It’s worked before, Hagan.” Billy shrugs and laughs. “C’mon.”

[moonjxsung]

Can I join the group therapy 🥲 I’m gonna tell strangers on the internet about something none of my friends know lol

My first ever relationship was when I was 15 and we were together only for a year because his mom hated me because my family wasn’t rich (his family had a loooot of money and she basically thought I wasn’t worthy of dating him) and my own mom started hating him too cause she thought he was like his mom. So basically we had to sneak around to date. His mom was a realtor and we’d sneak into houses she was selling and jump the fence just to hang out and skip school to be together (we were stupid) and we were so in love it was disgusting and that’s all my friends know so they always say our relationship could be a book or a teenage movie BUT

What they don’t know is that I found out I was pregnant just before I turned 16 but I ended up losing the baby. His mom called me that day and said she was glad that happened lol 🙃 then he ghosted me until I gave up waiting for him. Years later, he followed me on Instagram and apologized and said losing the baby was traumatic to him etc etc but he never even asked ME how I felt about it. Anyway. Tragic shit.

Relationships are hard, stick to fiction.

~🌷~

Oh my god???? Bestie :( I literally teared up reading this I am so so so sorry :( I hope you’re doing better these days, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me I know it’s not easy being so vulnerable (especially with strangers online !!) I can’t believe his mom would say that my jaw literally dropped HOW can you as a woman say something like that to someone….. and it’s SO like a man to make something like that all about themselves. Apologies from them don’t even mean shit to me anymore I’m like you’re probably just sick of the fact that it eats away at your mind that you’re a shitty human being !!! I’m not one to forgive easily at all and I really don’t think I could after all that… :( May you find all the comfort in fictional men and pretending to date ur kpop idols fr, it’s like one big group hug in here 🫂🫶💓 I love you always and I hope you’re okay. Please know my inbox is ALWAYS open if you need to vent or talk!! Sending you all the love in the world my lovely tulip anon you deserve everything and more ☹️💞🌙

[cinnaminsvga]

zee exclamations anon here!!! thoughts on min yoongi recently? how’s your emotional relationship with the memory of such an icon of your youth? also how do you feel about the little guy lately? as an artist, does he linger still as a muse? as a person, is he a vase of love still? i was just listening to time adventure from the adventure time soundtrack, and this line “will happen, happening, happened, and we will happen, again and again, cause you and i will always be back then” made me think that past is eternal, and love that once were will forever be when it was, so, it made me think of how in young forever they say “as today’s me, i want this moment to be eternal, i want to be young forever” and how yoongi now says “i want to grow up together” and how it seems it’s different but i think is the same. cause you and i will always be back then. we will grow up together, cause we are already together, cause we were together, so we are young forever. i think hope is just a loooot of love. or i think thats what it costs. like in that paramore song 26 “reality will break your heart, survival will not be the hardest part, it’s keeping all your hopes alive, all the rest of you has died, so let it break your heart” i think youth is so hopeful, and its hard to maintain that much hope as you grow up. it’s hard to see things as you once did, or feel em as you did, cause your heart breaks and things happen. so “i want to be young forever” is just so beautiful, cause its aware of how precious all of it is in that unique moment as everything is, and longs to keep it forever that way, and yet, “i want to grow up together” is the most hopeful thing to say. we’ll happen, happening, happened. some things must change to remain the same. it seems unforgiving when a good thing ends, but you and i will always be back then. growing up is an act of hope. love is eternal. the song ends with “you and i will always be best friends”. so how do you feel it zee?

im gonna be honest anon the way i just went slackjawwed when i saw this in my inbox HAHAH love u and ur little song references its like getting a personalized web weave in my inbox so thank u

hnngnghhg ive actually been rewatching some of his suchwita eps because i miss the little guy... it also massively sucks that he isnt gonna be Around for a bit, but cmon i just wanna see his bald ass head... just give me some excitement in my life... yoongi save me

and yea ofc he lingers as a muse to me... he's literally my ideal type HAHAH its kinda hard not to reference him in anything i write. even writing for other fandoms, i cant help but yoongify them somehow... i just love men who love softly but care so deeply. and yeah perhaps i have yoongi on a pedestal inside my brain and yeah maybe the version i have of him in my head isnt quite accurate but like... ITS HARD!!! NOT TO LOVE THE LITTLE GUY!!! AUGHHGDHG HES MY BEST FRIEND but not like /parasocial more like "hes my childhood imaginary friend that held my hand on the first day of school" sorta thing. he's a part of me, whether anyone likes it or not!!! like a parasite but its kinda awesome even though i think he wants to kill me sometimes. we could be like venom or something (idk never watched the movie).

kinda like how every interest ive ever had in my life kinda never leaves,,, it waxes and wanes but like at the end of the day, a lot of the stuff ive grown to love and maybe forgotten still keep a place in my heart. yoongi is my youth, and i choose to live youthfully for a long time. like ive said before, youth and love and all those sorts of things... its a lifestyle. time destroys so many things but those two stand against its claws. IT IS WHAT IT IS!!! BUT BY GOD, LETS HOLD HANDS WHILE WE'RE AT IT!!! anyway love u anon

[kandiiibun]

Cabinetkillerz was my abuser, my harasser and spent years stalking me, allowing their fans to doxx people and going out calling any person who stands up to their abuse an alt account of mine especially the trans ones they specifically targeted while getting mad while claiming she was the one being discriminated against. Sorry hun but I can’t make 500+ accounts it’s almost like getting mass backlash is what you wanted for others buuuut then it backfired and you can’t handle your own medicine and god I love to see it

While I’m at it I recommend checking out or talking to @lurklucky on Instagram about how they where doxxed.

The short of it is that Amy is a trans woman from Ireland who I barley knew, she made fanart for me once and as a result cabinetkillerz got her little minions to harass and call her an alt of mine saying that it’s actually me “pretending to be a trans woman” (keep a heads up this was after I was doxxed the first time and people had told CK already but they cared more about 80s aesthetics than the safety of another human being)

To prove that amy and I where the same person they doxxed her but oh no?! The addresses and codes are different? Their claims has been debunked. But they still fucking posted it, isn’t that pathetic

No I am not claiming caninetkillerz doxxed us but it was definitely a follower of theirs or possibly a friend they talked about CK and where kissing their feet a loooot, People where telling CK saying how this drama had gone too far, how I was hospitalized due to the stress and doxxed (I’ve had lasting heart issues since before that stress can set it off) but as a response cabinetkillerz posted about how I was lying when the proof is literally on my Instagram. Not quitting and not calling out their fans abuse was not okay while caninetkillerz didn’t doxx us knowing they lack the knowledge to do that but they did cause it so personally I believe that makes you just as bad as the person who doxxed but that’s just my opinion for once

What a spoilt bratty disgusting human being that only thinks about themselves and their own feelings

[musashi]

im here to essentially second the "its mostly projection" anon re why people are Like This to you.

most people on this website just really fucking hate themselves. You're the only person ive seen on this website afair that doesnt. i think a lot of these people see "oh autistic mentally ill queer person! we must be the same!" and then treat you the way they desperately wish someone would treat them, or the way they treat their friends, who may prefer things that way.

i think the assumption that everyone on tumblr hates themselves really hits whenever you talk about how people perceive you especially. a lot pf people on tumblr would see someone saying "people dont really find me attractive" and interpret it as "/I/ dont find me attractive and my ridiculously low self esteem means i assume all people feel the same way.

i also rather doubt that any of these people actually read your carrd unfortunately. they see what they perceive as someone in distress and in need of comfort and rush right in to "reassure" you. carrds are also one of the hip things to make fun of right now, the assumption may be made that its mostly unimportant stuff about like fandom bullshit.

I think also the fact that you are in fandom makes people think you're like a teenager. a loooot of people, especially actual teens, see fandom as something for "young people" and surely a tax paying adult wouldnt be writing fanfic? a lot of antis will tell older adults who dont buy into their bullshit to "go do your taxes" or "shouldnt you be taking care of your kids" and shit like that

finally, talking about like otherkin stuff, or really just being otherkin is seen as juvenile as well, especially by non kinfolk. i think a lot of people see it as sort of an extension of "playing pretend", rather than the legitimate spiritual belief that it can be

so yeah essentially people are projecting and or see that you do a lot of things they feel are childish or whatever and thats why theyre like that. i dont think theres much you can really do about that unfortunately, short of maybe changing the ask box prompt to like "i am an adult who pays taxes" or something

one small thing that might possibly help is changing your icon? it's ridiculous that people think this way, but from what i can tell, a lot of people see "cartoon character on a pride flag" as a juvenile trait, something only teens really do. whether they know your actual age or not, they could subconsciously assume you are a child essentially.

this is all so valuable information thank you for sending it holy shit.

to be honest. i forgot. that people in the current climate view ANY of these things as immature. i am so steeped in my own reality full of adults who collect toys and write fanfiction that i wholly forgot that there are swaths of the world who view those as hobbies for teenagers and kids. like that thought did not even occur to me. every single adult or friend i have in my life is in fandom in some way fsdgsfd

i really am sympathetic to people with low self esteem who need support but i just wish they wouldn't project onto me. i have my doubts and problems sure but they are not something i listen to, and when they are fixable i simply fix them. i wish people would understand that my peace in life comes from a conscious effort and dedication to loving myself and being happy. there is no secret caveat, there is nothing deeper than that. once upon a time i was miserable. it sucked. so i took the steps to change it, and i will do that forever, as things shift and change. end of statement.

you're right, there's really nothing to be done about this. prompting my ask box is a good idea though, that might get some people to stop. i can't change my icon cause i match with jessica :3 and honestly as much as i'd love folks to leave me alone, pride flag icons are too cute to pass up.

thanks again this is all good food for thought

[for the love of god someone please tell me why everyone treats me like an uwu soft baby who needs protecting/support]

[dumbassdep]

24,25 and E please

Tyty ❤️ I'm still away on my trip and this is very good late night hotel room thinking ☺️

24: Is sex something that they're comfortable speaking about? To whom?

This is fun cause absolutely no and absolutely yes. 😂 She's very comfortable discussing what she wants and needs and what's happening in their bedroom with her partner but with anyone else? Noooooooope. There's a scene that I haven't written yet but is fully formed in my mind with Joseph kindly(?) confronting Melody about her relationship with John after it's no longer a secret and she is MORTIFIED at how casual he is about it all. With friends she'd be blushy and a bit uncomfortable. Not something she'd bring up.

25: What are their thoughts on marriage?

Melody is not sure marriage is for her. If her partner was keen she would marry them because she's not opposed to it but she's never thought the big ceremony and floofy dress are necessary for happiness. She grew up bisexual in a not at all accepting Christian family and figured if she fell in love with a woman and couldn't marry them why would she accept it with a man? This was long... But if she were asked she'd say yes but she doesn't daydream about it.

E: Are they someone you'd get along with? Would they get along with you?

I find myself saying this a loooot so sorry for the repetition but Melody started as a self insert with none of the self awareness to know she was making dumbass decisions. Hence Deputy Dumbass. I think I would like her in an "oh my god you make awful choices but I get it but no please stop." I don't know if she'd get along with me. I am bad at hiding my "oh god not again" face and she hasn't got much patience.

[lacroixqueen]

you make me feel like a fool waiting for you (sevika x reader, 18+)

Summary: reader catches feelings for sevika when she visits her at the brothel. sevika takes advantage of this (lol), and teases you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: sevika x reader

Tags: cuddling, jealousy, possessiveness, banter, heavy fluff, light smut, A LOOOOT of teasing

Author's Note: sorry I have not written anything in a hot second but please enjoy this random fluff haha. i'm trying to work on some AU fics too, so those should also be out soon-ish.

Sevika knew you caught feelings for her the first night you two hooked up.

She loved how attracted you were to her. How your fingertips so desperately searched and scanned her entire body when she allowed you to. Gliding over her muscular arms, her abs, her shoulders.

How you ground yourself against her lap when she let you sit on top of it. How you moaned her name so desperately whenever she did absolutely anything to you.

She knew you became addicted to her physicality like a drug the moment she laid her hands on you.

But most importantly, she noticed how curious you were about her. How you asked some of the most trivial questions. How you wanted to know just about everything regarding her life.

What surprised her the most was when you asked her to cuddle when she let you finish. It was not something she was very used to, especially to a frequenter at the Gardens. Normally, she would fuck the living daylight out of whoever was available at the time and then just be done with it. She was a busy lady, after all. But something about you made her want to stay for a touch longer.

“Hold me,” you would say, pouting and squatting on the leather couch. “Please.”

It gave her some level of satisfaction. That just her sheer presence could make you weak at your knees, and cause you to melt right into her. She liked it when you gripped onto her arm when she draped it over your waist and pulled you tight against her chest. It made her feel like you needed her.

Cuddling with Sevika was your favorite part. When you rested your head against her chest and listened to her slow, steady heartbeat, it felt like nothing bad could ever happen to you. Not the unpredictable bustle of the Lanes, the chaos of the undercity, or the simmering war with Piltover. Absolutely nothing.

For Sevika, it was almost like a form of entertainment. Because this was something she was not used to at all, she paid attention to your every action. How you curled up even harder against her if she pulled her body slightly away. How you asked her to just hug you a bit tighter when she lightened her grip by just a little bit. God, you were so fucking pathetic. And she loved every single second of it.

Sevika particularly liked to untangle herself from you a lot earlier than your comfort.

“Okay, doll..” she would mutter gently. “I have to go now.”

You would whine, and beg for her to just stay a bit longer. She would try so hard to hide her smirk. She loved watching you squirm for her. She liked looking into your eyes and seeing how the light would fade away when you realized she couldn’t stay with you forever. It was like a high she could only get in that specific moment.

“Please, Sevika..” you would cry, tugging at her wrist as she stood up and shrugged on her cloak. “I-I don’t want you to go..”

She would turn around, tilting up your chin with her index finger, and gently rub the fullest part of your lip. Your stomach would do somersaults, secretly wishing she would push her thumb into your mouth right then and there. “I’ll see you next week, Y/N.”

It was pretty clear her decision was final.

You would still pout and throw a silent tantrum. But it was no use. Eventually, you capitulated. “Okay..”

“That’s my good girl,” she would smile arrogantly after placing your payment onto the coffee table. And just like that, she would leave. Like it was so easy for her. She didn’t miss you or need you at all.

And that killed you on the inside.

You would spend the entire rest of the week, counting down the days for Sevika to come back.

No one else made you feel the way she did. Every other client was the same.

Old, out of shape, frustrated, and… dishonest. They would lie to you and say you were “the best girl they ever had”. They would hand out fake niceties by complimenting your makeup, or your lingerie, or your hair, and then proceed to fuck you until they finished.

Your pleasure was never a variable in their equation.

But Sevika loved pushing you so close to your limit that your legs would start shaking and you would be crying for her to let you finish. She wanted to hear you ask for it. Beg for it.

She was the reason why you would stay up all night, tossing and turning, gazing wistfully out your window and wondering exactly what she was up to.

The days went by, and before you knew it, the week was already over. Babette called you downstairs for a “regular customer”.

You were so happy, a wave of excitement washing over your body while you got dolled up in your favorite outfit and prettiest makeup. You wanted to look good for her.

When you arrived at the main parlor of the Gardens, your face dropped when you saw the client was just another scrawny drunkard from The Last Drop wanting to get off.

He pulled you onto his lap, giving you slimy kisses all over your neck and running his hands up and down the curve of your waist. He had the bitter scent of beer on his breath. You rolled your eyes, just wanting to get this over with.

And then you saw her. You caught a glimpse of the edges of her red cloak as she floated down the hallway into another room. One of your coworkers was holding onto her arm, giggling at something funny she said, probably.

Your heart sank into your stomach the moment your mind fitted the pieces of the puzzles together.

Why would she request another girl who wasn’t you? She promised she would see you today. It just wasn’t fair.

You tried to conceal your tears from the customer, who obviously was too engrossed in his sloppy kissing to notice. He proceeded to dig his hands into your lingerie until you decided to stand up, pulling yourself away from his grimy grasp.

“I-I have to go..” you stammered, folding your arms across your chest. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Aw man..” the customer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, clearly very disheveled. “Well can you at least ask that Yordle lady to set me up with someone else?”

Before he could finish his sentence, you were already out the door.

You quickly maneuvered your way to the front entrance of the Gardens and stood at the front of the building, folding your hands over each other and taking a deep breath of fresh air.

It was beginning to get cold, so you quickly rubbed the sides of your arms for warmth.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar low voice jolted you out of your mind’s ramblings.

Sevika walked outside and leaned against the wall next to you. Her face glowed orange as she lit up a cigarette in the evening darkness. She inhaled deeply, then unclasped her cloak to drape it over your shivering shoulders.

“Here. Take this.”

She was so goddamn frustrating sometimes. But you still accepted her offering.

“So now you decide to show up?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I was just teasing you, you know,” she sneered, stepping into your space and looming over you. “I like seeing you jealous over me.”

“Y-you’re unbelievable!” you spat back. “I’m not just some toy you can play around with whenever you feel like it. I’m going back inside, you-”

Sevika grabbed you by the arm, spinning you around and kissing you so hard you couldn’t even fight back. She pushed you against the wall, her large hands tangling into the messy locks of your hair.

“Is that better?” she would ask after breaking the kiss.

“I hate you,” you would say back, blushing furiously. And then she knew she won.

You hated that you gave yourself up so easily for her. But you also knew in the back of your mind that when it came to Sevika, you would always be fighting a losing battle.

[mistleaneous-chaos]

Elden Ring Spoilers

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Man looking back near the end of the game it becomes really apparent just how much the society needed to go down one way or another.

Like the Golden Order formed a society that not only survived by destroying all other religions and peoples in the Lands Between, but they also are literally so superstitious that they believed the best way to deal with Omens was just, putting em in the sewers.

And if you’re not rich? JUST CUT OFF THE HORNS, IT’LL EITHER KILL EM OR SCAR EM PERMANENTLY. And the fucked up part is some of them still worship the Gods, because you can SEE SOME sitting in front of statues in peace, like these fuckers must have so much internalized hatred it’s insane.

And by the way, the literal King and Queen, the Elden Lord and Goddess of the whole thing? They sent their OWN FUCKING CHILDREN DOWN THERE, AND THEIR CHILDREN ENDED UP ABSOLUTELY FUCKED UP BECAUSE OF IT. LIKE MOHG BECOMES OBSESSED WITH HIS OWN DYNASTY AND FUCKIN’ KIDNAPS HIS OWN HALF BROTHER AND DOES SOME CREEPY ASS SHIT

And then there’s Morgott who is the KING of both Leyndell and Internalized Hatred, because he literally does nothing to stop the Omenkillers or help out the Omens, as they’re all still stuck down there in a civilization built on the bodies of others the Order has condemned.

And I mean that LITERALLY. THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF DEAD FUCKIN BODIES BELOW THEM. THE MERCHANTS YOU MEET? THEIR ENTIRE PEOPLE WERE SENT TO THE SEWERS TO ROT BECAUSE THEY WERE JUST ACCUSED OF HERETICAL BELIEFS.

All of this is culminated in Cohryn, because in the end of his and Goldmasks side quest, he literally goes insane because he was so fucking indoctrinated by the Order and believed that it was “Perfect” calling Goldmask a madman just for wanting something else. This dude is standing in the remnants of his entire culture, as the tree burns to the fucking ground, and he just LAUGHS.

And then there’s Maliketh who fucked up and was forced to feed on Death for circumstances he failed to prevent. And I get Marika was probably angry but the fact is that forcing the one person who was on your side the entire time you were an Empyrean to consume Death is fucked up, still

All of this is exactly why it is so fucking satisfying watching people like Gideon and Radagon fall, because the 2 of them are some of the most egregious when it comes to this, with Gideon being so boot-licky that he abandons his ENTIRE GOAL JUST CUZ MARIKA SAID THEY NEED TO STRUGGLE. And Radagon fucking left his wife, bastardized the symbol of their communion into a symbol of the Order, and endlessly tries to fix the Elden Ring because of how much he wants to Order to remain in power.

In conclusion: FUCK THE GOLDEN ORDER AND FUCK THE PEOPLE IN IT. THEY’RE ALL FUCKERS SO DON’T FEEL BAD FOR ANYONE IN THE HIERARCHY (Except for Morgott he’s just got issues that were caused by his mother literally throwing him in the sewer while his brother got to be one of the most beloved people in history. I’d say the same for Mohg but he’s… got a loooot more issues)

[huenjin]

the devil’s tango.

summary — and when your demon boyfriend's best friends ruin your valentine's day plans with said demon boyfriend by lighting up a restaurant in flames, they make sure to apologise well. or, in which jisung, changbin and chan show you all the ways a devil can fuck a woman.

pairing — 3racha x reader

genre — smut | demons!au

ratings — 18+

word count — 14.4k words

warnings — mentions of flame, indications of objectification, mentions of themes of afterlife, heaven and hell | smut specifications under the cut

note — the way this was written only thanks to @chaangbin​ and her sprinto discord thing pwp and is totally inspired from this one nsfw asmr i chanced upon on reddit. happy reading and sinning, babes.

smut warnings —

i. groping, dirty talk, objectification, car sex, marking, slight temperature play, thigh riding, dirty talk, slight blood play (jisung gets a slight rush !!), grinding, fingering, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, vaginal stimulation, ruined orgasm;

ii. changbin calls you baby girl (!!), choking, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dumbification (changbin talks a loooot dirty, heads up !!) nipple play, breast play, pain kink, spitting, marking, so so so much marking omfg, intercrural sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex (better safe than anything else irl okay?), squirting, overstimulation, reader slips into subspace, changbin's kinda hard on the reader; chan bring you back from subspace because he's protective like that !!!

iii. tattooed!chan — chan has this huge dark feathered wing tattoo in his back omf and the reader has a tattoo kink, of sorts— dick piercing!chan, tongue piercing!chan, so !! much !! making !! out !!, calls you princess throughout the story because you are one, nipple play, breast play, daddy kink, grinding, spanking, pain kink, degradation (but chan like gives reader heads up in such a nice way because chan best boy !!), teasing cause chan won't give it to you just like that !!!, so much begging, pussy slapping, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!), bulge kink, creampie, slight after care.

Chan thinks Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme by the very commercial, capitalistic world. 

Not that his devilish self cared when he could have all the luxuries in the world in his hand by the very thought of it. Chan doesn't care even more because you, his girlfriend, loved Valentine's Day more than anything in this world, second only to your love for him. If anything, you loved Valentine's Day this much because of him.

And that is exactly why he is driving down the neat lane to this newly opened restaurant, right across the town, that you have been hyping up for months now. His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, shoes pressed flat against the gas as his other hand lies gently on your exposed thigh, thanks to your little black skirt riding up to his delight.

"Thank you for doing this," you mumble, your right hand shifting to place itself on top of his hand and grip at it softly. "You know, even after you hate all the couples out there, ever to exist."

Chan laughs, a hearty one in fact. His thumb rubs against the palmar side of your hand — one of the many affectionate things your devil does for you, albeit all the times he reminds you he is second to Lucifer himself.

"I don't hate them all." Lie. Chan knows that's an obvious lie and so do you. You click your tongue and your boyfriend bites his lower lip in a sheepish action, momentarily glancing at you before bringing his attention back on the road. "I like us. We make such a power couple. If anything, we should be the only couple to exist. Valentine's Day should exist for only one couple and that should be us."

Raising your eyebrows before letting it fall, face softening up instantly as you gaze at your boyfriend's side profile, you coo, "Aw. I see finally that there are things the devil too doesn't get at his will."

"You were one amongst them," Chan sniggers, his hand slowly trailing upwards as they shift from underneath your hand's grip. "But look where we are now."

Your breath hitches as his fingers slightly trace parallel lines as they move upwards and your eyelids flutter a bit. The pads of his fingers are hot against the coldness of your skin and the temperature difference is great enough to raise goosebumps on them.

"Chan." It's a whisper. Almost as if a great amount of determination is required for you to make this decision to turn him down. "You are driving. Plus, let's not ruin the night already. You've booked us a nice table in this amazing restaurant on this beautiful night."

"But I could make it even better." Chan licks his lower lip as he presses on the brakes, the heavy traffic stopping him from proceeding further. His hand is now completely underneath your skirt, short enough to his pleasure, fingers edging so close to your panties that your head involuntarily shifts back and your lips part.

You have been dating him for months now and every single time he touches you, you feel like a starved woman craving for every drop of his affection, desiring every part of him. Chan has been more than willing to comply, however. Your body reacts to his touches and his kisses like you are on heat and every time your boyfriend points it out, you blame it on his extraterrestrial, hellish skills; that he had you in his control.

Little do you know that it is the other way round. That Chan chooses to stay in the mortal world for you, to be with you. That he knows he will have to part with you one day when you shift over to the other side and maybe you could have sinned enough to be with him in the other world too. However, Chan knows how much God loves playing his cards and for that, he'll seize every single moment he gets with you.

All because he loves you. He is in love with you. 

Chan realises this a few weeks back. Of course, he feels the weird thing humans call butterflies when you are so understanding of him being hell's very spawn. However, it is when you cook dinner for him as you wait for him to come, or how you ask him about his day and listen ardently that he realises: hell could never be worthy enough to have someone as beautiful as you. He shouldn't deserve you — fuck, the very act of him laying his filthy eyes on you should have sent your guardian angel into a frenzy but you chose him. You chose to be with him and for that, he'd mayhaps, thank that lousy old God up in the heavens. 

"Dinner first," you strictly say. You remove his hand from underneath your skirt, wrapping your hand around his as you hold it up to kiss his knuckles. "When we get back home, I promise. In fact, I'll be the one to jump at you as soon as we reach the doorsteps." Chan laughs, mumbling, "Ah, my baby girl, my princess," under his breath and turns to look at the signal that has changed to green. He presses on the gas, speeding to reach the place on time as per reservations. 

Having Chan's hand in yours roots you in confidence from your biggest fear deep down — that he would fade away from your life one day and worse, he'd take away the memories with him to rid you of the pain from his absence. His calloused hand grips onto yours and you hold it close to your chest, shutting your eyes for a minute because this is what Valentine's Day is all about for you. Bang Chan and everything your devil of a boyfriend is. He has shown you both heaven and hell and even though you did not believe in the afterlife, you do not mind going to hell, especially not if he is there with you. 

"Why is there smoke up in the air?" Chan asks himself in absolute confusion as he takes the right on the road to the restaurant. Upon finding a neat parking spot about a hundred meters away from the restaurant, he gets out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you like a true gentleman. 

"Why, thank you!" You giggle, hand slapping right across your lips at the unpleasant sound that leaves your mouth and Chan smiles so widely at you, almost as if he is looking at his whole world right before him. You get out of the car and Chan closes the door right behind you.

"You look so damn pretty today, baby," Chan hugs you by the waist temporarily and snuggles into your neck, only to leave a quick kiss against it. You push him slightly and Chan chuckles, raising his right hand, that is not held by you, to protest. "I'm not making a move. We did get dressed well so let's have a nice romantic dinner first and when we get back home—" His voice drops a note lower. "We'll have a hot night and let this Valentine's Day wrap up rightfully as it should."

"And what's the right way, Mr. Hotshot Devil?"

"With my dick wrapped around your sweet little pussy," he smiles, lips extending so wide across his face that your cheeks heat up. He leans closer, pressing his lips against the pinna of your ears as he whispers, "You'll be begging me over and over and I'll treat you like the good little girl you are for me."

Your breath hitches and a flustered broken gasp leaves your lips as your fingers dig into his forearm. Chan's harmonious laughter over having made you a flustered mess rings in your ear till it is cut off by loud screams and foggy vision thanks to dark grey smoke. 

"That's a lot of smoke," you comment worried as your boyfriend takes you by his hand and walks you down the road to the restaurant. He takes small strides to let you walk at ease. "I wonder if something is on— Fuck. The restaurant is in flames. It's on fire. Fuck."

Chan's eyes widen and he stares at the fire long enough to see two figures making their way towards you. Two very familiar faces too hard for him to ever forget, especially because Chan has spent more than a millennium with them. 

"Jisung? Changbin?"

"Do you know them, baby?" You whisper into his ears, hiding slightly behind him as you cower at the magnanimous presence of the two individuals before you. 

"Sometimes I wish I didn't," he rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he looks at the two younger demons in a gaze filled with doubt and suspicion. 

"You lie!" The taller of the two says. "We had ramen together and you know ramen is exactly the way for people to bond."

"That's Jisung," Chan introduces as he slightly brings you forward. Your fingers play with the end of your short skirt, trying to bring it further down as the two men — demons, you presumed — looked at you and almost seemed to be studying you. "And the one by his side is Changbin."

"We've been friends for a while," Jisung informs and judges at Changbin who still continues to stare at you in displeasure. Did one of Chan's friends already not like you? You guess it is normal but deep down you know it hurts. You have always had the innate tendency to make sure that everyone liked you and the very thought of Chan's friends disliking you puts you to this sorrow as much as you hate to agree to it. 

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, Bin," Chan glares back at the shorter of the two before drifting his attention to Jisung and enquiring, "How did this even happen?"

"That's on me. I crashed my car into the restaurant," Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Your eyes widen and you look further beyond the two men to see a beautiful red Maserati driven into the restaurant, caught in flames just as the whole building is. 

"The people!" You scream, rushing forward. Chan holds your wrist in worry, holding you back, and you look at your boyfriend with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They are my people."

Changbin scoffs, mumbling under his breath, "Stupid humans and their weird sense of morality at all the wrong times." Your heart drops at his words and Chan lets go of your hand, only to take a step forward in Changbin's direction, eyes narrowing at the demon. 

Jisung laughs hesitantly, slipping right between the two males and pushing them away. He looks at you and rushes forward to lean close to you. You are taken aback by the sudden invasion of your personal space but something in his eyes holds you fixed, enamored by his whole being. 

"There are no casualties, sweetheart. Don't worry!" 

Jisung leans back soon after, standing firm on his toes, and turns to look at your boyfriend. Smiling as wide as you've seen any devil smile, he prompts, "Since all our Valentine's Day plans got ruined, what if we spent it together?" He glances at you and you look away, eyes catching Changbin's who still looks at you in suspicion. 

"I—" 

"Jisung," Chan warns.

Jisung rushes to Changbin's side. Directing his attention towards you all while nudging the hell out of Changbin's side, he wiggles his eyebrows, "He may seem rude like this but trust me, he's the tsundere kind of lover."

"What the fuck," Changbin mumbles and turns his head away. "I'm not saying anything."

Your boyfriend is very flustered at the very happenings around him. Jisung suggesting a possibility of a wild night, the restaurant going into flames, and his girlfriend, albeit looking scared, positively looking at this whole proposal — maybe it has been too long since he has been away from hell for the mere chaos to fluster him.

Without a word said further to his friends, he pulls you away. You bite your lower lip, nibbling and pulling at the dead skin. Chan quickly takes your hand in his, eyes fixing on yours and staying in silence for a short while till he finally asks, "Are you okay?"

"Can I be honest?"

"Yes, please."

"Are all your friends this hot and a solid mess?"

"Should I be offended?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees you joke nervously. 

"No, no." You hit his arms, jokingly. You draw circles onto his arm and bring the topic forward finally. "I know I might have looked like I was taken aback — I was — but remember how we had this talk once about bringing people into our sex lives," you gulp, "I think this is a great moment to see if we'd like it in our relationship."

"Are you sure?" Chan's hand frames your face and you lean into it. 

"One hundred percent."

"These are demons, baby," he hesitates. 

"And you're a demon too. Stop stating the obvious, Chan. Plus, I have you."

"Are the two of you done?" Jisung asks loudly. You hold Chan's wrist and drag him towards his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the sudden beam of confidence that radiates from you. 

"We are. I'm Y/N," you finally introduce yourself. "Sorry for being awkward in the beginning—"

"Oh, don't be," Changbin mumbles, gaze still wary of you. "Jisung tends to have that effect on people."

"Hey!"

"Anyhow," Changbin finally smiles tonight. "Thanks to someone," He glares at Jisung, "We lost both our dinner and our car. So do you mind if we travel with you?"

"Oh, no," you clasp your hands together. "We'll give you a ride back to our place. Chan could cook us something," you smile at your boyfriend and he merely shrugs.

"And we can let the night roll into whatever it is, right?" Jisung's gaze is different, almost like he's insinuating a thousand different sex positions in one look. 

"Yes," you say after a long pause and an audible gulp. "We can let the night roll into whatever setting it turns to."

"Lead the way, princess," Jisung's arms move in abduction and you smile, skin wrinkling by your eyes at his chirpy self. You walk forward to the car and Chan slows down his strides to walk with the boys. 

His arms wrap around the shoulders of both the demons and he pulls them closer to sharply whisper. "You fucking hurt her and I'll have both your arses burning in the hottest flames in hell. I swear to Lucifer."

"What if she likes it?" Changbin raises an eyebrow, almost provoking Chan and your boyfriend glares back at him equally, gritting his teeth and almost growling. 

With clenched teeth, he restates, "Keep it tame," and lets go of them.

Chan should know better. Nothing is tame for the men in hell.

Changbin calls shotgun, putting you next to Jisung in the back seat while Chan drives the car.

"This is consensual, right?" Jisung asks again. There is concern lacing his face and Changbin sighs, mumbling, "She has said she wants us more than ten times, Sungie."

"Chan, you're alright with me fucking your girlfriend in the back while you drive?"

Chan's breath hitches, coughs entailing and you smile at how lost he looks for a minute as he turns back in worry, slowing the car down. "In the back or in the back of the car?"

"You never know. Maybe she might like it."

"Don't you dare!"

"Fine," he begrudgingly agrees. 

"As long as she's okay with it. Do not make her uncomfortable at all, guys," Chan sighs and turns back, pressing on the gas and almost taking all his thoughts out on it. You blush, cheeks staining a shade lighter and heat rising up as soon as you feel Jisung edge closer to you. In the front seats, Changbin talks to Chan, catching up on every single thing they have missed out in these years.

In the back seat, however, Jisung has different plans. A whole different plan to break you down into putty in his hands. 

"So, it seems like you are the girl that Chan wouldn't stop talking about and fawning over," Jisung's voice is huskier in the low tone he chooses to speak in to keep the conversation just between the two of you. "Nice to meet you, lovely. I'm Jisung. Now that I see you, I realise what all the fuss is about. You really are breathtaking."

You giggle, "You flatter me. Do all demons sweet talk this well?"

"Only the finest," Jisung winks. His hand wraps around your forearm and he slowly asks again, "It is alright for me to fuck you, right?"

The crudeness of the word in front of not just you but also two other demons leaves you flustered. Jisung pushes your hair strands that have gotten loose and fall to cover your eyes, behind your ears. 

"Yes, it is," you repeat for what you have counted in your head as the eleventh time. "It's totally alright, Jisung."

"Then, can I come closer?" You nod and Jisung edges forward, closer than he already is. "You know how us demons work, right?"

"Uh," you look down at your hands on your skirt. "You get wild every now and then." Jisung hums in approval, cupping your face with his left hand.

"Bingo, you're right!" Jisung grips your face a little stronger than a second before. "We, demons, love to go wild." He scoffs and continues, "Your boyfriend loves to play nice and pretend like he doesn't lose control and has only virtuous thoughts. All a big fucking facade to hide the fact that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you—" Jisung kisses your neck right underneath your face. "—Again and," he kisses your jugular. "Again and again." 

"I however am not. I like to do a lot of things to you."

Jisung bites sharply into your neck, sucking at the skin. The lewd noises resonate in the locked car and you know your boyfriend can hear each moan and each sound that comes from the back seat. The car moves only faster and Jisung's action matches the pace. He lets go of your neck only to crash his lips against yours, sucking in your lower lip as he kisses your hard. His arms snake around your frame and push you against him. 

You moan against his lips. It's volatile, you realise. Jisung's kisses are volatile. One minute they are harsh against your lips, strong enough to bruise them with cuts, and the very next minute, there is nothing softer than his lips or the goosebumps that trail your skin that he touched after untucking your shirt.

His skin is hot against yours, hot enough to raise goosebumps again on your skin. His lips are warmth personified and his grip makes you want to go unhinged 

He pulls back, lips parting and looking sinfully delectable. "It's in moments like these, princess, I realise how different our body temperatures are. How much warmer demons always are compared to humans. It must feel nice to have warm hands over you, doesn't it?" Jisung removes his hand from your bare skin and from underneath your white shirt. You gasp at the lack of contact, your skin feeling irritably cold all over again, and move closer into him.

"What a needy human," Jisung chuckles, and in the very blink of your eyes, he unbuttons your first two ones, exposing your black bra, laced to perfection, to him. "That's a pretty one. You really did go all out for Chan, did you not, princess?"

"I did. I wanted him to fuck me stupid and make me his tonight," you agree boldly and the car jolts to a stop suddenly. You are pushed forward into Jisung's warmth, your half-naked self pressed against Jisung's nice shirt. Changbin chuckles, looking at Chan and you turn to the side to see the traffic. You whisper again, "I still want him to fuck me stupid tonight."

"Oh, you are going to be all of ours tonight. We are going to make you such a slut for demon cock, princess. Make you greedy and desperate for it."

You are in the public. You are on the road, visible for any child or adult to look into your car only to see all the lustful deeds out in the open. You should have felt embarrassed, quivering in nothing but shame. However, all these triggers are for you to get wetter, panties sticking to your core and your grip to tighten on Jisung's arms. 

Jisung's hand moves back to unhook your bra. He lets it fall off your shoulders slightly before taking your left breast in his arms and bringing his face closer to it. He sucks on your left nipple, nipping on the areola around. His hand massages the right breast over the black lace bra and your head lolls forward. Your hand tightens around his shoulder and you desperately crave some friction in your nether regions. 

"Can I sit on your thigh, please?" You beg and Jisung's mouth leaves your nipple only to look up at you. 

"Only if you call me sir."

Jisung has an immaculate grip on your waist as he lifts you slightly, holding you mid-air and not letting you settle down on his thigh until you call him by what he desires to be called.

"Please let me sit on your thigh, sir."

"You're a good girl," and Jisung drops you down on his thigh. You blush at how Jisung calls you a good girl. You like being called names. Be it a good girl or a slut, the words coming out from them right during sex made you feel unique and special. Your skirt rides up and your wet panties are pressed flat against his nice formal pants. He kisses your lips again, this time biting into your lower lip and drawing a bit of the blood. The copper taste does nothing for the demon exactly, besides indulging him in a slight high he could almost get off on. You seethe against him and your hips grind down on his thigh almost unknowingly. Your lips part behind your panties, the two materials underneath and his flexed thigh providing you enough to ease the lust and thirst of wanting to feel more. 

"Does this feel good?" You moan in response and Jisung's eyes sparkle. "Ah, look at the expressions you are making." His hands grip tightly on your hips as he resolves to go back to your breasts and suck on them till the nipples harden for him and the areola swells up. His hands help your hips to move against his thigh quickly, soaking his navy blue pants darker. Your covered clit rubs over and over against his flexed thighs and the moans that leave your lips are loud and unhinged.

"Sir, ah, ah—" Your hands drop to hover your palm over his covered cock that rubs against your outer thigh. "I want more, sir. Fuck, fuck, I want more. Please, sir." And just as you begged, Jisung bites slightly into your breast just when he lets go of your hips and plunges two fingers into your wet lips, pushing the panties and skirt aside slightly. With your pussy filled with his fingers, Jisung continues to suck on your breasts and little kisses and hickeys all over them. 

Your moan is the loudest so far this night in that minute. His fingers are long and bony and they hit your walls and push against them exactly the way you like. Your pain and pleasure senses, both activated, seemed to be mixing signals leaving you with a slow, slow path to euphoria. "You like that, princess? Tell me."

"Your fingers feel so good, sir." You move against his thighs quickly, grinding on it rough as your pussy is stuffed with his fingers. "Sir, sir— Fuck, sir. There." Jisung curves his fingers, the joints by his finger rubbing against your spot, deep inside that has your thighs shivering and your whole body aching for more. He rubs against the spot till you gasp over and over again and he's laughing like the very devil he is.

"Oh my god, you're so wet for me, princess. You are dripping." Jisung quickly stills you on his thighs, his other hand digging into your hips. "I'm going to go a little—" He pulls out slightly before thrusting his fingers back in. 

"Sir, oh my god," your voice pitches higher and Jisung takes the positive signs well. He pushes his fingers back in after pulling them out. His forefinger moves away from the middle all while they are deep inside of you, stretching your walls apart and the sensation rules you up further as you move down, pulling him deeper and making you feel fuller than a second before. His fingers scissors inside of you, enhancing the sensations against your soft wet walls 

"You're so needy, princess. You like that, huh? Does it feel nice to have my fingers wide apart inside of you? Do you like it when I curl them up?" And Jisung curls them, eliciting a loud groan from you and your head dropping into his shoulder as you can feel yourself edge closer. 

He thrusts them faster. The lewd noises from your arousal gushing out and being pushed back in thanks to his fingers is intensified in the small space and your moans are like spice. Jisung sucks on your neck as his fingers hit your spot over and over again till the knot tightens so much that tears well up in your eyes and you pray he pushes you over the boundary. 

"You like my fingers thrusting fast, princess?" You nod and Jisung orders, "Words, princess."

"Yes, sir. I love it. I love it. I love— Ah! Ungh—" 

His thumb brushes finally against your clit and you bite into his shoulder. "Such a good princess. You deserve to cum, don't you? You were such a good girl." Jisung's thumb presses into your clit. His thrusts stills for a short second and your impatient self slides yourself up to fuck his fingers. The obscene sounds get louder with every second as you move closer to your orgasm. 

"I think I should introduce another finger. Princess got my two fingers sopping wet." Jisung's third finger now plunges into you, pushing you apart even further and your breath hitches. He thrusts at a great speed, "We'll be faster, a little bit faster. That will be alright, right?" You know you are close, just a little bit of clitoral stimulation and Jisung's three bony fingers thrusting up into you, hitting the spots—

The electric motor revs and the garage door opens. Chan slowly moves the car into the garage, darkness seeping into the car. Jisung thrusts sloppily, once and then twice before pulling them away from your core, leaving your walls to clench on nothing desperately. You cry, "No, no, no, no—" 

His voice is husky as he says, "Looks like we are here, princess. We are home." Slowly, without breaking contact with your eyes, Jisung sucks on his forefinger and then the middle finger and then the third slowly, tongue wrapping across it, dancing almost like a whole orchestra was playing in the background. 

Chan rushes to open your door. He sees your haphazard hair, unbuttoned shirt and exposed breasts and he groans. You are insatiable just as he has always known. Your eyes are lost and mind far away at dreams of achieving orgasm. Chan buttons up your shirt and helps you get out of the car. His hold on your frame is tight and he kisses the side of  your forehead.

"Chan's making pasta," Changbin announces and walls towards you, raising an eyebrow at your sight. 

"We already have a whole meal here." Jisung licks your arousal from his lower lips. Chan rolls his eyes, before calling out loudly, "Jisung!"

"Yes?"

"You're helping me with dinner."

"But why me? I want to fuck Y/N," he whines. "All I did was tease her in the back of the car." 

Chan leans into you and whispers, "Feel free to hit him when you want to. You'll have me to reason out and save you from anything." You laugh lightly, head slowly focusing on your boyfriend. He shifts his attention back to Jisung, "Because I said so and it's the least of hospitality you must show."

Jisung groans, before reluctantly agreeing, "I have a huge appetite, so heads up." You stare at Jisung, head with thoughts far in the past than in the present. 

Fuck appetite. Fuck Han Jisung. Figuratively, and if fortunate, quite literally. You have a ruined orgasm for the first time that night and all you have an appetite for is one — to be humble — mind-blowing orgasm to take you to the end of the world and back.

Your boyfriend is a gentleman.

In the years you have known Chan, you know for sure that heaven and hell is nothing but a lie. Ironically. The stigmatization of having to be only bad or only good is so skin deep in humans that the very thought of a devil being nice seems like an illusion. That is, if the whole concept of heaven and hell is not an illusion already.

Chan is nice. He is nice to you and that is all that matters to you. He treats you like a princess because you are his princess — the only person worth staying on earth for. 

So when he lets the guys go ahead and pulls you behind a wall right before the huge living room of his apartment is in view, you know he has something to say. That, or he has a kiss to steal.

"Are you okay?" 

Chan's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes softening in worry as his hands lift up to cup your face, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. You break a smile, leaning forward to brush the tip of your nose against his and you place a delicate peck on the same spot. 

"More than ever. I told you, baby, right? That I'll tap out the minute this gets too much for me."

"I'm just so worried. You've never—"

"Are you guys making out?" You hear Jisung's voice resonate against the walls and you turn your head, stifling the laughter that bubbles inside of you. Jisung yells again, "Chan, pasta!"

"I'm coming," he yells back, dropping his hand from your face. "I'm coming. Oh, if only Lucifer burnt you alive!" 

"I'd have to be alive for that, ha!"

"Go," you chuckle, kissing his lips only to pull back in a short second. "I'll hang out with Changbin."

"He's. . ." Chan sighs. "Just remember to be comfortable, baby, okay?"

"I know. I trust them. Beyond everything, I trust you."

You hold Chan's hand in yours and pull him away from the shadows of the wall, bring him before his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the two of you, before taking a step forward as Chan follows Jisung to the kitchen.

"That leaves us together alone for a while," Changbin suggests, arms folded over each other as he takes quicker steps towards you. He doesn't tower over you much but his entire persona that he broods is enough to make you whimper, lips to part unknowingly and eyes to widen in want. "I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Changbin. I've known your boyfriend since forever. We became demons around the same time."

"Oh," you respond, mouth patching up with the excessive want.

"I'd like to get to know you, sweetheart?" Changbin is close enough for you to feel the warmth that exudes from his body. His arms drop for a small second before his right one lifts up. His thumb and forefinger grips on your chin to angle it up slightly for you to look at him properly. The name he calls you by makes you gasp under your breath, loving the endearment and he notices. Changbin notices how much the term has its effect on you in this minute.

"Do you like being called a sweetheart, princess? An angel, maybe? Do you like dressing up in pretty pink lingerie for Chan? Maybe you want to be a baby doll on top of me for the night?" Changbin lets go of your chin before taking a step back and walking towards Chan's sofa. He sits down on it, thighs spread apart as his arm rests on the side. His attention drifts back to you, lips quirking up in brief excitement. "Or despite dating one of the most sinful creatures ever to exist, you like being called a good girl?"

Your thighs clench together and you grip at the end of your skirt. Changbin laughs at the reaction he draws out from you. He taps on his thighs and beckons for you, "Why don't you come be a good girl on my lap, hm?"

You take shy steps towards him, before sitting on his thighs that he now has pressed together. Either of your legs dangle on the sides of his body and Changbin holds your hips as he pulls you closer. Your skirt crumpled up, exposing so much more to him and Changbin is in delight at how pretty you look on top of him.

"May I?" And you nod, mumbling a soft yes. His hand slowly trails above, starting from the point right above your knee joint. It's slow and sensuous for a soft second as his fingers slowly climb up your thigh before the tables turn over and Changbin's hand rips the panties from underneath your skirt and throws it to the side. Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up as you hold onto his shoulder at the sudden force. 

"We won't be needing that for the night now, do we?"

You bite your lip and Changbin's hand hovers over your sodden lips from the previous encounter with Jisung. He rubs his palm over it as he locks his gaze with yours and asks, "Respond, princess. I need to hear you respond."

"No, we won't need that."

"That's my good girl," Changbin praises you and presses the heel of his palm into your clitoral region and you moan explicitly and unhinged. He rubs it slightly and your burning core oozes more of your arousal out into his hand, burning for that long forgotten orgasm you had hoped for. Using his other hand, he rips open your blouse, the top button letting free from the dress at all the harsh happenings it has been through for the night. 

"Oh dear, look at that," Changbin clicks his tongue repeatedly before plunging his fingers into your core and pulling your bra down with his teeth at the same time, grazing slightly at your breast that it leaves you thrusting yourself on his fingers that drive hard into you. 

You whimper, "Changbin, fuck," and he lets out an amused sound. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of you as he lips wrap around your nipple, lapping at it. He lets go momentarily, hot breath fanning all over your mound and he asks,

"Do you like this or maybe is it some pain that you like?" 

And within a second, Changbin's teeth bite into the flesh by your mound. His unoccupied hand cups your mound, massaging it before flicking your nipple. Harshly. You gasp, head dropping forward as you lean into Changbin's chest, whimpering repeatedly.

"Baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" He flicks it again, pain shooting up your nerves and you slightly bite into his neck. He speaks into your skin. "She likes it a lot."

Changbin says he likes art. He talks about how he loves the purple colours that blend into the pink and then, the colours of your skin. He sucks on your bosom, littering the area around your areola with pretty, pretty marks all while his fingers are plunged deep inside of you, pads of the same rubbing your walls while his palm rubs the collected arousal into your core, pressing into your clit and stimulating it 

Your senses are alert and every breath, every moan that is present in the air is hyperbolised in your ears. You can feel Changbin's rough fingers slowly pull out while his mouth trails down to wrap his lips around your areola, tongue wrapping around your nipple and he laps at it like a starved animal.

"Chan's too nice to you, too gentle, too kind to you. Treats you like some porcelain doll. I don't blame him for that," Changbin taunts you. He pulls his fingers out from your dripping core and his mouth leaves your breasts. Your walls contract at the sudden absence of his fingers and you grind down onto his thighs, expecting — begging more.

Changbin flicks at your stimulated clitoris. It sends a rush of both pain and pleasure intermingled up your spine, hitting your brain cells, leaving you lost and in a trance. He continues the mockery, "I usually don't fuck with humans. In fact, I even condoned Chan for doing that. No offense to you, baby girl, but humans are delicate, too fragile, for my taste. No matter how sex crazed or ravenous you are, you are still no match for a demon by comparison."

Changbin kisses up your neck, marking you up as he draws out his mockery. You think it is weird that this time round Changbin doesn't intimidate or anger you. Rather every word he says sends a trail of arousal shooting downwards, making you wetter with every passing second — making you anticipate for so much more. It is embarrassing at how wet you are from every single teasing you have been put throygh for the night. 

"You may think Chan is different but he isn't, baby girl. He's just as demonic as we are, just as fucked up as every creature from hell is. He might hold back for you, but when you push his buttons well enough, you know he'll unleash it all. Even Jisung. The only difference between them and yours truly is that—" Changbin pauses. His lips quirk up and his hand unbuckles his belt, metal clinging as it comes undone. He unzips the pant and shoves it down as he lifts himself up with you with such ease that your fragile, weak and overstimulated self is in surprise. He pulls his dick out from his formal pants and it is hot, hard and everything you crave at this point. 

You think it's unfair for a man with this big an ego to have this thick a cock and you were this close to blaming God for being unfair when you realise this isn't his territory. And history has proven that Lucifer has always been kind to his followers. 

Changbin strokes his cock, thumb rubbing at the slit at the hot head. You salivate, almost ready to drip from the corner of your mouth when Changbin cuts your thoughts — filthy thoughts, too dirty to be spoken of; filthy, filthy thoughts on how heavy his cock would be on your mouth, on how wide his cock would stretch your mouth and how deep he'd go, perhaps all the way to your throat — and holds your thighs, pulling you closer into him to position you in such a way that his cock is straddled right between the flesh of both your thighs.

"The only difference between me and the other two, baby girl, is that," Changbin's voice drops an octave lower as he almost growls, "I don't make a habit of suppressing it at all. I can grab you by the throat just like this—"  The demon holds you by your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck hovering right across your jugular and carotid, pressing them slightly. It is scary how you are here trusting a demon fully aware that an inch deeper and you would be accompanying him in your journey to the other world. Or mayhaps it's your trust in your boyfriend. Changbin's fingers are wrapped deliciously around your neck and your pussy leaks juices, coating his dick that is pressed against it. "—and thrust my dick so deep into you and fuck you so hard that your body, mind and soul is broken beyond repair."

Your mouth opens wide, tongue resting against your lower lip and Changbin spits into your mouth, ordering you instantly, "Swallow," and when you do, he lets go of your neck for a second, caressing the roughened area and mumbling, "You're a good, good girl for me, aren't you, baby girl?"

You nod, voice hoarse as you beg like a kitten in her worst heat, "Please, please, please—"

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words like the good girl you are."

"Fuck me, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me. Need your dick in me. I'll be a good girl." 

Changbin laughs loudly, almost as if he is mocking you. He is, because his fingers wrap around your neck once again as he thrusts his cock upwards. It slides against your wet lips, striking against your clit. "How could I fuck you when your thighs are this inviting? Look at how wet they are because of your arousal. You are leaking, baby. What a good whore."

"Binnie," you gasp, barely phrasing with his hold on your neck as he thrusts back upward. He holds your close as you equally grind on him. "Binnie, I want more. I want more."

"Be a good girl and I'll reward you, baby girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck your thighs." You nod and grind down. "How does it feel like, baby girl, to have my hard cock rubbing against you? Squeeze your legs tightly around me—" You wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, just like that." 

The squelching sounds are loud and prominent. The friction of his cock rubbing against your wet skin is amplified in the silence. Your hips move slightly trying to get as much as contact possible on your clit. Your head is empty, voices hindered and you can only think of how badly you want to get fucked, how badly you want Changbin to treat you more roughly. 

Changbin is vocal. Very, very vocal. He whimpers at every rub, moans loudly and grunts as you grind down on him. The filthy words that leave his mouth does not stop — "Your skin feels so warm and cool against my cock. Oh fuck, can you feel your clit throbbing against my dick, baby girl? You naughty little fucking thing."

His pace quickens as he thrusts further, grunting, "You are fucking delicious, baby girl. Chan's been keeping a whole asset away from us."

"Binnie, Binnie—" you moan, breasts rising and falling with every occasional jumping you do on his thighs to match the pace of his thrusts. "Choke me harder, please."

"What?"

"I want you to choke me harder."

"Fuck," and Changbin listens clearly. His fingers dig a little deeper and you are gasping, arousal dripping even more and staining his navy blue formal pants after coating his cock further. "Fucking grind on my cock. Baby girl, you are making me rethink my policy on humans."

"Ungh," you whimper when his cock stills and grinds onto your clit, focusing only on that. Changbin chuckles. His voice is laced with tease, "Easy there, baby girl. If my cock were to accidentally slip into your pussy, who knows what I might do." 

"Please, please—" You barely speak out when Changbin's grip on your neck loosens for a bit.

"Did I fuck the words out of you, baby? Did I fuck you stupid? I haven't even fucked you with my dick yet and look at you already. You would want that right, baby girl? For me to fuck you dumb, fuck you stupid. I'll have you ride my cock till all you know is how to be a good girl for me and how to take my big fat cock."

"Yes, yes, yes—" 

Changbin stops right when your whimpering increases, pitch shooting up higher and your chest rises and falls as he halts. However, in one swift motion, he pins you on the sofa, him on top of you and he stares at you. You are a disoriented mess, hair spilling onto your face and everywhere, clothes open partially but enough to spill everything and your legs — thighs specifically — are glistening in the lights.

"It sucks that you are Chan's girl, sweetheart? Do you think he'd mind sharing more than once?"

Changbin does not wait for your response. With the support of his hands, he brings his body down, head in direct contact with your skirt stained with your arousal and the precum that oozed out from his cock. He sucks deep purple marks into your thighs, trailing them all the way to your glistening core. And then, his mouth is on your sodden lips.

It's a miracle at how you are able to keep your eyes open. All the teasing this night has made your body heavy and yet, like some starving woman on sex steroid, your pussy aches for more. His lips are on your wet ones as he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. It is merciless. The demon he is, is marvellous, hot and a sex god at that. His tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening. 

The room is filled with lewd noises and your moans are loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Changbin licks stripes after stripes on your lips, lapping up your arousal as he hums in delight. Another stripe up your wet lips and he soon wraps his plump pair around your clit and sucks on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly. 

Changbin's sharp teeth graze over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. The vortex forms deep within you again, the sign of an impending orgasm and you can only pray that he doesn't leave you begging like Jisung did. It's coming. You are so close, again, for the second time this night and you needed it. You are sure that you would go crazy if you did not receive the release you had so prayed for. Changbin rubs your clit furiously, lips moving back to your cunt as he eats you out. Changbin's tongue flicks to perfection, hitting your sensitised bud over and over again till you snap and come undone all over his face, arousal squirting out and over his entire face.

Your legs quiver as Changbin laps it all up, tongue swiping across your lips till he has drunk every single drop of your arousal. Your eyes that were squeezed shut opens and you see the mess you have made on his face. 

"Fuck, I'm sor—" You try to lift yourself up to help him when Changbin pulls you by your legs closer to him and wraps his lips on your clit, sucking on the bud till it borders overstimulation and you are screaming out in both pain and pleasure, your abdomen pitting at the sight of another orgasm with his actions.

"Binnie, fuck, oh fuck," Tears well up at the corner of your eyes on being overstimulated. You can feel your brain getting fuzzier, sense hyperbolic at everything around you. You are falling into something you are unfamiliar with. "I'm sensitive, fuck. I'm so sensitive."

He moves forward, overstimulating you and your eyes roll up at all your nerves being triggered to send the excess messages of stimulation to your brain, knots tightening and you are ready to combust once again until Jisung walks out of the kitchen, announcing, "Dinner's ready."

"Too bad I had my fill," Changbin sniggers, tongue extending out of his mouth to lick your arousal off the corners of his mouth. Your chest rises and falls and you try to focus in on something on the ceilings — ah, the spokes of the fan, yes. Three. Three. Three. Three. Changbin quickly notices the change in your demeanor, "Baby girl? You alright?"

"Princess?" Chan's rushing to your side as soon as he hears something is up with you. You giggle, laughing soon enough as you look up. Changbin stands up from your side, concern filling him when you start laughing. Jisung, on the other hand, walks to keep the pasta on the table behind the sofa. "Princess, are you there with me?"

It is the rush of endorphins that cloud your brain. Your heart beats fast, breathing rapid and it's a different kind of high you are in. You hold onto Chan's sleeve, giggles nonstop as you mumble in between, "Chan, uh, Chan! Chan!"

"I've got you, princess," he says softly, before wrapping his arm around your thighs and the other over your torso before lifting you up. "I've got you. I'm right here." You cling onto his shirt, snuggling into him as he verbally assures you. 

He stops midway in his path, turns to look at two of his friends, especially glaring at Changbin, before firmly saying, "Eat and leave. I'll talk to you later. I have to take care of her."

"We could hel—"

"Not today. Not now. I'll—" Chan sighs, holding you closer to him as you mumble words incoherently, smiling to yourself. His face softens, as if he's trying to comfort Changbin who looks guilty for the first time before Chan in eons of years together. "We'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"And guys?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for tonight. I know she liked it. A bit too much, if anything."

Chan holds you close.

So close to him that even the rush of endorphins in your brain isn't loud enough to hear how loud your own heart beats next to his faint beating one. 

His arms wrap around your frame, hand holding your head close into his chest as he soothingly rubs the back of it and at every short interval, he coos into your head, "I'm right here, baby." Your body shifts to a relaxed position from the very tensile state it was in that second thanks to his voice, at his words and at his very being.

"Relax, baby. This is going to pass. You did so well, so, so well."

And you giggle into his chest, eyes closing warmly for a fraction there before looking up at him. Chan believes if synesthesia was a thing for demons, he would see the colours behind your eyes. How the crimson red slowly — so, so slowly — turned to darkest shades of pink and then the softest ones and Chan knows. He knows for sure that this is it. This is his whole world.

Chan feels jealous of humankind for the first time.

He is envious about how it would not be him that grows old with you, has kids with you and gets to be physical with you at every point. He knows he can't do that with you forever. He cannot do this with you forever. And even if he did decide to fuck it and do it anyway, you'd leave him one day. 

Chan knows he could never do much. He cannot change fate or turn himself into human for you. That is impossible. And yet he hopes — ah, a dangerous thing for a demon to have, something they mustn't possess — that every moment he spends with you is infinite and never dies. 

Your body tightens up again, goes rigid in his hold and he worries for you. That is Chan's first mistake, or so he believed years back. He cares for you. He cares for you in ways a demon shouldn't. He cares for you enough to know that demons have feelings or at the very least, he does. He cares enough to call it love. 

"It's alright," he mumbles and you mumble back, "We couldn't spend time together tonight."

"It's still eight. We have time," Chan smiles and rubs the hair off your face, only to press a soft chaste kiss on your forehead. "We have a lot of time. You should rest. You were such a good girl tonight."

"I was," you hold onto his shirt before letting your hands trail underneath and Chan realises the endorphins are slowly calming down, keeping you in a safer position than you were minutes back. "Wasn't I, daddy?"

"Princess, you really had a lot today, do you—"

"I want to. I—" You kiss Chan, hands cupping his face and lips pulling at his before letting your tongue twine with his. You moan unknowingly as your body rises to lean further into him. Your fingers graze the small stubble by the side of his jaws as you find yourself getting lost in him, in the feeling of his hot tongue lapping around yours.

"Mmh," Chan moans before holding your jaw tighter, leg wrapping around your frame. In a swift motion, he pins you down underneath him as he still kisses you. His lips are beyond tempting as you draw every kiss out, draw every moan out from him. He pulls back the minute you lift your hips to grind onto his crotch, feeling himself against your bare core. "We should stop—"

"No. You're my Valentine. Not Changbin or Jisung. You'll always be my Valentine," you respond, tugging him down into you by his shirt. Chan's eyes widen before softening as he looks at you — looks at you like you are everything better than him, hell and afterlife. 

"But you really had it rough today and—"

"I want more. I want so much more rough and I want them from my boyfriend. No one else." Your hand grades the stubble again and Chan leans into your hold. "The fact that you've never been rough with me and that I had to hear about it from Changbin and Jisung did no good to my ego, baby."

"They were—" Chan pauses on his own this time. You don't interrupt or cut him. He knows he can't lie to you. He knows how much he holds back but Chan knows that he has no issue with that. It's a safer option for you and yet here you are tonight asking him to be himself, be everything he is and show you how far he can go — he was going to fucking lose it at that alone. 

"You know they were not lying," your voice lower. "They are demons, you had said, and that I should be careful. But Chan, baby, you are a demon too. So why do you hold back? Is it because I'm a human?"

"Yes," Chan reluctantly agrees and you sigh. You drop your hand from his face and Chan's lips pucker in response. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You know you won't," you reassure him. "You could never hurt me unknowingly and even if you did, you know you'd take care of me till I'm back to the same."

"There shouldn't be a situation that leads to the worst case scenario, Y/N."

"But I want that. I want you to show me everything and I want to know if I'd like that. Give me a choice. I—" You gulp, scared of telling it out loud finally now that you have come to a partial conclusion to it yourself. "I liked Changbin being rough on me. I liked it a lot. I liked Jisung edging me. I liked it so much that all I could think about till Changbin touched me was of Jisung giving me an orgasm."

Chan's hand presses down by the sheets adjacent to your face and he holds it tightly. If care was an emotion he shouldn't have felt, jealousy is another that should never have a place in a demon's mind. Especially not when they were all brought up with the thought of sharing. 

He hates how Changbin got to be rough with you before him. Something so petty and so, so territorial arises in him that he wasn't even aware for him to feel this. He knows he gave consent. He knows he was there to hear it all and yet hearing you say you liked it brought in exactly two emotions in him that conflicted each other so much that he knew he was going feral — a) delight, over you being so content and over you being so understanding of demonic natures and b) jealousy, over another demon having had you in ways only he had before. 

"Chan?"

"Yes?"

"You were lost there for a minute."

"You promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?"

"Always," you peck at his lips. "I'll always do that. I just want everything you are and you have to offer. I don't want to know stuff from others. I want to feel them through you."

And Chan kisses you again. This time however, it is a lot different from the previous kiss you drew out from him. His lips find home in yours as they come upon you, imperatively. The kiss gets deeper each time, tongues chasing and lapping each other, earning continuous whines and whimpers coming out from both of you. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers trailing up his nape to his hair, gripping the small hair at his back and Chan kisses you passionately, his hands cupping and tilting your face, angling it so that he could intensify the kiss as he desired.

He's desperate to show you everything he is.

The very second your mouth had brushed his, Chan knows that you are the one for him. It had always been you. Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the tingle over his lips and your warm breath wafting over his chin. It is exactly as he had carved in his mind, etched so deep that it could never fade away.

His hand is prominent on its grip on your neck, as you lift your chin higher — so you can press your lips harder into his —  while your hands fist into his shirt — white, clean and perfect all for the night only for it to be discarded to the very corner of the bedroom the two of you share. His free hand drops to wind around your waist, arm pressed between the bed and you and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his.

Gasping at the motion, Chan seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. His tongue swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. The metal ball at the tip of his tongue provides a sharp coldness and you hiss into his mouth, only for him to provide more contact with the metal that it leaves you emitting moans into him. 

It is electrifying. Every single thing with Chan has been exciting, unpredictable and leaves you begging for more. It is perhaps mankind's adhesive nature towards sin itself that made you like this — that made you into such a moldable clay in his hands and you don't mind going to hell for this. Because every single moment you lived on earth, if it were with him, would be relentlessly passionate. You would never want to swap with anything, even if someone handed heaven to you on a platter.

Because Chan is your heaven. 

When you feel his tongue flick against yours, slightly, grazing it, your hands uncurl from his shirt - only to wind up his chest, along his throat, towards the nape of his neck. You find yourself lapping around the metal ball on his tongue, rolling your eyes shut. 

With every passing second, you find yourself drowning into Chan. His body is pressed flat against yours, chest against yours, his saccharine taste coating your senses till that is all you can think about, and his warm breath all over your face. You find yourself drowning into him — you always have — his entire presence encasing your senses as you lose yourself deep into his entire being.

Is this how people were dragged into hell? Tempting. 

Chan pulls back and you smile at your boyfriend, like a little girl happy to have received her candy. You glance down at your shirt that is half open as a result of everything that happened tonight and proceed to unbutton the rest and remove it off your body. Chan's eyes linger more than ever on the marks that Changbin has left all over your body — marks that have turned dark purplish red and he seethes at the very sight of it in anger. 

"If we do this again, on your request, of course," Chan kisses over all the marks slowly, taking his own time to lick it over with his tongue before pressing his lips against it. "I'm going to be physically present. Not going to let anyone mark my baby up like this. That's for me."

And Chan sucks over it. His hand goes behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it aside. His hand lands firm on your breast, fingers playing with your nipple as his mouth slowly moves down to kiss your other nipple before sucking on it, lewd sounds emitting from his mouth.

"Daddy, fuck—" Your back arches, hips jutting upwards into his pelvis only to feel his covered growing length rough against your sticky skin. Chan uses his free hand to hold onto your waist and lift you slightly, allowing you to hook your leg over his waist, tight enough to tease you.

Chan hums in approval as you grind up, exposed core moving and staining your favorite formal pants of his, all while his tongue laps at your areola. The metal ball right at the centre of the tip of his tongue is pressed to your nipple and the difference in temperature has your mind spiralling. 

His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin only for the metal ball to soothe over the burn.

Puckering his lips, he presses them to the sensitive spot by your jugular before sucking harshly. Responsively, a low mew resounds from your lips, leaving them in the open for just you and him to hear to.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

You nod, "Red for you to stop, yellow for you to give me time and green for you to proceed."

"Perfect," and Chan moves so quickly to remove your skirt off your body as he hovers over your completely naked self, fully clothed. You have always wondered if Chan would ever be into power play, especially with how he could project himself sometimes. Like in moments like these. You make a note in your head to ask him about the very thing. 

Chan kisses your lips, tugging at your lip before dipping himself further, getting lost in you. He rubs his tongue across your lower lip, metal ball harsh against your coral lips. He kisses your cheek and then, your pinna.

You feel his warm breath against your ear, shuddering in impact. You are about to ask him to stop teasing you — that you've had enough foreplay the whole night. However, in the next second, his hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs in a loud spank and you gasp, not expecting it. He hits the same skin almost a second after before the pain recedes and you are moaning out loud, brain wiring differently as heat pools between your legs.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His hand edges closer to you, dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs, all over again and over the dried ones by your thighs. "You’re so dripping wet,” Chan mutters, only to laugh and comment, "At least I can credit this to myself."

Chan leans forward, next to your ear again and mumbles, "Baby, I'll be using words that would come off as very demeaning but I need you to know that I would never use them unless we are in the mood. You are and will be my baby girl, my princess forever. Is that alright?"

"It is," you blush, heat shooting straight to the core and you can feel yourself leak further, embarrassingly, right when Chan's hand is so close to your lips.

"Fuck, you are dripping. Such a filthy whore," Chan taunts and you feel it, deep in your gut. You've never seen this side to Chan but fuck, you love it. You love it more than Changbin having called you a good girl. You want to be called a whore, a slut — as long as you were his whore, his slut. 

Chan collects the arousal that you drip out, coating his fingers and palm. Moving his fingers, he collects your arousal that leaks from your gaping hole and watches the transparent stick to his fingers. The bulge in his pants is hard and seems too painful to be confined. You gulp evidently, throat parched. Chan's hand edges closer towards your lips and languidly strokes your slit with his fingers coating in your arousal. The pads of his finger circles your hole and you mewl, clutching slightly onto his shoulder. 

"Daddy, please, need your fingers in me."

"You've been fucked by two demons already and you are still so horny," he scoffs. "Impressive." He raises an eyebrow. Almost like he is teasing you further, he continues to play with your cunt. You whimper, gasping and hoping to feel the burn of the stretch that would come with him thrusting his fingers up.

Each small action Chan does has you moving forward in pleasure, hoping for the same as you try to move with his hand, all in an attempt to drive his digit deeper into you. Nonetheless, Chan controls the pressure and the pace and no matter how hard you try to move, he never lets you have his way, clearly showing that it was him in power here, not you. Growing tired of his teasing, anticipation filling you to insanity, tears brimming your eyes, you whine, “Fucking hell, Ch— Daddy, come on."

Chan chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. You sigh, breath exhaled out desperately. "Please, please, pl— Ah!"

Chan hits your core with the pads of his finger, labia silently flapping in impact and you moan at the pain that shoots up from your sensitive core. This causes you to moan, body moving forwards in a surprised reaction. The palm hitting the clit sends electric sparks throughout your body, your brain almost fusing. The sound is sharp as it rings through the air before you feel pain along the vulva. Crying in pain, you mumble softly out before holding to him softly, “Please,” you implore. "I need you, daddy." 

The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy bud causes you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. Chan mumbles as he lowers his body silently, kissing your skin on his way. He kisses the skin right above your acetabulum, tracing his lips down till he kisses your core, a soft peck over it. 

It is a stark difference in your clothing that takes you aback; of how you were completely naked while Chan was completely clothed and yet that excited you. The power he has is enough to have you ooze out more arousal that would prompt the sheets to stain further. 

Chan licks at your core, once, twice and then he is sucking at your clit, like a man walking days in a desert with no water source. His mouth is against your core, licking on it, the cold wet metal ball pressing against it, before he sucks on your engorged button. The lewd noises that leave your mouth are pornographic and your legs have lost their strength.

You are about to say a word before Chan curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the feeling of his fingers in you. "D-Daddy!" 

You feel Chan searching your walls for the spot he has felt enough that he finds it in a few minutes. He rubs against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs. The sheets are stained. His pants are stained and so is his white shirt. 

"No demon I've fucked before would have sex this close to being out of the world. Fuck, princess. Your slutty pussy is clutching onto my fingers." He rubs your walls and your enlarged button. Your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately as you press into him. 

Chan's fingers are fast as they thrust in and out of your core. You could find yourself getting wetter and wetter with the lewd sounds that resonate the walls. The demon presses his metal piercing flat against your clit and you gasp. "F-Fuck, Daddy!"

And as Chan sucks on your button of nerves, his fingers thrusts into you at a relentless pace, pushing right at the spot that has you feeling the endorphins spilling into your bloodstream. You feel the knot that tightens in your stomach, ready to fall over the cliff till Chan's teeth graze your clit and you lose it.

“Come for me, my princess,” Chan urges. His command, paired with the way his tongue dances across your clit and how his rough thick fingers drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion. You can feel your bloodstream soaking slowly with the rush of endorphins. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is, as Chan slowly rubs you through your high. 

You think Chan is about to drag his fingers out of you and away when he picks up the speed of his fingers. He toys with your sensitive clit. 

"Daddy, ah—" You feel the pain slightly of being overstimulated, slowly getting intense and intense. You are crying and he slows down, looking into your eyes, expecting a colour to be screamed and when you don't, smiling softly, he continues, kissing you and swallowing every cry you have. 

You feel your skin standing at the very precipice of being sensitive to anything. In a split second without any warning, his mouth still on you, Chan holds your clit between his forefinger and thumb before twisting it and instantly, you feel something deep within you tighten up.

That was it. Your breath is disoriented. Your jaw falls loose and you let out a loud cry as a powerful orgasm cuts right through you. Chan drops his hand on to the bed as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your arousal soaks his shirt, fabric sticking to his body and he is amused. Your thighs shake, quivering uncontrollably as your back curves, body lifting up. Chan's other arm wraps around you as he kisses you through this. Your muscles tremble, ache and are sour. Eventually, you find your hips stopping gradually as you fall victim to the pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

"That was so fucking hot," he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are closed, post that powerful orgasm, tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you are alright and are able to breath right.

"Daddy," you smile and Chan smiles brighter. That's his girl. That's his girl, alright.

"You've got my shirt messy, princess." He chuckles and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as your head drops to the side to look away. Chan holds your face with his messy hands and kisses you, drawing out another long kiss to rid you away from any other thoughts besides ones of fucking him tonight. 

You pull away and mumble, "It's not fair that you were dressed completely in the first place."

"Is that so now?"

"Yes," you huff and your hand trails up Chan's arm, fingers digging into his arm. "It's a damn bother." 

Chan unbuttons his shirt, taking his own time with it as his fingers roll against them before popping the material out of hold from the button. Your hand lies in wait by his waist, fingers rubbing against the curve of his ass and you stare up at him. With every button that he maneuvers his shirt out of, you can see his tattoos more and more clearly.

The feathers that poke out through the corner of his shoulder, flat on the coracoid process, more present superficially right above his clavicle, are detailed. You can see the feathers variant in their styles as they fall from a greater source that lies behind him.

Chan's tattoo had always been magnificent, as if they were rebuking the almighty as he acknowledged his very being. The ends of the black feathers also tease into the head of his biceps. Two beautiful wings, bold and powerful, arise from his spine and exhibit loudly on his back.

Your mouth gapes open at the sight of it as Chan bends forward to unbutton his pants, the wings clearly visible to you and your heart leaps at the sight of it. Chan raises an eyebrow at you, staring down at his tattoo, as soon as he pulls down his pants. 

"Ah, the tattoo kink," he chuckles. "How could I forget."

"It's not a thing," you blush.

"Please," he laughs, eyes wrinkling soon. "There's no way you could lie to me, princess." 

You blush. Crunching forward, you stretch your arms, fingers pointing to draw against the outline of the wings. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "It's so fucking beautiful, Chan." He chooses to ignore the call of his name because nothing else would sound sweeter in this moment than his name itself. What you would do to give everything in wrapping your lips around his flesh by the corners of the wings and to ruin it with your own marks.

He unsheathes himself off the confines of his undergarment. Chan has always been bigger in comparison to every single one you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. It shines under the dim lighting of your room, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly.

You let out a small mewl — the walls of your core throbs against his member at the sensations of the piercings rubbing against the same — enhancing both your senses. Chan notices how your thighs quiver and he raises his eyebrows in sheer amusement.

"You really don't fail to surprise me, princess," Chan sniggers. "Look at you eye fucking me all while I just unstrip."

"Please," your eyes glisten and Chan coos. "Please. Need your cock in me, daddy. Need your big fat cock to fill me up and stuff me stupid." Your hands move down to hold his engorged length in your hand, rubbing the metal balls on the head with your fingers and feeling the coldness in a sharp contrast to his hot girth.

"You've been such a good, good whore tonight. Daddy's going to reward you well. So well." His hand trails down your frame and you shudder as they move down your sides.

Chan moves slightly, his hands bracing on either side of yours. The strong muscles of his arms twitch as he bears the entirety of his body weight on them. You push your body upwards and you stretch your arms up. You run your hands over his naked shoulders and his back, grazing his tattoo a little more before tangling your fingers into his hair as you tug him further over you. 

A soft gasp slips from your mouth when his weight presses over you: his defined chest over yours and his hips pressing into yours in the most enticing way. His cock brushes against your thighs slicken in your arousal and you moan. The metal ladder framing underneath his shaft is cold against your skin and you can feel the goosebumps that arise atop your skin all the way to spread the heat to your core.

Chan's arms wrap around your body, holding you so close to him that your chests brush against each other. You feel his hardened erection sharp against your thighs, brushing against your core and you whimper in his hold. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Fuck me, daddy."

Chan's lips crash onto your swollen ones with a force that has to be reckoned. He grinds his heavy cock into your core, rubbing over your clit. It leaves you moaning, holding onto his deltoids with a ferocious grip, fingers digging into the muscle.

Holding onto the opportunity that presents itself to him, Chan seizes and dives his tongue right into your mouth. They glide across your tongue, your body arching in pleasure. You feel the metallic ball of his piercing run over your tongue in a wistful want, you wrap your own around it before kissing him at the same intensity. Chan's groan hits back through the air in barely a whisper as you swallow most of the sound. Immediately, you let go of his lips and your hand reaches out for his cock slowly coated in precum, you squeeze it softly.

Before you can think straight, you can sense Chan holding his cock in his hand to position himself and with a mere grunt, he enters through your twitching core. His thick girth pushes your walls apart as they move further down into you. Your grip on his deltoid slips to his biceps, desperate to catch hold of something. All that leaves your mouth are parched breaths and desperate moans. 

The lewd noises from his dick seeping through your wetness to enter you and stretch you out resonates through the wall only to hit back to both of your ears. Chan's gaze shifts downwards to watch his cock spread open your lips and disappear into your being — all it does to the demon is excite him more. 

You feel the piercings against your wall, dragging across your softness. The slight dentations cause you to moan as Chan moves it against it over and over again, ensuring to hit your spot as much as possible with every thrust. 

"You're dripping all over my cock, fuck," he grunts as he slips out only to thrust back in carefully. You grind back this time round, trying to match his pace with your fragile body. It takes you aback when you feel Chan grow into his complete girth inside you, stretching you out with an intense burn.

"Daddy," you choke out, words caught in the back of your throat. "Too big, ah."

“No, it’s not, princess," he bites his lip. "We both know you can take it. You're doing so well,” Chan coos. You find him slowing down with every thrust, making sure you are alright. His fingers ghosts right adjacent to your side, caressing your breasts with affectionate touches. 

Slowly, the pain fades away, only to be replaced by a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The hard metal of his piercings drag against the sensitive nerves of your wet core, enough to stimulate every other nerve in your body, rubbing it over and over again. 

Chan notices your face calming and how you were truly living in the moment. He takes this as a sign enough to thrust quicker, metal piercings striking the spot furiously. The sudden intrusion has your lips parting, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out in ecstasy. Your thighs, that quake, spread apart to take more of him, to let him have more control over you. Your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock tightly and magnifying the thick length of his. The moment his length pokes at the end of your cervix, you jerk, throat drying up instantly as a reaction. He was so thick and so full that he reached all the way to your cervix, ready to show you what it truly is like being fucked by a demon.

Chan grunts as he presses his hand down on your belly after pressing a short kiss. There is a slight bulge and Chan loves how you are, almost as if you are made for him. This leads your wall to press around him. His length pulses against your walls and you feel him completely, in his length and girth. Your walls ripple around his length accepting him completely — in his large, engorged, thick length.

"Fuck, I love this. Hell, I love how your juices coat my length and your lips kiss around my cock. Perfectly fitting my cock as if you were made for me,” he mutters. "Aren't you? You're mine. All mine." 

“So pretty, princess,” he coos. With every thrust of his length into you, your body is jolted back and forth, rocking the bed loudly, at an impeccable strength along with your boyfriend's.

In between all the thrusts of his cock, the way his piercings mercilessly drags inside you, triggering every single nerve bundle ever to exist in your body, you feel the clouds of euphoria come at your being. You slowly find yourself losing your being into the sheer bliss of Chan's actions.

With one more rough thrust, you are unable to hold back and with a loud cry, you come undone around Chan's cock. Feeling your walls clamp vigorously around his length, he lets out a deep growl and continues to thrust his hips into you. It is these thrusts that draw out your orgasm, bringing forth waves of bliss and euphoria, slowly seeming to shut down all your senses. The results of your intense orgasm still fluctuate through you. Your thighs tremble and toes curl. Your walls wrap so tightly around his cock that it drives him close.

His cock pulsates in your warmth and you know it too. "Oh fuck! That’s it, princess,” Chan groans out. He thrusts back into you messily, trying to keep up with the same initial pace. However, he falls out of the same relentless thrusting in the pursuit of his own orgasm. Burying his cock as deep into you, he erupts inside of you. He plays with your clit and comes undone in your core as he swears under breath, unfiltered compliments showered upon you. 

His thick cum fills you up. Buried deep, he empties everything of his load, coating your walls with thick stripes of his residue. Slowly, you find yourself back to your senses, body more alive, having ridden yourself of the giddiness of your orgasm. Your body shudders under him in your haze of orgasm.

Chan pulls out his softened cock out from you, glistening under the coated mixture of yours and his orgasm. He holds you close and rubs the side of your face gently as he compliments you, "You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you."

You kiss his lips in response, a soft, chaste one. Chan continues showering you with compliments as he falls by your side, holding you close into his sweaty naked being. He lifts himself soon enough to attend to you when you pull him down, locking him with your grip on his wrist.

"Let me take care of you, baby."

"Five minutes more, please." You look at him with a puppy like expression and Chan sighs, knowing fully well that there would be no way that he could deny your request. 

"Fine, princess," he rubs your hair away from your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer into his chest. 

"Chan?"

"Hm?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Chan chuckles, kissing the top of your head and then your forehead as he teases, "You worked too much for a Valentine's Day, baby."

"Please," you stretch the syllable and speak into Chan's chest. "If anything, it is the wildest one I've ever lived to attend."

And as Chan holds you through the night, attending and taking care of you, his phone beeps soon enough,

[1] Voicemail from Changbin Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful and to you too, Chan. Call me back when you hear this. Bye.

[1] Message from Jisung This is how technology works??!!!! Oh my God. Fancy. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. This goes down in my history as best Valentine's Day ever, bitches. P.S. Best sex ever too. Let's have a foursome sometime soon.

[noodles-and-oodles]

How dare you be so talented!! 😤 i love ur writings sm its unhealthy lol may i request the vice dorm leaders confessing/ or maybe trying to woo their gn!crush hcs pretty please with a cherry on top? Ace dont eat the cherry cuz i read the ones for azul and i just had to get the vice dorm leaders in there cuz i wuv em so much (>/////<) thank you noodle senpai 😘

Ahhh I’m glad you’re enjoying! lol it’s just the crack and idiot energy 🥴 thank you though hehe. Thank for you for requesting and I hope this is to your liking!

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Trey Clover

Trey will use what he’s good at to woo you, whether it be baking you treats or helping you out with something. He’ll always be available for you so please, don’t hesitate to come find him

He will definitely drop loooots of hints, heart shaped cookies, subtle compliments, and he’ll even ask you to bake with him. He’ll show off his skills, make that corny oyster joke, and just overall keep you entertained!

God forbid ADeuce finds out about his crush on you, they’ll certainly be butting their nosey asses in any chance Ace they get when they see you two together. Deuce will do his best to make Trey out to be the coolest senpai in the world while Ace will just outright say “wouldn’t it be pretty cool to date Trey-senpai?”

Trey’s mortified and tells you to brush off whatever they said to you but when you don’t deny or reject, Trey sees an opening. Maybe you actually found the idea of dating him appealing and this was the time to up the stakes? Trey will from then on do his best to make sure it’s CRYSTAL clear that he likes you

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie knows he doesn’t have much to offer, so he’ll also have to use what he already has in order to get you to notice him. He’ll offer to do things for you, without expecting anything in return and is always up for helping you out

The hyena is so sweet…if you have a favorite lunch from the cafeteria he’ll be first in line to make sure he can get it for you. He’ll even trade with others if he can just do you can have it, anything for you

He’d probably want to ask someone for advice but Jack and Leona are clearly no help so he turns to your friends, the ADeuce combo, in hopes that they would have some intel (they don’t)

Eventually, he’ll just realize that being himself will have to do. He’ll make some jokes, hoping to see your smile and slowly but surely will try to throw in some subtle brushes of your hands to see how you react

Jade Leech

Jade’s way of wooing is just so…Jade. Don’t be surprised if this man gives you a mushroom at some point, it’s really just his way of sharing his hobby with you in hopes that you’ll take interest in it as well. Maybe not as much as him but enough to keep a conversation going

He’s a natural tease, it’s just how he shows his sadistic tendencies affection, cause he likes seeing your many expressions whether it’s you smiling, blushing, or even pouting. He loves them all! However, sad tears is the exception, he doesn’t tolerate anyone making you upset, even himself

This eel is ever the gentleman but it increases tenfold when you are around, he only wants you to have the most pleasant experiences with him unlike others who don’t get to see the nice side of him often

Jade is patient because idealistically, he wants you to confess first and if you do, he’ll ask for reaffirmation a few times, that way he knows for sure that he didn’t accidentally scare you into confessing, he knows he’s pretty intimidating so it would make him feel better to get a positive response from you first

Jamil Viper

Unfortunately for Jamil, he quite literally doesn’t have the time to try to woo you really. In between all of his work, chores, and taking care of Kalim that leaves not a lot of time for him to try and fight for your affections

It frustrates him but don’t worry, since he really really likes you, he’ll make time to see you. You’ll likely wonder how it is that he can spend time with you when he’s so busy but who knows, maybe that actually makes you happy (I know I would be) But also worried at the same time ahhh

Small gifts are his go to method! For someone that doesn’t have time to spare, he can brainstorm things that will be quick but thoughtful that you may like. Snacks, thoughtful but small notes, and if he has extra time he may even gift you with some handcrafted jewelry that he made himself

I also like to believe that if he had a day off, he’d totally ask you to spend it with him or something. Just talking, relaxing, and spending time with his crush is probably a dream to him since he so rarely gets to have a proper conversation with you, even when you see each other in the halls

Rook Hunt

Rook is everything but quiet about his crush on you, he’s always complimenting you from the moment he sees you til the moment you guys have to unfortunately part ways with one another. His way of showering you with his affections can even be a bit overbearing at times

Poems, lavishes of love letters, and most importantly, his undying loyalty. He’ll ask you to do even the most random things, his only reason being that he wants to spend time with you. Rook’s dramatics are always a good mood setter, you’re entertainment will surely be guaranteed anytime you two are together

He does his best to learn everything about you!! From the things you like, dislike, love, hate, and even small habits that you may have. Rook will memorize them and store them for later usage when it comes time for him to give you his routinely shower of affection <3

Rook tries his best to not scare you off but even he can’t help gushing at your beauty, as a man that proclaims to love beautiful things, it wouldn’t be in his nature to just not say anything lol. He’ll compliment you til your ears fall off and whew boy, his confession (the one he isn’t giving every day I mean) will be so romantic you may just cry

Ortho Shroud

Ortho baby!! He won’t be included in this 🙇‍♀️

Lilia Vanrouge

Haha, Lilia is such a trickster, it’d be hard to tell if he’s just teasing you or if he actually really does like you. He may play a joke on you every now and then, but he likely doesn’t mean anything by them. It’s more for his own…data collecting

Despite all his tomfoolery, Lilia is a smooth talker! With many years of age comes great experience so it’s no surprise that he knows just the right things to say to sweep you off your feet. He’s also got all the dad jokes, words of advice whenever you need them, and most importantly, an ear whenever you want someone to talk to

Lilia loves conversations with you, even if they’re really random. He sees them as a great opportunity to get to know you even more, making sure to remember what you’ve told him and using it to surprise you later. Just a bunch of small things here and there in hopes that you’ll notice that he really is listening to you when you confide in him!

This fae is pretty talented in many different areas, instruments being one of them. Who knows, he may dedicate a song to you one day or teach you how to play an instrument so that the two of you can play together! Lilia’s holding onto his lucky knickers that through doing this he’ll finally be able to manage to worm his way into your heart!

[polyghostfacehours]

I have a request for poly!ghost face with an s/o who is chubby but very intent on wearing short and tight clothes. What do you think they’ll say and do about that??

Ooooh sure I'll tackle that for ya. Sorry this took so long! I wasn't sure what to write since I'm not plus-sized myself, I really really hope this is good for ya!

TW: Female Reader. Couple of NSFW lines near the end.

Poly!Ghostface! x Chubby!Reader Who Wears Short/Tight Clothing

Well, firstly, Billy and Stu wouldn't date anyone they aren't physically attracted too. So if they're with you it's safe to say they think you're pretty damn hot.

Bc Billy is demisexual, his attraction to you isn't instant, so it may seem like he isn't into you at first. But that's just because his sexual attraction works in direct correlation with how much he's into you as a person.

So once he gets to know you then, if he vibes with you, you don't have to worry about him not being attracted to you physically. Bc if he dates you it means he likes what he sees, a lot.

Stu is bi so if he's dating you that meant he had most likely insta attraction. I'm talking damn they thicc insta-nut kinda reaction.

Your insistence on wearing tight clothes isn't something they'll really react to. It's just like, if that's your default setting then, yeah, they like what they see.

Billy's misogyny issues won't go away just cause you're thicc tho, so you can expect him to make some slut-shame-y comments. This can mellow out if you put effort into telling him why it's wrong, but it'll take work.

Stu will back you up tho. He loooves his S/O to look good and show them off.

Billy's confident in himself, but just like with Stu he gets jealous if someone is giving you too much attention for his liking due to your clothing choices. If he feels like he has to, he'll mark up your skin in areas you tend to show off the most to send a message to you and everyone else.

Stu gropes you a loooot at parties. He's a p touchy feely guy in general, but this is double so if you have stuff to squeeze and grab. Billy's a skinny-slim fucker, so having his other S/O contrast that is like *chef's kiss* to him.

Billy won't grope you in public, but in private hoo boy get ready. Boy's got yaoi hands, they're fucking huge (srsly can't get over that hallway scene with him lol) so you can expect tons of grabbing over various parts of your body.

Billy loooves you sitting in his lap, because unlike Stu's boney ass, you feel comfortable and warm. He can get particularly cuddly because of how nice it feels to have you sitting on him.

Stu likes you sitting on him cause then he gets to feel your skimpily clad thicc ass rest on his dicc :^).

Thigh fucking thigh fucking thigh fucking. Titfucking titfucking titfucking. They'll make as much use as they can of your plusher parts for sure.

Please wear thigh highs god PLEASE wear thigh highs. It drives them nuts.

[duskwood-legacies]

"Unexpected Encounter"

•Fandom: Duskwood

->⚠️Slight Episode 5 spoiler

•Pairing/Character: Jake x MC

•Word Count: nearly 1.8k

•Genre: AU, some fluff🤭

•Request (1) by @letseatarainbow: Heey! 😊I don't know if you're still taking request or ideas for fics, but in case you do... I have some! (I'm just in Ep.4 so there is a loooot of things idk yet) 🙈First one is an AU where Jake and MC both live in the same city, while most of the game story happens, and they meet by accident in a 7-eleven. MC doesn't know what Jake looks lile, so she doesn't recognize him... but keeps looking at him thinking he resembles kind of what she imagines for Jake's appearance.Jake has a little crush on her (perhaps not so little, he just doesn't admit it out loud yet 🤭) and this thing of her smiling to him, a random guy in a store, makes him think that someday a guy more outgoing than him would smile back, and start talking to her, and they'll be together...He feels quite jealous of this imaginary guy, and just when he start going down insecurity lane, MC sends him a text, which makes him feels better and kind of dumb at the same time, and... Damn it. Now he has to pay for his stuff all blushed.

•Authors Note: At the end of the story

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Strolling along the streets of a big, anonymous city, MC allowed herself to let her mind wander around. Thoughts dancing around the investigation, how she found trust and friendship in strangers so quickly, Jake.

A shiver crawled over MC’s skin. Her clothes and the weather didn’t cooperate well, leaving her to feel slightly too cold for her preference.

The city hasn’t been familiar to her for long, only some months ago she found shelter here.

Occasional smiles slipped onto her lips when a stranger made eye-contact, sending a wave of comfort and gratitude through her own bones. Especially when those strangers smiled back.

After being sealed away in her thoughts, the usual look of the local 7-Eleven brought her back around.

Entering the store, the amenity of warmth seep through MC’s skin. She grabbed one of the shopping baskets, going along her way as she mentally went through her shopping list she thought wasn’t necessary to take with her.

Lively melodies of music mixed with the busy moving and doing of citizens. No one mildly paid attention to one another. Here, nearly everyone cared for themselves, brushing the needs and existence of fellows off their minds. At least that’s what the clichés say.

MC went through the aisles. As slow as possible, as fast as necessary. She wasn’t eager to go outside again.

Spiting her efforts to focus, her mind went different places again. MC was fascinated by Hannah’s friends and the pace at which they dedicated their trust to her, a stranger. She was fascinated by Jake, even more so.

He seemed to be someone special since the get-go. His way of using words was unique to her, the boldness he had when he first approached her, the shyness and hesitation within his replies from time to time and, what she loved the most, Jake’s honesty.

A sudden bump followed by a swift apology and hasty hand grabbing her arm fired her back into reality.

Her own eyes crossed with those of a man whose face was filled with surprise the first moment, shock and dizzy traces of joy the next. MC tilted her head sideways, curiosity of a little puppy struck her features. Something felt familiar.

The already mild grip on her arm softened.

“Thank you for the catch” A subtle tease hid in MC’s voice.

“I nearly ran you over.”

“So?” MC’s smile returned to her lips, various reasons being the cause for this. “You caught me, nothing happened. Pardon the question, but do we know each other?”

“I am afraid not.”

A skeptical look passed over MC’s face. The man occurred to be a resemblance of her guilty-pleasured fantasies of Jake, his slender frame, uncared hair and pale skin and eyes almost perfectly projected her thoughts to the outside.

Of course it was him. God forbid he’d tell her.

Jake’s mind cluttered, filled with questions and blinded emotions. He perceived her cold skin under his hand, now paying more attention to what she was wearing. Her clothing was unsuitable for the temperatures outside.

He released MC from his grip, attempting to distract his thoughts away from her. His efforts met empty results. She was in front of him, his mind prohibited the permission to simply look away, instead studied all details and features her messenger profile failed to show.

MC cleared her throat, promptly blinking away her own thoughts.

“Excuse me. Is there a reason why you’re staring at me so intensely?” She asked sheepishly, unsure if it was truly Jake, whom she could only visualize in her most vivid dreams until now.

Grabbed by embarrassment and feeling like a deer in the headlights, Jake attempt to regain his demeanor.

“Apologies. You have been staring at me as well.”

“Two peas in a pod” MC grinned. Jake’s effort to disguise a smirk threatened to go down the toilet, MC had already picked up on the subtle twitch of the corner of his mouth. “Stay on topic, okay?”

"Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"

“I have overestimated the temperatures and my own cold tolerance” The words left her with joking tones, serving the sole purpose to hide her surprise. There was a gleam inside her eyes, seizing Jake of all his focus.

His next actions weren’t in limits of his conscious control. He slid off his hooded jacket, stretching his arm towards MC and bravely swallowing the doubts lurking around the corners of his sanity.

A dumbfounded look morphed onto her features, heart beating a little faster. She knew it was the only opportunity she might get. She didn’t want to hesitate, didn’t want to think of the possibility of not seeing Jake again for eternity.

MC grasped the jacket, making sure to graze her fingers along Jake’s to savor the briefest of his warmth. Now, that she was certain it was him.

Their goodbye came to fast for both their liking.

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Within the comfort of his own home, Jake’s heart and mind refused to settle. The utter sweetness and kindness of MC’s smile profoundly refused to leave his mind, robbing him of his focused and concentrated demeanor.

Setting down the bag with groceries, he made his way to the couch and opened his laptop. Barely paying a second thought to it he opened MC’s profile. His heart speeded higher as Jake carefully studied her pictures, fascinated by the shine in her eyes, captivated by the brightness her face mirrored into his gotten-dull life.

She was so much more than the photos. Her smile remarkably exceeded anything they captured.

The beating in Jake’s chest fluttered as he thought about MC smiling at him, a stranger who nearly knocked her to the ground with his inattentiveness. He wondered, does she present her gentle smile to anyone who looks her in the eye?

The thought of it made his own fade. Kindness laid rooted deep in MC’s nature, the probability of her doing so was unpleasantly high.

Colville wasn’t known to be friendly nor sympathetic. People here mostly went on with their days, swiftly forgetting any manner of hospitality dedicated to them. Jake’s mind went to unimaginable countless scenarios.

One day a guy more outgoing and providing than Jake may recognize the tenderness, smile back and take MC’s heart by storm. Take her to places he never could, grant her the warmth and love he had locked away for eternity. A guy with the ability to serve a future she’s worthy of.

Images of MC holding this guy’s hand clung to Jake’s mind, making his chest clench and stomach twist. All his attempts to rid of those thoughts ran in vain, leaving him to wish the imaginary hand would be his very own.

He couldn’t provide.

All Jake had of MC were the imaginations he refused to acknowledge. Fantasies enabling him to hold her tight, run his fingers over her cheeks; laying with her, entangled in sheets. Thoughts he felt guilty for having, thoughts he loved to contemplate.

All he had was a chase and inability to meet MC’s emotional needs. It was bordering him to insanity.

The sound of an incoming messaged grabbed Jake off guard, taking him back from imaginations of misery to a skipping heart when he gazed upon her name on his display.

MC, 07:11pm:

“Thank you🙂”

Almost immediately his thoughts swept away. Jake typed and erased a message multiple times. He found himself astounded at the matter of MC texting him almost each time his mind went to her. Admittedly, he knew he had been caught promptly. No indicators of reasons for MC to be thanking him were able to be found in their previous conversation, which laid hours back.

How did she recognize him, so fast at that?

MC, 07:11pm:

“The jacket still smells like you. I like it”

The light prickling of doubt evaded MC’s mind, maybe she was mistaken?

Subtle shades of pink and red inched onto Jake’s face. “I like it”. His heart elevated into a higher speed as her words resonated inside his head. This situation was new to him, what was he bound to say? Hesitantly, he typed the only words he was capable of telling her.

Jake, 07:11pm:

“I am pleased you like it.”

MC, 07:11pm:

“Cat got your tongue? 😋”

Jake imagined the chuckle which likely laid on MC’s lips. The heat on his face started to compete with the Californian summer sun, exceeding to levels he hasn’t felt before. No matter how much he tried, the image in his head was too entrancing to push away.

Jake, 07:12pm:

“A little bit. How did you find out?”

MC, 07:12pm:

“I recognized the jacket. It has been burned into my mind from our first call on”

Jake, 07:12pm:

“Apologies.”

MC, 07:12pm:

“I did not say it was something negative”

Not realizing she did, MC smirked at her phone. Jake had managed to capture a special place in her emotions in the shortest brink of time. Abide that, there was a small desire longing to see him again.

The chat was left in silence. Both were filled with uncertainty and words they wanted, but didn’t dare to say. At least, until MC decided to speak up.

MC, 07:13pm:

“I want to give you your jacket back”

Has it only been a minute?

Jake, 07:13pm:

“I am afraid that won’t be possible at this moment.”

MC, 07:14pm:

“And why not?”

Jake’s forehead wrinkled, eyebrows furrowing to a point they nearly meet in the middle. The truth risked her trust in him to dwindle. The bright smile on his face fell, bit by bit. Somehow, the fact of not being able to meet MC again saddened him as much.

Jake, 07:14pm:

“I will be out of town for an indefinite period of time.”

MC, 07:14pm:

“Why are you lying, Jake?”

MC, 07:14pm:

“What are you afraid of?”

Jake loved this ability of hers, despite it playing against him at the time. Unlike him, she didn’t need emoji’s nor periods, question or exclamation marks to understand emotions and lies behind a simple text message.

He knew their stubbornness would play against them. Jake assumed he’d be the one to back down in this argument. On the other hand, something trusting lingered inside him. Something trusting combined with his logical parts. She’d understand this rather extraordinary truth and back away for her own sake… right?

Jake, 07:15pm:

“MC, I am a hacker wanted by the government.”

MC remained quiet for a brief second, gaze hung on Jake’s message. A mysterious sparkle cradled in her eyes, a low laugh she failed to suppress filling her room. This was so twisted, she would have almost labeled it hilarious. She began to type out a message.

MC, 07:16pm:

“Seems like we share the same fate😄”

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A/N: Hi!💕 Thank you a lot @letseatarainbow for giving me my very first requests, I was so excited about it!! I hope the story meets what you have imagined🌿💕

If there are any inaccuarcies including the 7-Eleven store, I want to apologize, I don't have a 7-Eleven store in the country I live in and I hope you're still able to enjoy the story!🌿

Lastly, thanks a lot to @dreamer-writer-fangirl for helping me out when I was stuck with the story!

See you on the next story!🤭💕🌿

[world-of-horrors-au]

Okay but... While I give you time to think about how to react to me using Slenderman's knee as a back-cracker, how's about smthn that's a bit easier to respond to:

*stares at Slenderman*

*reaches up to try and touch his 'face'*

*fails cuz tiny and he bigg*

*boops da non-existant snoot*

"Boop!"

*runs away cackling like a lil gremlin*

(Reaction to these individual steps plz >:D)

*sigh*

The problem with trying to answer these asks is...

Well for one thing, his name in this au isn't Slenderman, it's the Sadist. And like his name suggests, he's a horrible person who likes to cause suffering to others. I can't react to these individual steps because the best case scenario is, he would not react at all, just write you off as another idiot and go back to what he was doing. Worst case scenario, he'd kill you.

The Sadist is extremely patient with anons but he is not a toy and he is not a manor Slenderman. He is a god of pain from another dimension who created humanity for his own amusement and can fuck with the timeline to fit his needs. He is very fucking powerful and I sometimes write him as being able to see through the forth wall and the people who send asks.

(Though reminder, he is not real, he is fictional, I am playing a game and assuming all of you are playing along. He can't hurt you. Okay? Good.)

What I'm saying is, if you want to have me be able to answer your asks, you're gonna have to show him a loooot more respect if you want a positive result.

Sorry