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[vampirerings]

if you have a tdick and wanna fuck your partner highly recommend holding their legs up and slamming your hips against theirs. even if your dick isn’t big enough to penetrate it feels good and like your fucking them, and extra good if your partner also has a tdick you can knock against

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Do You Need to Let Go Of?

Hello beautiful people! Today is Saturday aka Saturn Day. In honor of Saturn Day, the day associated with banishment, protection and responsibility. Today is the day we let go of what no longer serves us; the day where we can no longer ignore what sits heavy on our spirits. So without further ado, please choose your Saturn.

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Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-6)

PILE ONE: “No More Mr. Nice Guy” is what I heard. I feel like you tend to have a lot of love & compassion for people. This doesn’t necessarily translate over to the other person/people though. You need to stop being so nice, Pile One. I think you have a lot of growing up to do. There is good and bad in everyone but what really matters is how this person makes you feel. Stop caring about the feelings of other people if you aren’t going to take yourself into consideration. This is why you always get taken advantage of. It’s okay to be a moody bitch sometimes. Having a sunny disposition 24/7 just isn’t realistic. Don’t act naive when you know the truth about certain situations. Move intentionally and with wisdom. If you don’t think they won’t do that, think again.

Cards Used: The Star, King of Cups, 7 of Cups, The Fool, The Moon, The Tower, Judgment.

PILE TWO: The movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind may resonate with you. I feel like you need to let go of your ex, seriously. You don’t have to forget about them but you do need to move past this person. They have caused much turmoil in your life, especially when it comes to your mental health. They could have indirectly negatively affected your finances as well. But there is someone else who is on the horizon. They want you to see the bigger picture. They want to show you better. If you have been writing notes about what you would like to see in your future partner, expect for these qualities to show up in someone that will soon approach you. They have a beautiful, colorful aura and they will let you shine. Your ex fucked you up bad but you can recover from this. Don’t be afraid to see what love has in store for you, my love.

Cards Used: King of Cups, The Magician, 2 of Cups (RX), The Star, The High Priestess, 5 of Wands, Judgment, Strength, The Fool.

PILE THREE: You’re a Virgo/Sagittarius, aren’t you? You don’t have to know and control everything, honey. Let go of the need to be involved in everything. You have been neglecting your soul’s needs. You have a lot of potential to grow but you don’t know how to accept help nor do you allow yourself to just be. You’re so uptight and burnt out right now. It would benefit you to just walk away from stress-inducing situations. If you know you can’t take that extra shift at work, why even bother? Who are you trying to please? You are making it hard for yourself to maneuver through this world peacefully because you do not know how to enjoy what’s in front of you. If only you could see the beauty of your labor. Slow down. Why are you going so hard for? You’re so used to making things happen that you get frustrated when things don’t work out your way. A word of advice: Please just allow time to do its thing. Don’t work against it.

Cards Used: The Sun (RX), Ace of Cups, Strength, 2 of Discs (RX), King of Wands, 7 of Wands (RX), 3 of Discs, 10 of Swords, The Magician, The Hierophant.

PILE FOUR: Christmastime must be your favorite time of the year, huh? I feel like you could also have a strong connection to Mariah Carey as well. Her book is on my mind heavy as I’m reading for you. I feel like you are so used to dysfunctional relationships. You have the tendency to move fast with people. I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they ain’t going nowhere! Let go of your lovebombing tendencies and show up as your real self. I don’t think you see this as that but it is. You don’t seem to be big on communication. I don’t think you had the best role models for any kind of relationship so you just do what you know. But this does not translate well with other people, which results in chaos. Unpack why you interact with others the way that you do. You too, have a lot of growing up to do, my friend.

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, King of Swords, Queen of Cups (RX), Four of Wands (RX), Ace of Wands (RX), The High Priestess, 8 of Wands, 3 of Cups.

PILE FIVE: “Shut up and dance.” No seriously, shut up and dance. I feel like you are someone that refuses to be seen dancing in public or just in general. There is no need to feel like that. Let go of your shyness, babe. I feel like you actually have good dance moves, you just don’t want to be seen for some reason. Dancing will help you get more comfortable in the spotlight. You have gotten too comfortable in your little bubble. The next time someone asks you to dance, accept the offer (especially if it’s zydeco, salsa or kompa 🙈). You’re never too cute to dance, pookie.

Cards Used: The Hermit, Knight of Discs, The Chariot, 6 of Wands, The Empress, King of Discs (RX).

PILE SIX: Why are you wasting your time arguing with everyone? You need to master the art of preserving your energy. Let go of the need to prove yourself/defend yourself to other people. You exist just like everyone else on this planet but somehow you always end up in a verbal altercation. Is it worth it? I’m sure there’s plenty of alternative options you could choose. Just walking away could do you some good. You are the type of person to catch someone in a lie. Instead of cursing them out, you could just laugh in their face or block them. You could channel this energy into something else. It is normal to experience anger. But just know that you could always get in trouble if you never control it properly. Get a handle on your emotions. Be more logical & cutthroat. I think you definitely could benefit from taking the high road. Your soul is tired. Give it up, babe.

Cards Used: Knight of Swords, Queen of Swords, The Lovers, 8 of Cups, Ace of Swords, The Hermit, Justice, The Moon, The Star.

[beachylupin]

Werewolves of London || Remus Lupin x American!Fem!Reader

i've crawled out of writing slump hell to publish this. i really hope you all enjoy. feedback is always appreciated :-) let me know if you'd like to see more! <3 pt. 2 here word count: 3.6k warnings: talking about children being turned, mentions of a weapon, maybe a few swear words, i literally can't think of anything else

“You’re looking for the Leaky Cauldron in London,” the gruff-sounding man said over the phone. “Where are you calling from?”

“Heathrow?” You said, sounding confused. Where else would you be calling from? “Am I supposed to be somewhere else?”

“Right…” he muttered into the phone, shushing the person who was talking behind him. “You didn’t apparate to King’s Cross from there?”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to,” you mumbled as he said, “Could’ve just apparated instead of just taking a plane.”

“Have you apparated across an ocean?” You quipped, and he stopped grumbling. “Listen, I’ll figure it out, okay? Should I catch the tram to King’s Cross and call you when I get there? Or would you like me to apparate to somewhere I’ve never been?”

“Just take the bloody tram. We’ll send someone to meet you,” he grumbled, half-talking to the person behind him before hanging up abruptly.

You stood confused for a beat before hanging up the phone, quietly apologizing to the person behind you for taking so long.

Following the signs, you made it to the tram, boarding just before the doors closed.

You sat, keeping your luggage on your lap and you looked around at the other passengers. You were sure they could tell you weren’t from here.

You had on a long, leather duster jacket, hiding a dark green top and a pair of black bell bottoms. Tapping your heels to the song playing on your walkman, you ignored them, staring out the window at the underground darkness.

It wasn’t strange being called somewhere else. As someone who worked as an herbalist and potioneer who specialized in harvesting monkshood and brewing the difficult potion invented a few years prior, this was your job.

You were a board member of the Lycanthropy Regulation and Control Committee at the Magical Congress of the United States of America. It was your duty to try and prevent them from coming into towns and completely ravaging them by giving them wolfsbane when they were caught.

Wolfsbane, monkshood, or aconite was deadly. If it was harvested by someone inexperienced, they could simply die. For a lycanthrope, this was their saving grace. This miracle plant is what kept them human.

You were here to help develop a type of werewolf resolution, Project Blue, for what a leader of sorts, Mr. Moody, had called “The Order.” You thought of this group as the resistance to whatever race war had been started here.

This resolution would be developed in secret by both you and the maker of the wolfsbane potion, Damocles Belby, and it had to remain a secret. You had received a list of names that could know exactly what you were doing attached to a different letter from Mr. Dumbledore, and you assumed the rest were to be left in the dark.

Mr. Dumbledore also gave you a protector, who was called Moony. You were given specific instructions to board with this Mr. Moony and tell nobody only if they told you the code word: blue. To anyone unsuspecting, blue is just a color, but to someone who knew about the project, it meant the color of the solution: wolfsbane.

The war really must have been in full swing, and considering that you were an American half-blood, you were stepping into dangerous territory.

Sure, the United States had its fair share of war, but it was the mixing pot of the world. Pure blood, half blood, or no-maj born: a wizard was a wizard. You had always been treated just the same.

Werewolves, however? They were something else completely. The United States werewolf was one of the most dangerous creatures in the world. Having endless room to roam, they often lived outside of civilization, only coming in when they needed someone new to join their tribe.

This meant taking the children in quiet towns and turning them into werewolves so that by the time that they were fully grown and strong, they had no memories of being a human. 

These were the werewolves that you typically saw: mangy, feral, and insisting that they didn’t need wolfsbane. Nearly all of them had never taken it before, spending their whole werewolf existence in the wild, losing themselves completely, even when they weren’t in their wolf form.

It was devastating, not only for the families of these children, but for the werewolves that were doing their part to prevent anyone else from getting this terrible disease.

The werewolves of London and the surrounding area were almost always docile. Having taken wolfsbane from the moment they turned, they’d given up the desire to live a feral life.

However, there was a pack that was a danger to The Order. A pack that led the American lifestyle and stayed away unless they needed a new member. One led by Fenrir Greyback. A name that put shivers down anyone’s spine.

The tram screeched to a stop at King’s Cross, and you got off, immediately finding a phone. You dialed the number again.

“Who am I looking for?” You asked as a now different louder man coughed.

“Uhhh-” He cupped the receiver, his shouting muffled. “Aye! Who’d we send again?” Someone answered him and he loudly removed his hand. “A blonde girl! My age! Pretty.”

“How am I supposed to know your age?” You asked, looking around for a blonde girl. “I can’t see you.”

“Oh… Um, right,” he mumbled, covering the receiver again. “Hey! How would you describe Marlene?!” His shouting was muffled again, but this time, the phone was forcibly taken from him, a girlish huff breathing into the receiver.

“Right, you’re looking for a girl named Marlene McKinnon.” This girl sounded exasperated, shushing the laughter behind her. “She left here wearing leather trousers and a feather duster coat. ‘M sure she’s wearing a beret,” she said as you looked around King’s Cross.

You found who fit the bill immediately, dressed in exactly what the girl described.

“I found her! Thank you!” You breathed. “I’ll probably see you in a little bit.”

“Most likely!” She sounded like she was smiling. “Goodbye, and safe travels!”

Hanging up the phone, you picked your luggage up again, weaving through the small crowd to where the pretty blonde was standing.

She looked to be about in her late teens. Her makeup was sparkly and dark, and she had on about a million necklaces. The feather duster coat was gaudy. Nearly everything about her was gaudy.

“Marlene?” You asked as soon as you approached her. You introduced yourself, taking her ringed hand into your gloved one.

“You must be our gal!” She said, pulling you into a tight hug. “How was your flight?”

You shrugged. “Long.”

“Bloody hell, I can only imagine,” she said, her hand still in yours as she pulled you through the station. “Leaky is just a few blocks down!”

Marlene finally let go of your hand as soon as you were out of the busy station and in the rainy September air. “Have you been to London before?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never been over the ocean.”

“Ooh, first time?” She asked, her eyebrows raised. “We’ll have to show you a good one then.”

“Well, I’m here on business,” you said, desperately trying to keep up with her. “I’m not sure if I’ll have enough time to have fun.”

“How long are you here for?” She asked.

You shrugged, genuinely not knowing. “However long it takes for it to get developed.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s it?”

“I’m not supposed to disclose that information,” you said quietly, looking at your feet. At least to you.

Marlene glanced at you, her expression unreadable. “Well, I’m sure you’ll still have time.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, but not wanting to argue, you continued on after her, your luggage clattering on behind you.

The Leaky Cauldron was a hole-in-the-wall type of pub. It was no wonder they were allowed to be in downtown London without worrying about no-majs coming in.

It was fairly busy, and Marlene quickly bee-lined to the back where there was a secluded table full of people. She mumbled something before sitting down, and they all turned to look at you as you excused yourself past a group of open-mouthed witches.

“Hi everyone,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ears once you set your luggage down. You scanned their surprisingly young faces. “Who was the first person I talked to on the phone? Um.. Mr. Alastor M-” Moony? Moody?

“Moody?” The raven-haired boy said. You nodded, eyebrows raised hopefully. “He left.”

“He left?” You asked, scoffing when everyone at the table nodded. “Why?”

“You took too long,” he replied as if it was an easy answer. “He’ll be ‘round tomorrow morning with everyone else.”

“I told you that you’d have time,” Marlene said, smiling tightly. “Things don’t get done around here unless you stick us to it. The rest of ‘em are old.”

“They’re busy,” another boy corrected her.

“Great,” you sighed. “Well, in that case-” You pinched off your leather gloves and stuck your hand out to the raven-haired boy, introducing yourself.

“Sirius Black,” he said, shaking your hand enthusiastically. “It’s nice to meet you!”

You nodded then looked at the bespeckled boy. “Tell me your name is something easy to remember,” you teased, smiling at the other boy.

“I’m James,” he said, and you sighed a breath of faux relief.

“I’ll remember that one,” you said, smiling at the rest of the group.

James then pointed to the blonde boy. “That’s Peter. Next to him is Lily, and this-”

You could tell immediately who he was. Mr. Dumbledore, who you still hadn’t met yet, had told you that there was indeed a werewolf in “The Order,” and up until this point, you couldn’t discern who. 

But he looked the part, down to the claw-like scars that riddled his face. He didn’t look dangerous. He looked the least dangerous of them all, dressed like an old man in a funky blue and brown sweater and dingy jeans. You couldn’t tell if he was a teen or fifty from the way he held himself, but considering his friends, you decided he was on the younger side of the spectrum.

“Remus,” he said, smiling slightly.

“Remus,” you repeated. You held his gaze for a beat longer before clearing your throat. “Well, it’s nice to meet all of you.” You glanced at your luggage then back at the table.

He glanced at your luggage as well, meeting your eyes with a look that said, “Leave it.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Sirius pulled out a chair for you, patting it so you’d sit.

You obliged, looking around the table.

“I was hoping Moo-” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember his name. Not Moony. “Um, Alastor?”

“Moody,” Sirius finished for you, exchanging a look with James.

“Yeah, Moody was going to be here to set me up with the right person, but I see that might not happen tonight,” you said, settling into your seat.

“Well, who exactly are you looking for?” James asked, looking around the group. “We might be able to set you up with…” He baited you, waiting for the name.

“I’m not supposed to disclose that information with you,” you mumbled, looking down. “It’s… It’s all very secretive, I know, but I got very detailed instructions about what I’m supposed to do and who I’m supposed to discuss and do it with.” You threw a pained smile at the group. “Your names aren’t on that list…” You glanced at Remus, then sent your gaze at the table. “Only a few can know right now.”

“So we can know nothing?” Sirius asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sure you’ll know eventually,” you suggested and sighed when he rolled his eyes. “I’m really sorry. I wish I could tell you.”

“What can we know?” Marlene asked, causing you to shrug.

“What do you want to know?” You countered, glancing at the small group.

Lily stared at you with narrowed eyes. “What do you do in America?”

“I work for the Magical Congress of the United States,” you answered simply. “I’m a herbalist and potioneer.”

The girls cocked their heads.

“How old are you?” Peter asked, resting his cheeks on his hands.

“Nineteen.”

“And you work for them at nineteen?” Peter acted shocked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah?”

Peter humphed, sitting back in his chair. “Carry on.”

“Have you always lived in America?” James asked, and you nodded.

“Where do you live in America?” Sirius asked.

“I kind of move from place to place depending upon the need for me,” you replied. A few of them furrowed their eyebrows. “Home base is New York City, though.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Marlene asked. “They needed you for something?”

You paused, shrugging slightly. “Yes?”

“For herbalism and potions,” Lily clarified, and you sighed, shrugging.

“I suppose,” you said. “I’m not going to tell you why I’m here.”

Lily pursed her lips. “I’ll figure it out. Just give me a moment.”

“I really don’t think you will,” you said, your eyebrows pinched together. “I haven’t given you anything to work off of.”

But Lily ignored you, her eyes closed as she thought. Marlene was next to her, trying to piece it together.

“Remus,” Sirius said, leaning to look at him. “You’re awfully quiet over there. Do you have any dying questions for the girl at the stand?”

Remus, who had been all but paying attention, hummed, looking at you.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked.

Sirius and James let out a laugh.

“Really?” Peter asked, hands hitting the table. “We’re in a Sherlock type mystery and you ask what her favorite color is?”

“It’s an important question,” Remus replied, shrugging. He looked back at you, hopeful.

“Blue,” you said, and he narrowed his eyes.

“Blue?” He repeated, and you nodded. A knowing smile grew on Remus’ face. “Interesting.”

“How is that bloody interesting?” Sirius asked. “It’s blue. Everything is bloody blue.”

Remus simply shrugged, glancing at you again. “Just… fitting.”

You narrowed your eyes. He must’ve been the one that Mr. Dumbledore called Moony.

“What’s yours?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Green,” he said, smiling. Sirius looked between the two of you.

You nodded, looking around. “Any other questions?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “What does he know?”

You glanced at Remus. “Probably as much as you.”

Remus confirmed your suspicion with a nod.

“Well, we’ll figure you out,” Lily said, leaning her head on Sirius’ arm. “Before you tell us.”

“Where are you staying?” James asked, glancing at Lily and Sirius. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you stayed with us.”

“I actually have a room booked here,” you lied, pushing yourself up from the chair. “I should probably see if it’s ready for me.”

“Right,” James said, smiling slightly as he stood. “We should be off, shouldn’t we?” He asked, reaching for Lily’s hand. She took it, allowing herself to be pulled up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“We have an early morning,” Sirius said, glancing at Marlene. “You ready?”

Marlene nodded, getting up. “It was nice meeting you,” she said curtly.

“Yeah, it was nice meeting all of you,” you replied, watching Remus stand, nose crinkled as his knee popped.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Sirius said, looking at Lily. “We’ll have you figured out by then.”

You sighed. “Please don’t try to figure me out.”

“Too late,” Lily said sweetly, her hand in James’ as she started pulling him out of the pub.

James waved a goodbye to you and Marlene tailed the two of them out with Sirius following slightly behind. He turned around.

“You coming, Moony?” He asked, and Remus shook his head.

“I need a night cap,” he said, waving Sirius away. “Don’t worry about me.”

Sirius took this dismissal with a raised eyebrow, slightly shrugging before walking away.

“Moony?” You said quietly, crossing your arms over your chest. “That isn’t a very clever nickname.”

“Neither is Bane, but I didn’t say anything,” he quipped, reaching to take your luggage but you beat him to it.

“Bane?” You said, your nose crinkled. “That’s what your leader is calling me?”

“Better than Monk like he originally wanted,” he said, offering you his arm. You looked at it, sighing. “We’re going to have to apparate.”

“I know,” you grumbled, taking his arm. “I just hate doing it.”

“It’s not my favorite thing either,” he said, leading you outside the pub.

The wet sidewalk was clear, allowing Remus to quickly lead you into the alleyway, looking around again.

“Take a breath,” he said, and you did so, the breath leaving you as soon as there was a familiar tug on your navel.

The Eldritch Manor lay before you, half destroyed. It was supposed to be your place to sleep and work. A place to be safe. This didn’t look like a place where you could do any of those things.

Half of the manor was missing, rubble and stones lying in a place where a wing might’ve been. A house fire was possible, but it looked as though something hit the house.

“‘S not much,” Remus said quietly, allowing you to drop his arm. He immediately reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

He could tell you weren’t impressed by the way you straightened, your owlish eyes staring at the half of the house that was still standing.

It was also made of stone, but it was covered in dying ivy, a plant that would’ve flourished in the summer. A gnarled branch weaved its way up the front of the house.

“I wasn’t impressed either,” he said through a puff of his cigarette. “But it’s what we’ve got.”

He stamped out the other half of his cigarette and headed inside, leaving you to follow behind him.

You looked around Remus’ house. It wasn’t huge but it wasn’t tiny. Books and blankets lay on almost every surface, and there was a chill running through the house that you couldn’t quite place. You set your luggage down and toed off your shoes, watching as Remus knelt down in front of the fireplace, busying himself with stacking logs.

“This isn’t where I normally live,” he said, his knees cracking as he stood up from the fireplace. “This is temporary.” He took his wand out, lighting the fire wordlessly.

“Like a safe-house?” You asked, sitting down in a leathery chair, covering yourself with the throw blanket.

“Exactly like that,” he said, sitting down across from you. “Got here a few days ago to make it homey.”

You looked around the small living room. There was an endless supply of books around, as if that’s all he did in his spare time. You leaned, peeking at the kitchenette, where a stove and a fridge sat, looking as if they’d never been used.

“It’s nice,” you said quietly, looking into the fire.

A lull fell over the two of you. Maybe Remus figured that you were tired from your journey, or maybe he didn’t know what to say.

You didn’t have much to say either. This was the first time that you were meeting him, and you only knew a few things about him. First, his name was Remus, and he went by Moony. Second, his favorite color was actually most likely green considering all of the blankets in this house were either green or brown, and third, he was a werewolf who hated being a werewolf.

You didn’t have to ask him to know that. The way he tried to act normal was a telltale sign.

Remus cleared his throat, causing you to turn your attention to him. “So Moody said what you’re working on is… dangerous? And that you needed my help?”

“Sort of,” you sighed, and he continued staring, urging you to go on. “You haven’t been debriefed yet, have you?” you asked, sitting up straighter. He shook his head causing you to sigh again.

“You need to talk with me?” Remus asked.

“I’m actually here to consult with Damocles Belby, the inventor of-”

“Wolfsbane, yeah,” he interjected. 

“Alastor was supposed to set that up tonight, but he left, as you know,” You said, your tone clipped. “Him and I… We’re trying to fashion a type of… explosive to use in case of-”

“A werewolf?” Remus asked, and you reluctantly nodded.

“A feral werewolf,” you corrected him, your mouth tight.

“Ah,” Remus tutted. “So you’re saying someone whose a monster-”

“That’s not at all what I’m saying,” you said quietly as his gaze dropped from yours. “I’m not saying they’re monsters. Werewolves aren’t monsters, but I don’t think you understand the real problem-“

“Moony is… I am the problem,” he quipped, getting up. “I think I understand it quite well. Now, if you’re thinking you’re going to use a bomb on me-”

“I never said it was going to be you-”

“-you’re daft, alright?” He finished over you, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down as he strode across the room.

You scrambled after him. “You’re not part of the problem, Remus!” You called, following him down the hall. “You do your part to prevent the spread! I can tell!”

He snorted, looking at you over his shoulder. “If that’s your way of telling me that you think I’m a virgin, you’re dead wrong.”

Your eyebrows instantly furrowed, taken aback. “Lycanthropy isn’t spread that way,” you muttered more to yourself than to him. You huffed, catching his hand as he rounded the kitchen doorway. He stopped, glaring at you. “You’re not understanding me. You haven’t turned anyone. You’re not biting anyone on full moons, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, good,” you huffed, letting him pull his hand away from yours. “The explosive is for the ones who try their hardest to turn as many innocents as possible. The ones who flock into defenseless villages and towns to kill and turn anyone they see.” You swallowed, your tone quiet, “The ones who turn children.”

Remus’ face turned from sullen to serious as he blinked, eyebrows furrowing. “Why do you need my help?”

“I think you might know where they’re hiding.”

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon to dubcon and back again lol, choking, fingering ( r!receiving ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-three [ shogo makishima + choking ]

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” his voice is low, and unnervingly soft, but damned if it isn’t effective. when he croons to you, his baritone like a siren song, you’re certain to do whatever he wishes. “You’re being very rude.” like now, when your hues flicker upwards. you wished you could find a spot on his forehead, or right between his eyes, to focus on so you wouldn’t be locked into those deadly, golden gems. it’s a hopeless feat, however, because you’re drawn to them, almost if his eyes are magnetized.

and he’s smug once you’re locked in, the heat of his breath on your bottom lip as his couplet hovers just an inch or so from yours, parted etched into a victorious grin. “There she is, the soft and obedient little lamb that I expected you to be.”

and his first two fingers push deeper into you, your thighs clamping around his wrist when they curl, as if beckoning the sensation out of you. you whimper, biting on your lip to repress the sound, loathing how completely unlike you it sounds. so weak. so needy. but his fingers fit so deliciously inside of you. your hips are shameless as they jut forwards, pushing your lower half off the wall to grind against his pumping digits.

“You love this, don’t you?” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours, “How snug my fingers are in that cunt? You feel so euphoric, I can tell by the twinkle in your eyes, and you can’t possibly imagine how this feeling could get better.”

you hated that he was right, but his wrist flicked, as graceful as a cat, and his fingers massage your interior nerves until you’re all but melting butter in his palm. you didn’t have to answer, he can read you like an open book.

“But, I can give that to you.” he murmurs, his soft, addictive couplet ghosting over yours. it takes everything in your power not to angle your face upwards and capture the tiers in a fierce kiss that you know wouldn’t satiate your hunger for him. “I can show you a nirvana your minimal daydreams have never even breached.”

because your want for Shogo was not an ember that could be snuffed out— your desire for him was a raging wildfire that left naught but chaos and torment in its wake within you.

of course, you would never tell him that, but he already knew.

“Do you want me to make you come undone?”

you shake your head, but keep your tiers tightly sealed— fearful that your mouth would betray you and favor the skillful fingers delving inside you, and you would beg him for a release. your hue was already tainted— you knew it was wrong to want a man so carnally, especially a killer like Shogo Makishima, but you couldn’t stop the depravity before it sank deep within you. it also didn’t help that he enjoyed tempting you so.

his eyes are nearly blinding, coruscating as he searches yours, and you know he can see right through the lie, but he’s still smiling. his free hand flees to grip your face, the pad of his thumb dragging along your lower lip. “I was asking as a courtesy, not because I need your permission. You know that, don’t you?” when he squeezes his fingers into your face, hollowing your cheeks, the act forces your lips to purse outwards, and they’re met with his pair crashing into them, devouring them. Shogo’s kiss is so overwhelming that you’re almost swept away, lost at sea within the embrace, and you nearly don’t feel a third finger join the other two, until he twists them, stretching you, and you whine against his lips.

he only chuckles, his hand holding your face steady, “Mm, I know. I know it must be a lot for you to take, but it feels good, doesn’t it? Stretching around my fingers like you’re made of elastic?”

“No—“ but it’s a sultry moan and your eyes flutter. your hips stutter as your body defies your mouth and rubs into his palm, wanting— no, needing more.

he chortles, shaking his head. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me another. You’re giving yourself away, darling.” whilst he speaks, he smears the remnants of his sloppy, forceful kiss over your quivering lips and you can feel his fingers tight on your jaw.

then, only for what had to be a fraction of a second, a thought overtakes your mind. it’s quick, the visage of his hand dropping to grasp your throat instead of your face, and how much you’d enjoy that, and then you force it away from the forefront. but it’s much too late. an expression all too telling paints itself against his flawless countenance— the visage of a god possessed by power and victorious in his conquest of your fragile mentality.

“You are quite the demented, little thing, aren’t you? How badly you yearn to feel my hand on your throat— you know I would crush it, no problem whatsoever, don’t you? And that only has you wetter.”

humiliated with your face on fire, you attempt to turn away, but his fingers dig too fiercely into the vulnerable flesh of your cheeks, and you whine. you want to say no, to shake your head until your neck is sore, but you knew that your body was the traitor. no matter how much you lied to him, told him you weren’t enjoying it, he could feel your desire from the inside.

“I could make you tell me the truth if I wanted, I could finger fuck the pleases and thank yous right out of you.” he chuckles, before the hand upon your face careens downwards to clench a fist around your throat— your breath catches just beneath his palm, and your pulse pounds like a drum under the pad of his thumb, “and it’s not hard to see through your pathetic excuse for a facade, but it is exhilarating to watch you try and fool yourself into thinking this isn’t what you want.” his lips ghost over yours when he whispers, soft and daunting, and you’re hyper aware of the subtle flick of a devious tongue at the seam of your tiers; they part obediently and you exhale a shaky breath on to his face, much to your own dismay. “So, you keep telling me that you don’t love this—“ the pressure on your neck increases, constricting the air flow, and the rhythm between your thighs follows the trend; deep, slow thrusts picking up speed, yet sparing no intensity, until your eyes are rolling back, “and I’ll keep fucking your soft, warm cunt until you’ve nothing left in your fragile, little body to lie. Not an inkling of power, only submission for me.”

[storm-priestess]

☾*✲⋆. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU? ☾*✲⋆.

designed for crushes, but can be used for anyone. if it resonates, it's for you

(arranged 1-2 on top, 3-4 on bottom)

(pictures taken from weheartit)

✲ Pile 1 ☾

a lot of… new energy here. did you just meet? if not, their feelings have recently gone through a change, or they've had a realization…

with the 10 of pentacles in the center, I feel like they were/are focusing on work and then got hit with a love arrow, but what they want to do about that is still up to them

I feel like they are close to moving for a job, with the 6 of swords right next to the 10p, so their plans and feelings don't match up. this does feel relatively new, given the fool and ace of swords, so maybe these feelings aren't strong enough to justify declining a great job or even school opportunity (for some, they could be moving away for college)

either way, there's also a message of returning. they're trying to have faith that if it's meant to be you'll meet again at a better time

all of the lenormand cards i got point to a message, something coming to light, a secret revealed. several things come to mind as to what this could be. I'm thinking a) your feelings are revealed to them, and they (at first) don't know how to feel only to grow affection once the the dirt settles (or they have a grand realization right then and there, which seems a bit less likely but possible); b) they're feelings are revealed; or c) they (or you!) receive a job offer / college acceptance letter that changes the game. either way, a message changes everything

idk who needs to hear this but they're anxious, don't push them. I feel like someone reading this is trying to force affection out of their crush based on pac readings confirming their feelings. give them time, it's a little crazy for them rn (or it will be)

some of you are very intuitive and are very convinced that this is your person, or you will be with them in some romantic context. again, just bc you are ready doesn't mean that they are. just give them some time

i hope you enjoyed the reading! as always feedback is welcome and paid readings are open <3 

✲ Pile 2 ☾

very commanding energy. ngl i got a lil hot under the collar when the first cards came out

they are very insistent to take their own time. the type to hear your confession, reciprocate feelings, but still stay in the teasing or flirting stage bc they are not quite ready to take things to the next level

very 'booked and busy' vibe, they don't feel like a fuckboy, but they have assignments or a competitive job or sports or something that is splitting their attention

it's very passionate (not necessarily 18+, they just have very strong emotions, but they keep them in check well? like they can feel the most lovey dovey way possible but just smirk and go back to doing their homework bc it's due at midnight and they have the control of a fucking steam engine???)

total cap energy, I'll just say it

a lot under the surface as well? I feel like they show very little on their face, maybe they always seem in control and calm, but that's definitely not true. things get to them sometimes

bit of an escapist. has some self doubt and uses work or possibly relationships to escape from things they can't change or require a lot of effort to change. just make sure you're not just a distraction, as that could possibly happen

oh holy hot damn the 'true love' card popped out of the oracle deck, and then the 'wishes will be granted' card 😳 yall

this person is used to getting what they want, at least with people. maybe they fall in love a lot as well. but I would be dumb not to mention the very obvious possibility with these cards that they reciprocate your feelings

overall, they have a very fiery energy when it comes to love and perhaps are used to being chased, so be cautious and make sure that if you want commitment and a serious relationship you are getting it

the 'devotion' card also popped out as I was putting the cards away… just put your foot down and you will be more likely to get commitment out of this person. don't settle!!!

i hope you enjoyed the reading! as always feedback is welcome and paid readings are open <3

✲ Pile 3 ☾

if you guys are friends with your crush and have been getting mixed signals from them, this pile is for you

they're thinking about this connection way too much, so many cerebral cards came out

but also the 10 of cups???

I feel like they overanalyze every single thing you say and do, they are going crazy trying to decipher you

I also feel like they're not entirely sure where they want this connection to go? there's a lot of affection here, but part of it just seems like they'd be happy to have you in their life in any form

maybe they get that you're interested and are debating just going for it, bc they don't want to lose the friendship, but also aren't entirely sure that they have romantic feelings for you? they just like you so much, pile 3

part of them wants to keep things how they are, and are afraid of change, bc they don't know where this could lead and don't want to risk it

even if they do have romantic feelings, their thoughts are on stability. how can they stabilize this relationship? how can they ensure that you both get out of this confusing stage in one piece, holding hands and laughing about it?

might also be a sticky situation like a love triangle or their-ex-is-your-friend type of thing

they do seem very considerate though, they're not just listening to their own feelings but what's best for everyone

oh wow. for some of you this person has had eyes on you since they first saw you and has gotten used to settling for friendship. now they don't know if it's worth changing, since this worked out so well

they're so used to dealing with these feelings alone that they don't realize that the signals you might be sending them are real

they've calmed down a bit only to be thrown back into the arena

godspeed, pile 3 🫡

i hope you enjoyed the reading! as always feedback is welcome and paid readings are open <3

✲ Pile 4 ☾

they seem like they're going to go for it, pile 4

knight of swords and the magician??? not to mention all the cards I pulled with people on them are offering something, facing forward, very direct

they look confident, or at least they are when they're alone, analyzing your interactions

the high priestess is also here, and this particular deck has her smirking, very bold and confident in her intuition. I feel like they somehow know how you feel and are planning on doing something about it

I'm not getting a lot of their emotions, per se, just plans. it's up to you to decide if this person is sincere or just wants to pass the time

they could possibly be using relationships to validate themselves? insecurity or a past with heartbreak could make this person eager to show that they're desirable

again, emotions aren't being shown very much here, so either they don't have much of an emotional attachment to you or they are so far in the game that they have already decided to put their heart on the line and act, not contemplate feelings anymore 

yeah no I hate to say it but there is a bit of a playboy vibe here. protect your energy, pile 4, only go for this if you are okay with where it could lead

omg the charms that came out have me cackling

do they wear a lip ring??? bc if they do I feel like that might be a bit of a warning

also wear pastels or pink regularly, particularly preppy polos or button-up shirts

one charm is a cylindrical crystal attached to a metal hoop w small chains (like a dangly earring), and when it came out the crystal was fit inside the ring 💀 they got something on their mind for surree

if you are okay with one night stands then go for it, but if you are looking for something more I might suggest waiting things out a little bit. no matter what it's up to you!

i hope you enjoyed the reading! as always feedback is welcome and paid readings are open <3

[humanbug]

Stoner!Ellie Drabble

a/n: enjoy this totally self-indulgent drabble. i've never written smut before so i hope this is okay!! this is kinda short because it's an idea i had literally at work and didn't want to forget hehe. also because this is self-indulgent it is written is 1st POV. feedback is always welcome!! enjoy &lt;3

| NSFW 18+ MDNI |

warning(s): smoking/weed, modern!au, established relationship, porn with minimal plot, angst (if you squint), switch!ellie, switch!reader, fingering e!receiving, semi-public sex (backyard)

There is a cold nip in the air as I exhale. Pulling my legs to my chest I lean against the wall of the porch. Resting the joint in between my lips, I glance at my watch, 3:34 am. Damn. One minute off. Taking in a deep inhale I move the joint in between my fingers. Exhaling, I glance down, picking absentmindedly at my nails. My head darts up, eyes wide as the back door opens. 

Eyeing Ellie as she leans against the door, looking at me with curious eyes. I let out a small sniffle, the old air making my nose run slightly. Meeting her eyes I say in a small voice, “Couldn’t sleep. Thought smokin’ would help.”

Stepping around and sliding down the wall to sit next to me. Holding her left hand out, I slide the joint in between her fingers. Admiring how she looks borderline edible simply smoking. 

“What’s on your mind? I can see the gears turning behind your eyes.” She asks, head leaning against the wall as she exhales. 

Fiddling with my nails, I bury my head into my knees, letting out a huff. Feeling Ellie’s hand hold the back of my neck, massaging gently, I let myself lean into her body, already feeling less anxious. Clearing my throat, I blindly raise my hand to reach for the joint.

She tuts at me, holding it just out of reach. “Uh-uh, answer my question first.”. At my dramatic sigh she chuckles, still not handing me my joint.

“Uh- my- my mom called today…” I confess quietly, not wanting to hear it in my own ears. 

An understanding hum rumbles in her chest, her hand slipping the joint in between my fingers. Sitting up I put it in between my lips, head dropping against the wall.

“How bad was it?” She asks, running her fingers against her palm. Her tell of anxiety. Rolling my head to face her I give her a dull look for an answer. “Bad.” She gives herself a verbal answer. Blowing a cloud of smoke against her freckled face I mumble out, “Smart girl.”

Coughing obnoxiously, she shoves a hand against my shoulder, mumbling ‘asshole’. A giggle rises in my throat, the weed starting to make my eyes heavy and my cheeks warm. Stubbing the joint on the cool concrete I straighten my legs, knees cracking from the cold. Feeling Ellie’s eyes on me as I scoot forward. 

“Where you goin’ bug?” She mumbles.

Biting my bottom lip I crawl over onto her lap. “Nowhere. Just chilly.” I giggle out and melt against her, nuzzling my cold nose against her neck, smiling when I feel her shiver, her hands wrapping around my waist. Peppering kisses along her neck I run my hands down her sides, huffing when my hands can’t find their way under her hoodie. 

Ellie chuckles at my pouting, hands drifting to the band of my sweatpants, “What do you want baby, hm? Use your big girl words and tell me what you want.” She says leaning into my neck.

Huffing out a whine, “Els…please”. Hands getting grabby, until I feel a sharp tug at the back of my head, whining loudly I grip at her hoodie. A warm feeling pooling in my lower belly. 

“What did I say baby? Big girls do what, hm? Use their words right?” She scolds, red rimmed eyes darkening. Another sharp tug makes my eyes water. “Please Els, pretty please. Please don’t wanna have to think anymore. Please let me touch you.” I ramble out, face flushing in embarrassment. 

“That’s my good girl.” She muses, biting her bottom lip as she grins at me. Her grip loosens as she guides me forward. Lips meeting in a frenzy of whimpers and hums of satisfaction. My tongue licks at the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. Granting entrance, our tongues meet and explore as if for the first time. Ellie's hands grip the band of my sweatpants, pulling me closer. Grinding into her, the warm drip in my lower body intensifying.

Pulling back, out of breath I kiss down her neck. Smirking against her skin when she leans her head against the wall letting out a soft moan. Wiggling my right down and past the band of her sweatpants and past her boxers, I settle my hand flat on her, barely stroking my fingers against her warm skin. Giving her a cocky smile when her head falls from the wall, eyes clouding over. 

She chuckles, leaning forward placing her lips lightly on mine and mumbling, “The fuck is that smile for, huh? You think you're in charge baby? Get to work.”

Pressing my lips firmly against hers I let my fingers run down, making firm circles against her clit. My body fills with warmth and pride at the loud sounds that escape her throat. Putting all of my weight onto my knees I let my free hand trail underneath her hoodie and palming my hands over her chest. Slipping two fingers into her cunt, thumb keeping firm pressure on her clit and my free hand rolling a pebbled nipple in between my fingers I press my lips against hers swallowing the raspy moan that escapes her throat. 

A confident smile curves my lips as she lets out a string of curse words and barely audible whimpers. “C’mon, baby. You’re doin’ so good for me.” I whisper against her. The drip in my lower belly is a flood now as I feel her tightening around my fingers at my praise. Always such a sucker for praise. 

“C’mon Els. Give me what I want. You can do it baby” I say in a low voice. Fingers curling inside her and rolling and pinching her nipples. Fuck I could cum just watching her come undone on my fingers. 

“Fuck. Please-” She says gibberish as she presses her forehead to mine. 

She brings her hands that have been on my waist in a bruising grip up to my face, cupping my jaw and pressing her lips to mine. Mumbling incoherently against my lips I can feel her tightening around my fingers. 

“Fuck baby. Fucking look at you. Cum for me baby c’mon.” I speak against her lips and can’t hold back my own moan as I feel her cunt spasming around my fingers. Grinning as I hear her whimper and grip at my wrist when I don’t slow my pace. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Please- baby.” She stutters, breathing heavily against my mouth. 

Finally relenting, I gently remove my hand, letting out a small giggle as Ellie throws her head back against the wall, out of breath. Scooting forward, I bring my middle and ring finger to my mouth and hold eye contact as I clean my fingers. 

As her breathing returns to normal, she sits up burrowing herself into my neck. Letting out a squeal at the ticklish feeling I bring my fingers into her messy hair. Giggling I hold her impossibly close, humming in content. 

“Let’s go inside” She whispers and grips my hips as I shift off of her. As we both stand on wobbly legs, I jump at a sharp smack to my butt and giggle as she grabs my waist, leaning down and saying with a nip to my ear. “It’s your turn.” Leaning my head back and biting back a grin as we stumble towards our room.

[mother-vermin]

Hi! I'm vermin, it/it's, nonbinary. Welcome to my misgen blog!

I've been introduced to the kink through a wonderful community and have been inspired to make a blog. I've seen it expressed that there's a lack of certain content within the space, including both content for transfemmes and praise-based play. There will not be exclusively these things on this blog, but it is the catalyst I'm building off of.

THIS IS FIRST AND FOREMOST A SPACE FOR TRANS PEOPLE. I will be blocking cis and/or transphobic people.

I am generally a dom bottom. I am pansexual, but I'm sapphic-leaning. I'm still relatively new to the kink, so please be patient with me.

KINKS INCLUDE: cnc, degradation, cumplay/breeding, objectifying, threats/fearplay, exhibitionism, misgen!

LIMITS: (no judgement!) feederism, ddlg/intensive ageplay, brat taming, "dykebreaking" (expanded on this in my BYF), edging, 24/7 dynamic, raceplay

DNI: the classics. cis folks, transmeds, swerfs/terfs, racists, nazis, transphobes, pedos, minors. I'll do my part in being vigilant these people don't interact in the first place.

BYF: A few things you might like to know! First, I don't personally really get aroused by being misgendered. It doesn't bother me, and I enjoy acting like a "woman" sometimes for the kink. Ultimately, it really just feeds into my joy for degradation and humiliation as a dom.

Secondly, I don't enjoy compulsory heterosexuality within any kink, including this one. This is where "dykebreaking" comes in. I enjoy a lot of the concept, but if you only want to engage with posts about PiV or "women bottom, men top", etc, this is not the blog for you. I believe transfemmes who prefer bottoming and transmascs who prefer topping should be able to wholeheartedly engage in this space if they wish.

Lastly, I'll likely make a post that goes further into it at another time, but I am choosing to engage in this kink with transmasc, transfemme, and nonbinary people. I understand I do not have the perspective and relationship with gender that all of these groups do, but I'm confident I'm playing ethically and equitably through feedback I have received. If you'd also like to give feedback, feel free! If it's genuine, I will take it to heart.

TAGS: #muah 💋 or #muah <3 for my personal posts, usually (may have been used on posts I really enjoyed in the past)

#good girl moments / #good boy moments: behavior I believe deserves praise!

#fixed!: behavior I believe deserves praise AND shows someone has reached their full slutty potential 💕

Asks and DM's are welcome, but I may not answer DM's and I do not play in DM's. Thank you! Muah 💋

[crispy-chan]

a guide how to not f*ck over your writers

hello, i am joining the bandwagon with my own two cents on how tumblr interactions have gone from shit to lower shit.

first of all, let me just stress how much i appreciate readers who interact with fanfics. you guys are the true mvp's and i applaud you for doing god's work. (also let's be real a significant portion of those readers are fic writers themselves).

second of all, i want to say that i'm not trying to be “ungrateful” or sound like a prick, i just see so many writers leave this site because they feel unappreciated, alone or they think that nobody enjoys the fics they work hard on.

honestly, there were/are times where i think if this is even worth it. i get so much enjoyment from this, it's a hobby that allows me to be creative, to escape reality and have a little fun. yet i feel like what i'm doing is just good for nothing since it seems like people are allergic to me on this site.

it truly means a lot to us when you guys interact. it doesn't even have to be much, just a short comment, but it can still make our day

now onto the ways you can support your fave writers:

1. interact with the fics -- comment, reblog, send asks. trust me, you can't go wrong with this one. don't be afraid to send an incoherent wordspill or type out that essay in caps lock where you go nuts about your favorite scenes, comment on the characters and their development or compliment the author's writing style. again, i guarantee you'll receive answers that are similarly incoherent as the author tries to not lose their shit bcs what the fuck? someone is finally interacting with my stories

2. recommendations -- you can rec fics to networks for various events, send your recs to your moots or maybe even to fic rec accounts who accept recommendations. even by reblogging - you're already basically doing this. it can make our day when we see that someone recommended something we worked on to someone else :)

3. interaction -- usually, most authors on here wouldn't mind more asks that don't even have to be about fics. you can ask how their day was, talk to them about a favorite book/movie/song literally whatever. i feel like i don't really have much to say on this topic cause i don't really get these types of asks :} but yeah, i think most of us would feel really touched if people wanted to talk to us outside of our writings. note: if you're shy, you can go on anon :> it's there for a reason :P

4. criticism -- now be careful - this one is tricky. you should first make sure if the person is okay with you giving some constructive criticism. if it isn't mentioned anywhere on their page/at the bottom of their fic, just ask. i for one wouldn't mind hearing things like “just a suggestion but i think you could work on your descriptions more” or “be careful - you often use the same words in one paragraph” etc.

lastly, i wanted to stress that you shouldn't force yourself per se to do these. nobody wan't your feedback if it isn't genuine. i just feel like people think “oh well if i won't comment, i'm sure somebody else will-” bullshit! that's the problem here. this mindset is what has to change. if you want the writing community to not wither into dust, you'll have to give something. in this case it's interactions and feedback.

i won't go into the details of how long it takes to write but as someone who writes primarily long fics, i can tell you it's extremely time consuming. and i spent the past fifteen minutes typing this post instead of working on yellow wood @_@

so yeah, this is a desperate cry from me. i'm hoping that if you're a silent reader/serial liker who doesn't leave feedback, you'll learn something new here. thank you for reading so far and i hope you have a lovely day <3

[frankcastlescumslut]

Fuck it, I love you

word count: 8.3k

pairing: Matt Murdock x Female!Reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! make up sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, fingering, choking, slapping, degrading Matt, slight spit play, breeding if you squint, language, exhibitionism, daddy kink, borderline cheating (oops), slightly toxic relationship between Matt and reader (lol), some angst, some hurt/comfort, mainly smut

synopsis: you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling lonely. of course you love Matt and respect his love for the city, but there was only so much you could take before that loyalty made you question his love for you.

DO NOT steal or copy my work!!!!!! I’ll find out if you do and hex you!!!!!!!!!

COMMENTS/FEEDBACK/REBLOGS/LIKES are all welcomed all the time <3 thank you for reading!!!

a/n: I would be lying if I said I didn’t clench my thighs while writing this… this is my first Matt fic!!! I pretty much combined multiple ideas I had into just one lengthy piece, so I hope it’s cohesive and enjoyable! I also wrote different parts of this to multiple Lana songs… oops. enjoy!

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song 1

ice rattles at the bottom of your glass as you slam it on the bar, signaling your need for another. you secretly hoped it was loud enough that Matt would look over at you from his hushed conversation with Foggy, but it wasn’t. of course it wasn’t.

you knew they were both stressed from some important trial going on, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling lonely. of course you love Matt and respect his love for the city, but there was only so much you could take before that loyalty made you question his love for you.

you shake your head at the doubt. what is wrong with me? maybe it’s the drink you had finished, maybe it’s the ache in between your legs that hasn’t been satiated in a few days, or maybe it’s the way Josie was paying more attention to you than your lover.

“long night?”

you snapped back to your current state as the new voice pulled you from your trance. your eyes trailed over his suit and up to his gorgeous face, landing on an infectious smile.

“you could say that again.” you chuckled while looking away as a slight blush bloomed onto your cheeks.

“mind if I sit?” he motions towards the empty chair to your right.

“be my guest” what am I doing?

out of the corner of your eye you can see Matt; the grip on his beer was dangerously tight. Foggy gives Matt a chance to interrupt and come to your rescue, but to both of your surprises, he doesn’t. he takes a swig of his drink and continues on with his conversation.

interesting.

“Billy Russo” he offers a polite hand to shake.

“nice to meet you” you give him your name and hand.

it was large and inviting- something you have desperately missed for a while. you were a little startled by the way you wanted to ease into the handsome stranger.

“if it’s not too forward, may I ask what a beautiful woman like you is doing here alone? especially on a Friday night?”

you were entranced by his smile and the natural coolness of his tone. his eyes were knowledgeable and the crinkles were so similar to Matt’s.

Matt.

“well, actually” you stuttered, trying to gauge your boyfriend's reaction. you knew he could hear your heart beat rise, and you knew he was a possessive man. this could be fun but he was unresponsive and didn’t interfere. you tilt your head slightly while trying to settle your internal argument. what’s the worst that could happen, right?

you sit up a little straighter, making sure to accentuate your chest. Matt’s gaze doesn’t waver.

“actually, I really needed to unwind.” you lean back in your chair some, making sure Billy catches the way your breasts slightly move with your body.

“is that right?” he leans his arm onto the bartop and motions for two more drinks.

“mhm. i’ve had a really long week and just needed something… new, I guess.” you weren’t sure if you were talking to Matt or the handsome man.

“change of scenery?“ he questions, leaning forward.

“something like that.”

your drinks landed in front of you with a clink, and you took the opportunity to glance at Matt. Foggy was visibly nervous, not really sure what to do while his best friend’s girlfriend flirts with a random man right beside him. you’re almost annoyed- no, upset- at the fact that Matt is ignoring you.

unbeknownst to you, the thud of your heart pounds in his ears. he catches the way you hide a small sniffle. is she crying?

fuck it you thought. if he doesn’t want me, at least someone else does.

time to up the ante.

you squeeze the lime into your drink, mindful of how it drips onto your finger. here goes nothing. you drop the fruit into the glass before meticulously bringing your finger into your mouth, lightly sucking, and releasing it with a pop.

Billy’s eyebrows raise incredulously. the drink warms you up, causing your cheeks to blush. was it the drink or was it the way the gorgeous man beside you licked the salt off of his hand? or maybe it was the way he delicately sucked on the fruit before dropping it into your glass with a plop.

a drop of lime juice dribbled from his lip onto his chin and you fought the urge to lean into him and clean it with your tongue.

“do you play pool?” you interrupted the electricity in the air.

get it together. you love your boyfriend.

“eh, here and there.” Billy chuckles and leans into his chair.

“I’d bet I can beat your ass.” your feet hit the ground, not waiting for a decline.

you knew he would follow you; of course he would, you were magnetic. but what you didn’t know is that Matt had been listening the whole time. he, however, wasn’t prepared for the sweet scent of your arousal to flood his senses as you climbed down the bar stool.

a flicker of doubt stunned Matt. what the hell is she doing? Foggy’s voice became background noise as he honed into your heartbeat and breath from the other side of the room. it wasn’t rapid, but it wasn’t steady. she’s excited. it wasn’t even, but it wasn’t rushed. she’s enjoying it. the gentle exhale of your breath along with the sound of your soft skin stroking rubbing against the wood of the cue caught him off guard. the stranger’s heartbeat increased.

“alright, so if I lose, what’s the catch?“ Billy leans against the pool stick.

you hadn’t given much thought to your wagers.

“hmm. if you lose, you get to buy me another drink.” you say matter of factly.

“oh come on, you don’t need to win for that, but i’ll take it.” his teeth nearly blind you.

“but if I win, dinner at 7 tomorrow night. wear something pretty for me.” his lip turns into a smirk.

the playfulness of the conversation brings you back to when you first met Matt. neither of you willing to make the first move, Foggy was the one who set you up. I can’t take it anymore, if I win, you both need to just go somewhere and figure this shit out he gambled.

the rest is history.

you want to say no. you love Matt with your entire being, you really do. any kind of excuse that he may throw at you to explain his distance was more than valid, you knew that- I signed up for this. you want to say no because he loves you. you want to say no because he would freeze hell just to keep you safe. he would become judge, jury, and executioner if you asked him to.

you want to say yes. you love Matt with your entire being, you really do. any kind of excuse that he may throw at you to explain his distance overshadowed you. you knew what you signed up for he would remind you during your few fights. you want to say yes because he loves you, but how much? you want to say yes because he would be the only thing that would harm you. he would become judge, jury, and executioner if you asked him to.

song 2

you say yes because you want to face the consequences. you say yes because you want the devil of hell’s kitchen.

“oh, so what I’m wearing now isn’t pretty enough for you?” you challenge.

“no! no- that’s not! that’s not what I meant-“ Billy scrambles to save himself.

“I’m teasing” you flash a smile. “you won’t be disappointed. I’ll be right back, okay?” your feet carry you towards the bathroom as Billy relaxes with a smile.

you really should have known better. this game you were playing would only last for so long- until Matt finally caved.

turning into the hidden hallway, a large pair of hands cover your mouth and steady your head while you were held against a firm body. your chest heaved at the sudden assault.

“this is what it’s come down to, huh?” the familiar voice growls against your ear.

“had to go and be a little whore for me to pay attention to you? huh?” a hand creeps up your neck, slowly squeezing as you sigh into the body.

“matt- I” your voice is uneven.

“shhh sh sh. you don’t get to talk right now.” your body feels like it’s on fire as Matt’s free hand roams. tugging at

your breast, pinching your nipples through your blouse, pulling up the front of your skirt, a slap to your inner thighs, your panties being slid to the side, two thick fingers plunging into you. you can’t help but throw your head back onto his shoulder and moan.

“hm. you’ve been such a brat tonight, I don’t even think you deserve this.” the ache in between your legs doesn’t leave. you need more.

“look at you. this wet for a fucking stranger? god, you’re pathetic.” his voice growls into your neck.

“oh fuck, Matty-“ your eyes roll back as you watch the ceiling, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings.

“ah ah, what did I say?” a red handprint marks your inner thigh and it becomes increasingly difficult to stand up straight.

“do you even understand what I’m saying? nod your head if you do.” you aren’t given the opportunity- Matt fists your hair at the root and nods it for you.

“good girl” a nip at your ear sends shivers through your body.

“I want you to listen to me, can you do that? can a dumb little slut do that?“

you whimper in response as his fingers hook into you, paying careful attention to that one spot.

“you’re going to go over to your new friend and you’re going to play a game of pool.” your moans reverberate through the empty hallway.

“you’re going to win that game of pool” your wetness soaks his hand.

“and then you’re going to leave with me. do I make myself clear?”

“y-yes sir!” you groan at the sudden emptiness.

even through hooded eyelids, the sight of Matt cleaning your arousal off of his fingers sends a jolt to your core.

his lips leave a tender kiss to your forehead before he departs. good girl.

the door knob rattles as you push yourself into the small restroom, nearly toppling into the mirror as you attempt to catch your breath. taking inventory of your appearance, you can only chuckle. your blouse is missing a few buttons, your hair was pushed in multiple directions,

your neck began to blossom purple marks, and your lipstick is smeared. quickly combing through your hair and fixing your makeup with a sigh, you notice a slight rip in your skirt before noticing the state of your underwear.

red lace. soaked through. hanging on by a thread. let the games begin.

song 3

“you alright? started to think you may have left me” Billy pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning against.

“yeah! good! just a little nervous, I think” you practically hiccuped.

Billy’s delicious scent blanketed around you as he leaned in to hand you a cue.

“nothin’ to be nervous about, unless you’re tryin’ to win” he purrs against your cheek. the featherlight touch of his lips burns your skin.

“I’m breaking” you clear your throat and desperately try to undo the heaviness of your eyelids.

stepping backwards with a grin, Billy’s eyes never leave your body.

from across the room, Matt’s senses are directed to you. Foggy had left while you fixed your appearance- he did not want to be caught in the crossfire of your secret game. he could hear the fabric of your skirt stretch over your curvy hips and thighs, severely limiting your range of motion. the silk blouse threatened to burst at the seams as you attempt to lean over the pool table. he can sense the way your calves flex as you stand on your tiptoes in order to reach for the rack. he can taste- what?

“here, let me help you with that” a warm body presses against your back, enclosing you as the rack is pulled towards your chest. you don’t miss the way he subtly dips his head toward your neck as he frees you.

you shudder at the foreign touch from a different man.

not willing to give him the satisfaction, you slightly look over your shoulder with a cocked eyebrow and slight smile. lining up the tip to the cue ball, you exhale as you launch your shot.

“nice” Billy slowly shuffles behind your erect stance to marvel at your possible moves.

“I know” you smile to yourself before moving to the opposite end of the table.

everything goes according to plan.

there weren’t many possible shots, but that wasn’t your priority, if you were honest. you just wanted to make Matt squirm. you hold the pool stick in between your breasts as you calculate your next move. stripes to corner pocket.

Billy’s eyes trail from the suggestive way your chest encompasses the cue up to your face, unapologetically meeting your gaze. neither of you break eye contact.

suddenly becoming aware of Matt’s lingering presence, you bunch up the bottom of your skirt before hoisting it up a few inches for wiggle room. although you were completely covered, you knew he would pick up on your scent.

the taste of your arousal lands on his tongue as he goes to take a swig of his beer, nearly choking as you overwhelm his senses. he coughs back embarrassment and cocks his head towards you, trying to make sense of his surroundings and your actions.

you missed the corner shot with relief. you weren’t sure how much more you could take- your neck was still sensitive from Matt’s bite and you couldn’t stop clenching your thighs together to provide some sort of relief.

“don’t look so upset, honey” Billy murmurs into your hair. you weren’t sure when he made himself to you, but you weren’t objecting. he traps you close to the table, arms coming around your sides as he lowers himself to look for a shot. his face is practically aligned with the sides of your breasts and he doesn’t miss the way you shiver. craning his neck just millimeters away from the place between your waist and dip of your chest, he takes a deep breath in before slowly standing beside you.

you became painfully aware of how empty you were and how your body craved something- anything. your eyes fluttered close as you clenched your thighs together, unintentionally spreading your wetness all over your cunt. your tongue took the brunt of the pain as you bit down in attempt to hide your moan. fuck this.

“I’ll be right back” you’re barely audible as your body is drawn to the magnet in the room. it’s thrilling to know that there’s nothing for you to hide; you were clothed but felt completely exposed as you near him. your heartbeat rings in your ears when you feel his gaze on you.

“just a vodka cran. can you add a cherry, please?” you ignore the way he cocks his head towards you but pay attention to the way his fingers rest on the bartop, begging to touch you.

“are you playing nice?” his voice is a breath of fresh air and you don’t pay attention to the way your body relaxes at the familiar timbre.

“define nice” you’re interrupted by the drink sliding towards you.

the cherry is cold as you wrap your lips around it. the sweetness floods your taste buds as your tongue swirls around the sweet fruit. your teeth graze against the stem before pulling it off with a pluck. matt nearly groans at your performance. he only anticipates the way your lips will be wrapped around him soon.

you carefully descend from the stool and place a kiss to the back of Matt’s neck. he feels something fall into his lap, but his attention is pulled to the way your tongue lingers on his skin- the smell of cherries mix with your scent. you’re gone before he even opens his eyes. his hands pat his thighs, searching for whatever fell on him, when he freezes like a deer facing oncoming traffic.

he doesn’t need sight to know that he is holding your ruined pair of panties.

song 4

“that’s not fair!“ you pout as you miss your shot.

“hey, you’re the one who got another drink, not me.” Billy raises from his seat to analyze the table. “besides, life’s not always fair.” the butt of the cue lightly taps the back of your thigh.

you cross your arms and huff in defeat as you take another sip of your drink. solid into side pocket.

“lighten up, it’ll get better.” billy flashes a grin in your direction.

“yeah yeah yeah, that’s what they all say!”

“yeah? well your ’better’ starts tomorrow at 7. what are we having for dinner?” he’s leaning over the table next to you. solid into corner pocket.

“you haven’t won yet, mister” you raise a finger to point towards your opponent but stumble backwards into a familiar chest.

“good game.” that soothing voice interrupts.

you can’t help but giggle at the look on Billy’s face as he meets Matt’s gaze.

“Matt Murdock” he offers a hand.

“Billy Russo” he accepts.

“gentlemen!” you push yourself off of the familiar body.

“it’s been a pleasure. have a wonderful night!” you saunter towards the door, colliding with a chair here and there. you wish you could’ve taken a picture of the two men silently realizing they had just lost the game.

it’s colder than you remembered. goosebumps rise on your exposed skin as the air whips around you. the free fabric of your skirt gently lifts as a taxi whirls past you, and you shiver as the quick breeze kisses your exposed cunt.

Matt’s slim frame stalks behind you, relishing in the sweetness of your aroma. it’s like a goddamn drug- he’s pavloved himself to your taste.

you miss him. he’s right behind you, but you miss him so much. you miss the way he sings your name in the morning while fixing breakfast. the way he brushes your hair from your face as you nestle into the pillow, begging the sun to go away. the way he places tender kisses into your back to ease you into your day. the way he wraps his hand around your throat when you press against him just right. the way his fingers hold your hips as he grinds himself into you, afraid you would fly away. the way he moans your name as he spills into you.

“Matty” you slow your pace and turn to find your magnet.

“keep walking” he orders, not even paying attention to the way you falter.

“but”

“I said keep walking. do you need me to put you on a leash to understand what I mean, princess?”

your mind threatens to become fuzzy at the thought.

you aren’t sure how your legs carried you to the apartment building. all you could think about was the way you craved to submit.

the clack of your heels and the shuffle of Matt’s shoes echoed in the stairwell. you had nearly reached the second floor when you realized you were walking alone.

“baby?” you called, staring down at your boyfriend.

“what’s the matter?” you began to descend.

“keep going. just walk slower” his voice was threatening.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“slower? why?”

“I’m enjoying the view.” his tongue darts out to taste his lips. his personalized view.

you had no panties on. you were completely bare.

“I- okay.” your cheeks were hot to the touch.

“okay? let’s try that again.” his head cocks to the side in amusement.

“yes, sir.” you curse silently to yourself.

turning on your heels, you begin the climb.

you’re curious as to how much Matt can really see, taste, smell- you feel like you’re under a microscope. the thought and knowledge that you are so vulnerable and on display, practically being preyed upon, is unnerving. and yet, you feel yourself becoming more desperate and unwound.

the stairs creak underneath you as you gently shuffle your weight around. the hard wood is rough against your knees and heels of your hands as you begin to crawl up the stairs. you can practically hear the way Matt tenses at this new angle. he desperately is trying to control the urge to grab your hips and bury his face between your legs, lapping up the evidence of your arousal. but if he did that, he would lose his own game.

you try to make as little noise as possible as you begin to ascend the third floor. Matt is now stalking over you instead of waiting on the platform of the previous floor. his head cocks to the side as you make your way up. it’s uncomfortable, but you distract yourself by imagining the way his tongue will be buried deep into your pussy soon, collecting all of your wetness and pulling more from you as he circles your clit. a small moan slips from your lips as you deliberately raise the skirt so that it bunches over your hips. you are completely bare.

Matt palms himself through his pants as his senses become compromised by your smell. you almost celebrate but are abruptly pulled from that thought as you’re shoved against the stairs, surprised when Matt buries his face into your drenched cunt.

“oh god!”

he licks a stripe with the flat of his tongue from your clit all the way to your leaking hole. your sternum presses against the wood uncomfortably and his hands squeeze and spread apart your ass as he devours you; the pain and pleasure morph into one sensation.

“fuck, kitten!” he gasps, reluctantly pulling away to catch his breath. a hard hand slaps against the fleshiness of your ass.

”look at how wet this pretty pussy is” he runs two fingers sloppily up and down your folds.

you flinch as he brings his hand down with a slap against your exposed core.

“look at you…” his tongue flickers over your sensitive clit, pulling a whine from you.

“pussy dripping over some stranger? another man paying attention to you? huh?” you can feel the bruises begin to form as he kneads your flesh.

“that’s all it takes to make you a dirty whore?” he huffs.

“pathetic” his spit covers your pussy and you let out a defeated moan while falling into the stairs. neighbors be damned.

“oh please, matt. please please please” tears threaten to spill from your eyes already as he fucks your tight hole with his tongue.

an arm drapes around your waist and anchors underneath as the pads of his finger finds your clit.

“fuck daddy!” you can’t help but throw your head back.

two fingers prod at your entrance while Matt shuffles behind you, now looming above your submissive stance.

“oh, it’s daddy now?” he teases a finger into your leaking hole and is met with a whine.

“it’s daddy now, after you let another man get you wet, huh?” his knuckle gets lost into your tightness.

“I-I didn’t mean it! I swear-I swear!”

“hmm. I don’t know if I believe that sweetheart.”

white stars burst behind your eyelids as you’re hoisted backwards. back pressed against Matt’s torso, your knees dig into the wooden stairs as he keeps you upright by hooking you onto his middle and ring finger.

“god!” you throw your head back in ecstasy.

the squelching sounds of your pussy echo into the empty stairwell. your hips grind against the fingers that welcome your oncoming orgasm.

a hand finds its way to your open mouth as you’re hoisted to your feet.

“shut up” Matt growls into your ear before sucking on your earlobe.

you have absolutely no control over your muscles and you practically melt into his hold.

“someone’s about to open their door. you’re gonna stay quiet if you want to cum at all tonight. can you do that?” he kisses the place below your ear.

“can you be a good girl and be quiet for daddy?”

you mewl into his hand, your eyes fluttering shut and nodding profusely.

as predicted, a door opens from the fourth floor. you’re not even sure if the curious bystander can see you, completely spread open on the stairs, fighting an orgasm with Matt’s fingers working your weeping cunt. the muscles in your thighs begin to shake on their own accord. you’re not sure how much more you can take.

the sound of the door closing brings temporary relief as Matt’s hand uncovers your mouth and allows you take a full breath. the relief is only brief as you fall to your knees when he suddenly removes his digits from your body. your head drops between your shoulders as you gasp- desperately trying to catch your breath.

shuffling of shoes brings you back to your senses. you watch the soles of Matt’s shoes as he treks up the last flight of stairs. the faint rustle of keys indicates he has reached his destination, and you watch his body disappear. bracing yourself on the hand rail, you force yourself onto your feet, wincing at the way your knees ache. your throat is uncomfortably dry as you huff your way up to the apartment.

song 5

it’s quiet as you let yourself in. the living room dances with shadows that splay across the wall as the billboard flashes neon. Matt’s outline leaves you breathless. he’s calm. collected. his breathing is even and you’re an absolute mess in the entryway. the energy is buzzing as you shyly make your way to him.

“angel” his head cocks to the side as he becomes aware of your closeness. he hadn’t even heard you come into the room as he deeply considered this precipice. you fucked up, Murdock.

he catches the way your heartbeat quickens and your breathing becomes shallow. you’re nervous.

“c’mhere” he rests against the leather couch, stretching his legs as he motions for you to join him.

he’s surprised when you rest on your knees in between his legs. he would usually welcome the sight, but right now he needed you- just you.

“hey hey, hold on.” he stops your wandering fingers by placing a warm hand on the side of your face. you deeply lean into his tender touch with closed eyes.

“I want to talk to you about something” he catches the way your heartbeat thunders in your chest and the way your ears begin to warm. every one of your choices from this evening suddenly becomes painfully poignant.

you raise your head from his touch, desperately wishing he could see the sincerity plastered on your face.

“Matthew, I am so sorry for-“

“no, no angel. don’t apologize” his fingers graze your scalp with soothing scratches.

“but, what I did was wrong. exponentially, Matty. I shouldn’t have even looked-“ you close your eyes in shame.

“sh sh sh. I’m not upset with you, sweetheart.” he swears your heart stopped in your chest.

“I’m actually really upset with myself.” his confession burns.

not quite understanding what he means, you swallow hard and slightly adjust, straightening your back.

“I’m… I’m not following.” you cock your head to the side.

Matt sighs deeply as he tries to find the right words.

“I’ve been.” he feels a familiar lump in his throat. you can’t help the tears that threaten to spill.

“I haven’t been good to you.”

your heart stops.

“Matthew. do not even say that.” your voice is serious, but your touch on his forearm is gentle.

“I haven’t, and I have to admit that. it’s important for me to admit that not only to you, but to myself.” his lip quivers.

“I need you to know that I am not angry with you, sweetheart. for tonight, for-for the fights we’ve had, for feeling however I’ve made you feel-“ he quickly inhales, trying to smother a sob.

you scramble from your knees and find your spot next to him.

“honey… honey, please don’t be so hard on yourself right now” you stroke his hair so that it sits in its correct style.

your name leaves his lips.

“I haven’t prioritized you- us. I realize that and I should be on my knees begging for your forgiveness right now.” he weeps.

“I swear to you, I’m going to fix this. Seeing you so sad at Josie's- god!” his face is hidden as he lowers his head into his hands.

“I’ve been a fucking idiot. There’s no excuse.”

you inhale deeply at his honesty. it should feel relieving to have your feelings and concerns validated. it should feel good to see your boyfriend understand the weight of his actions. it should feel refreshing to see your lover broken over his faults- but it hurts.

it hurts to know that you had been overlooked. it hurts to know that you have been accepting the bare minimum for a while. it hurts to know that your actions hurts him. and it hurts to know that this is what it had to come to for him to see his shortcomings.

“Matt. I need you to hear me, please” you’re not even sure of what to say. one of his hand splays against your thigh and the other hides his face in shame.

“I promise you, I’m not angry at you. I’m-“ you know you can’t lie to the human lie detector.

“I am hurt. I am hurt and I am sad and I am a little pissed, but it’s because I just love you so much.”

you watch as he just nods his head at your own confession.

“I miss you. All the time, I miss you so much and you’re right in front of me!” you start to stand, unsure of where your feet are taking you.

“I miss you and I miss our date nights!” you’re not shouting, but you’re not mindful of your neighbors.

you mindlessly walk around the shared apartment and Matt gently follows behind.

“I miss you, and I miss hearing you try not to wake me up in the morning!”

your breathing becomes heavy and you turn towards him; the anger and hurt bubble in your chest.

“I miss you and I miss coming home to you, even if you burnt the pasta!“

your breathing becomes jagged as he attempts to draw near you, but you shove him back.

“I miss you and I miss when you come home to me and-and when you tell me you love me after work!”

your breathing is shallow as the force of your hands create a thud against his chest.

“I miss you and I miss when I could roll over in bed and you would still be there!”

your palms force him to step back and your breathing stops.

“I miss you and I miss the way that you used to miss me!”

the sides of your fists meet his chest and you finally break.

the tears spill from your eyes like a dam broke in two. you don’t fight him anymore- you can’t.

you don’t register the warm arms that encase you. you don’t register the way your head is pressed against the broad chest. you don’t even realize you’re crying until you see the wet spots against his shirt.

song 6

although it felt like his world was just ripped from his feet, Matt was grateful for your honesty. there was nothing in this world that was more important to him than you- even being hell’s kitchen’s savior. his world was breaking in his arms from his own actions, and he would do anything to make it right- even if it meant hell’s kitchen was unprotected.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” Matt cries into your head.

his apologies ring in your head.

“please forgive me, angel. please forgive me.” he prays into your warmth. as you slowly regain your strength, you wrap your arms around your lover and breathe in his welcoming scent.

“I love you, so much.” you whisper, knowing his expert ears heard your declaration loud and clear.

“god” he huffs, his head laying against the top of yours, squeezing you as if you would run away from him

“I love you. I love you so much more than you know, and that’s my fault.” his catholic guilt slips.

you raise your head, hands following to cup his face in your hands.

hazel eyes scan your face, eventually resting on the space between your eyes. he wishes for nothing more than to witness the gorgeousness of your face in this moment.

“Matthew, I love you more than life itself” your hand pushes his hair out of his face, your eyes eventually landing on his dazed focus.

calloused finger tips gently lay against your cheeks and a palm cups your jaw. you share a few breaths together; the tension is incandescent.

the gentleness of the fingertips that trail along your face cause you to smile as they slowly trace your features. the smoothness of your forehead, the placement of your cheekbones, the fleshiness of your cheeks, the softness of

your jaw, the roundness of your chin, the pointedness of your eyebrows, the hollowness of your eyelids, the slope of your nose, the plushness of your lips… he commits your face to memory- you burn red underneath his touch.

you sharply inhale as his fingertips are still at your lips. you aren’t sure if he meant to slightly tug at your pout, but you don’t hesitate to lean in to meet him.

the kiss is gentle. the featherlight touch of his lips on yours ignites a small flame as you bask in its meaning. it’s almost reserved- like he’s afraid to touch you. like you’re a treasure to be admired, not possessed. like you deserve to be worshiped, and he is unworthy to be in your presence. like you are sacred.

the flame flickers. you gently tug on the nape of his neck as an invitation to deepen the kiss. his mouth opens automatically, letting a small whimper escape before meeting your mouth. you breathe into one another as he pulls your waist closer to him. if he focuses hard enough, he can taste the cherry from your drink on your tongue.

the sound of ruffling fabric fills the room as wandering hands grasp at the other’s body, desperate to become enmeshed. your lips are swollen from the foreign attention, and your body slightly melts as Matt sucks on your bottom lip. “I love you” you aren’t sure who confesses first.

Matt moans at the way your teeth catch and tug at his lip. he can’t help but to rut into you as he brings one hand to grab your ass and pull you against him. “Matt” you sigh as your head falls to one side, hairs billowing over your shoulder, as his pelvis hitting your core in just the right spot. a warm hand brushes your hair away, revealing your soft neck. Matt licks a stripe from the crook of your neck up to the spot below your ear. the flame grows hotter.

“Matt, baby” you mewl under the assault of kisses he leaves on your neck. he misinterprets your pause and quickly pulls away, eyes desperately trying to find yours. “I’m sorry! god, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ he is hushed with a kiss.

“shhh, sh. Matthew, I love you” you caress his face.

“and I love you, so much” a kiss meets your palm.

you grin at the sweet gesture and he can feel the radiant warmth of your cheeks.

“take me to bed” you whisper.

your legs leave the floor as scoops you into his arms bridal style. you can’t help but smile at him from below; his own smile mirrors yours. the bed dips underneath you as you’re gently placed on the silk sheets. you sigh into the coolness as Matt’s hands graze over your body.

his grip is gentle but purposeful as he grabs at your soft skin. your ribs, your hips, your thighs, your calves… he hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to him. leaning onto an elbow, you throw your arm around his neck, drawing him into your lips. your hands drag over his shoulders, arms, chest, before pulling apart his shirt. buttons rain onto the hardwood floor.

Matt looks up with raised brows, a grin quickly replacing the initial shock. your cheeks burn in embarrassment at your hastiness, but his hands find the opening of your own shirt and he tugs, sending buttons sprinkling to the floor.

“hey! I liked that one!” you try to hide a smile as you protest.

“yeah, so did I” his lips meet your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the tender skin.

“fuck it,” your eyes flutter shut.

“I love you.”

song 7

hands splay across your stomach and meet your supple breasts as you deepen the kiss, lightly sucking on Matt’s lip. his hips move on his own accord and thrust into you in an attempt to relieve the discomfort growing in his pants. your hand snakes between bodies, landing on the outline of his solid erection. “fuck, sweetheart” he moans into your open mouth.

the flame engulfs you. you’re painfully aware of how clothed you both are and your hands scramble to undo the leather belt. he chuckles above you at your impatience.

“nuh uh, no way.” he laughs as he removes himself from you.

you don’t even have time to protest his absence before the sound of fabric rips through the room- the remnants of

your skirt land in a pile somewhere. you shiver as you lay completely bare underneath the hungry gaze.

Matt places open mouth kisses down your body, intentionally ignoring the growing wetness of your pussy. you try and push your thighs together for some sort of relief, but his strong hold keeps you spread apart for him. he places one of your thighs onto his shoulder before placing intentional kisses down the length of your soft leg, stopping at your calf.

“baby, please” you whine into the pillow.

“please what, princess?” you squirm under his watchful eye, tensing as his fingertips tickle the inside of your legs.

“p-please”

“use your words, angel. tell me what you need” a finger traces the outer folds of your dripping cunt.

he loves the way your breath quickens and the way your skin burns under his touch. the smell of your arousal only spurs him on as he gently caresses your sensitive clit.

he smiles at the way you arch off of the mattress and hiss through your teeth.

“k-kiss me” you hurriedly reach for him as if he’s about to slip away.

he was shocked by your answer and somewhat innocent desperation. his body is held tightly against yours as you kiss him with purpose. he takes his free hand and strokes the side of your head, the smoothness of your hair melts into the silk sheets.

“baby, Matty,” you whimper into his mouth.

he brushes the hair from your face, “yes, sweet girl?”

“please eat my pussy” you kiss him once more.

he is instantly between your thighs and forgoes the teasing. your shoulders pinch together and your heels dig into the mattress, pushing yourself up and into the feel of Matt’s warm tongue. the stars twinkle behind your eyelids as his fingers spread your folds and he laps up your sweet arousal.

Matt moans at the taste of you as it coats his tongue-. it’s like nectar to him. the way you wiggle beneath him, desperate for more more more, encourages him to continue as he places a sloppy kiss to your cunt before wrapping his lips around your swollen bud.

his ears pick up on the flush of blood that warm your neck and cheeks as you moan for him. daddy.

he senses the way your nipples harden under your touch,

and he is quick to replace your hands. they pebble instantly as he gently pinches and tugs, eliciting a moan from you as his mouth is still attached to your sopping cunt. he moans into you.

“fuck baby, that feels so good” your hands tug at his hair, eagerly holding him against you.

he cocks his head to the side, the flat of his tongue still placed on your clit.

“uh huh?” he replies with an open mouth, wishing he could see your face.

“please don’t stop” your head falls against the pillows as he gently sucks.

shocks spread throughout your body as two fingers suddenly fill your needy pussy. without leaving your clit, Matt slowly begins to pump his fingers into your wetness, expertly hitting your favorite spot.

moans of pleasure fill the hot air as you feel your orgasm building.

“oh my god, you’re so good” you cry out, head lifting to watch the lewd scene below. your view nearly makes you cum on the spot.

Matt’s eyes are pressed close as he devours you. he is calculated, his fingers hooking into you with such precision that it brings you teetering to the edge. his lips and beard

glisten with your arousal, and he looks absolutely drunk off

of your pleasure. he moans breathily on your cunt before lapping at your clit with the flat of his tongue. he can feel your orgasm before you can.

“fuck! don’t stop! please! don’t stop!” you find his free hand and hold on as if your life depended on.

your face scrunches- eyebrows pressed tightly together, eyes barely open, and your mouth agape in the shape of a frown.

Matt doesn’t even respond in hopes that his rhythm would bring you to your orgasm quicker.

“just like that! I’m gonna cum, daddy!” you fight to keep your eyes open.

the way you address Matt causes him to falter, moaning into you as an apology.

“c’mon, cum for me, angel. cum on daddy’s face” his tongue is back on your clit.

you’re sure you were on fire. your orgasm burns through every spot and crevice of your body. your legs tense around Matt’s body as you release onto his tongue with a moan scream. the only thing keeping you from floating away are the strong arms that ground you to the bed. his tongue continues to lap up your orgasm. you flinch as he breathes over your sensitive clit.

your heartbeat could be felt in his chest. the way you pant his name as you try to ground yourself only makes him want to worship you. you are sacred.

he’s interrupted by the sounds of you shuffling underneath him to rest on your knees. you practically throw yourself at him, hoping your lips connect with his, but not minding if they land somewhere else.

you moan into him as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. a slap rings through the air as his hands find your ass, and you moan into his mouth at the shock. you shuffle closer to him and feel his hard length through his pants. poor baby you thought when you found the wet spot.

your hands fiddle with the belt to no avail. he can hear the way you try to control your breathing, but your heartbeat gives away your frustrations. Matt lets out a chuckle as he expertly yanks the belt through and shuffles out of his pants with ease. the bulge in his boxers make your mouth water, and he picks up the rush of blood to your core and cheeks.

grabbing his hands, you pull him onto the bed and straddle him. you moan in unison as you grind your dripping pussy onto his clothed cock. his arms wrap around you and he pulls you forward, your face diving into the crook of his neck.

you kiss and lick at the spot, dragging your tongue to the spot that makes him jerk up, and you lightly suck.

he pulls your face to his, sloppily exchanging kisses as you both continue to grind into one another.

“feels-feels s’good” you whimper into him.

“yeah? you like making yourself feel good on daddy’s cock, princess?” your mewls answer.

the fabric of his boxers aren’t satiating your need anymore, and you begin to pull at the waistband. Matt quickly slips them off and you find yourself on top of him again.

your head falls backwards, hair following suit, as your pussy coats his heavy member. desperation sinks in and you begin to line yourself up with the tip.

you rub his leaking cock through your folds, lightly tapping your clit as you wait for his permission before fully sinking onto him.

“go on, sweetheart” his hands help to lower you on his length.

you hiss as he enters your tight core.

you rest your palms against his chest to help push yourself down further until you bottom out with a guttural moan. your fingers trail over the scars and suddenly disappear as he brings them to his mouth, sucking on each digit. the sight causes you to clench and he moans-

fingers in his mouth, eyes rolled back.

you begin to grind your hips forward, easily finding the spot that makes your toes curl.

“fuck baby, you feel so good” you cry towards the ceiling.

“you’re taking me so well, angel. that sweet pussy was made for me” Matt slurs through gritted teeth.

you moan into nothing as you rut yourself into him. his hands roam all over your body- pinching at your nipples, grabbing handfuls of breasts, holding onto your outer arms, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips, finally landing a smack to your ass.

using his chest to steady yourself, you begin to bounce up and down, your pussy practically squeezing him.

“oh baby, if you keep that up you’re gonna make me cum” he moans into the curtain of your hair.

“mmm, want you to use me, daddy” you beg into his chest, still bouncing.

“wanna be your good little cumslut” your whisper falls on attentive ears.

Matt groans at the pet name, eager to fulfill your title.

“you know I love you, right?” he brushes the hair from your face, hoping his gaze lands on your eyes.

“of course I do” you kiss the tip of his nose.

“just remember that when you can’t walk tomorrow”

you have no time to respond as his hands hoist your hips upwards and his heels dig into the bed. he fucks into you relentlessly. you didn’t know your eyes could roll back so far and your vision gets splotchy.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” your prayers sound like music to Matt.

“that’s it, angel. already cockdrunk for me?” he coos from below. you can’t even form a coherent thought or reply.

“so good for me. look how that pretty pussy just takes me so well” it takes everything in you to stay upright.

you sneak a hand to reach your sensitive bundle, jolting as you make contact.

“look at you. such a dirty girl, playing with yourself while daddy fucks you, huh?” you nod your head with fervor, your lip between your teeth.

“it feels so good- you feel so good in me. it’s your pussy” you whimper as his cock hits your gspot. your body nearly folds in half at the intense pleasure. Matt senses your oncoming orgasm.

“that’s right, baby. that’s my sweet little pussy” he snakes a hand up to your throat, squeezing lightly. your pussy clenches and you can feel yourself coming undone.

“it’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours” you pray.

the combination of his cock filling you, the grip on your neck, and the pressure against your clit signal your release.

you are both engulfed in the flames.

“I’m coming!” you practically scream.

Matt already knew, of course. he knew your body before you did.

“there you go, that’s it. cum with me, sweetheart”’ he coaches you through your orgasm as he approaches his.

your pussy clenches around him as he spills into you.

a cacophony of names fills the air as you milk his cock and he draws out your own pleasure.

your body twitches with aftershocks and you’re gently pulled against him as he braces himself against the headboard. you bring your legs up on either side of you and cross them behind Matt’s back so that you’re able to keep him inside of you comfortably. your foreheads meet as you pant together, coming down from your high.

as your breathing evens out, Matt lifts his head to place a quick kiss to your nose and forehead. he finds a spot on your face before settling his gaze.

“you’re so beautiful” he practically whispers as he pushes tendrils of hair behind your ear. you close your eyes with a closed smile knowing it wasn’t worth arguing.

“so are you, Matty” you fix his hair as well.

it’s quiet for a moment, you both are transfixed with one another.

you rest your head against his chest with a sigh and his arms make its place around your body.

the warmth acts as a blanket and practically eases you into a meditative state. the steady thump of Matt’s heartbeat relaxes you even further. calloused fingers gently caress your back as you’re rocked back and forth in Matt’s embrace. he’s humming a song you haven’t heard of against your head, you assume his eyes are closed as well.

“let’s go on vacation soon.” his voice pulls you back from your sleep state.

“hm?” you don’t open your eyes.

“wherever you want to go, let’s just… let’s go. me and you.” where was this coming from?

“Matty,” you lift your head slightly.

“you hate leaving the city” you have to remind him.

“maybe, but I love you more.”

you sleepily kiss the man you love.

he sleepily kisses the one who owns his heart.

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AHHHHHH!!!!! literally screaming into my pillow and biting my lip to stifle a moan. I apologize for the lack of real conflict resolution, but I’m a sucker for make up sex heheheeheh

[highkeykithes]

Who Is She?

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Pairing: Inupi Seishu x F!Reader

Synopsis: lots of misunderstandings are fixed within one night.

CW: 18+ MDNI, Service Dom! Reader, Sub! Inupi, oral (m!receiving), mention of past affairs, fluff, friends to lovers, Bonten Timeline (some minor changes), slight mention of self-edging.

A/N: This my first time writing any sort of smut, feedback is appreciated !

He didn't know what he expected to be different when Draken had told him Kazutora was hosting a birthday party for Chifuyu at Takemichi’s house.

Because the two boys shared an apartment, Kazutora knew it wasn't big enough for all their friends to gather in. That's basically what the party was, a gathering. One that should usually last 3-8 if you're a normal person, but with them time didn't matter.

one hour turned into three, three hours turned into six, and six hours now lead up to the clock about to strike 11:20 at night. The dark blue sky is decorated with bright stars in a polkadot pattern. The moon reflected against his bare, pale skin, face having a natural glow.

He's in the backyard of Takemichi and Hina’s house, slouched in their installed round, jacuzzi. His eyes are closed, and he's lost count of the minutes he's been in there–which isn't very safe. He didn't seem to care though, for he just enjoyed how the cold wind brushed against his bare face. Both hands cupped the nape of his neck–hair pulled up in a heavy bun to prevent it from getting soaked.

He didn't bring a swimsuit or anything like that, he's simply in his briefs while his entire outfit is neatly folded on the patio table. His shoes are inside by the front door out of respect, and his mind is lost in thought.

No matter how many times everyone has seen each other at their worst, they all seem to dress up for every occasion–even him. But as soon as everyone meets up, it all goes downhill from there. Insults left and right towards one another about the stupid act they're putting up. All of them are just a bunch of hypocrites.

He hears the sliding door leading into the house open, closing a few more seconds later which is then followed by soft footsteps. He doesn't bother opening his eyes or adjusting his posture, he was too far along at being comfortable.

Suddenly, the stranger announces themself.

“Boo!”

Inupi cracks open his left eye and lolls his head back against the rim of the jacuzzi. His bluish-green eye meets with her [color] ones.

“Enjoying yourself all alone?” You ask him, crouched on the left side of his head. Your hands rest on your knees as your bottom is an inch or two off the floor, and you're giving him a soft smile.

Inupi opens his other eye, breaking the hold his hands have on each other and dropping them to his sides. “I left as soon as they started doing that drinking game” he shrugs, not returning your peace offering.

You snicker and stand up, placing your red polo cup on the patio fence before reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone.

He only listens to your shuffling as he continues staring up at the sky, getting a glimpse of you every now and then since you only stand a few feet away.

You're still dressed in your outfit you seemed not to give much thought about–which you never did. You wore black pants that weren't too baggy but also not too skin-fitted. You had on a white, plain spaghetti strapped tank top accompanied by a white fluffy jacket. You also wore white slippers Hinata had offered to all of you.

Even with the lack of energy, you still somehow pulled it off.

“Mind if I join you? Trying to hide from Kazutora before he can get me to play another drinking game” you chuckle, already stripping off your jacket after placing your phone on the fence.

It reveals the tattoos on both your arms. Your right arm was a half sleeve that only covered the upper part. Your left arm had a few butterflies on the lower part of your arm, more on the inside rather than the out.

Inupi tears his eyes away from the ink and waves his hand, “Ain't mine, you don't need my permission” he assures.

Unlike him, you leave your clothes left in a pile by the tub. You strip your shirt off and drop it on the jacket while sliding off the slippers before kicking off your pants in the same direction.

You’re now left in your undergarments as you crouch down, dipping in one foot at a time while you tie your hair up–same as his. However, you stay seated on the porch while only your legs feel the vibrating heat, arms resting on your thighs as you lean forward to stare at Inupi’s side profile.

“Something on your mind?” you ask, the smile you were forcing now dropped as you twist your upper body around and reach for your jacket. “You look how I wanna look right now” you sigh, digging into the pockets once again,

“How am I looking?”

“Like you're fucking miserable”

Inupi actually flinches at your words, slightly tilting his head and darting his eyes over to you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion and offense at your statement, especially with the unfazed expression on your face–meaning those words you spoke came from the heart.

He watches as you pull out a box of cigarettes, seeing as it's a new box due to only a few missing. You then pull out a lighter which was most likely bought from one of those cheap gas stations; however, they did work nice.

“Want one?” You offer, placing one between your lips as you reach the box over to him.

He doesn't hesitate to sit up and take one from you, holding it between his fingers and against his mouth–unlike you. “Thanks..” he quietly says.

You set the box aside and pull back on the gear to the lighter, holding it out to him first. He leans forward and lets the small fire heat up under the white end of the stick, waiting a few more seconds before pulling back.

You quickly hold the lighter in front of your cigarette now, cupping a hand on the side to prevent the incoming wind from ruining it. Once you see the paper begin to burn, you let go of the gear and set it down.

Inupi takes the first inhale, dragging it out longer than he usually would. After pulling the cigarette away he kept the smoke in for a few seconds. He then lets it out, feeling as if he was in a meditation class.

You give it a quick and simple hit, much less smoke coming out from your mouth than it did his. “Holy shit, you are miserable” you raise your brows. “Fuck’s wrong with you?”

Inupi only shrugs, “nothing worth mentioning. Jus’ wanna get faded”

“Yeah well a cigarette ain't gonna cut it” you scoff, taking another hit with a head shake. As you exhale the smoke, you slowly dip the rest of your lower body into the jacuzzi, arms still resting along the rim so you don't risk the chances of your cigarette getting put out.

Inupi doesn't mind that you two are only a foot away from each other, but he knows someone else will. As a response, he leads the brown end of the stick back to his lips, eyes showing no regret–for he was supposed to stop smoking a week ago.

But as long as you were around him, he knew that would never happen. Just the stress and overwhelming thoughts you bring him makes the man want to hate you. He wants to cuss you out and make you feel guilty for the way you make him feel, knowing you two could never be together.

Other times he just wants to be in bed with you all night, wondering how your fingers feel digging into his scalp, nails scratching his back and thighs, soft pretty voice calling his name after every kiss you leave on his body. Kissing every scratch you may leave, every mark, every touch.

Inupu takes another drag, catching you by surprise.

“Jesus dude..” you shake your head.

“What?” smoke unintentionally blows out from his mouth.

You sigh and shift your body more towards him. Now you're sitting on the back of your right leg while your right arm–prompted up on the porch–holds the side of your head. Your left only contributes by holding the cigarette.

Inupi stays facing forward while his head tilts back up, adam's apple bobbing as he nervously swallows his saliva under your stare. He wonders if this is the intimidation your partner feels, having the fortunate luck of being cared for with such lustful attention.

“You don't got a thing ruining your body, huh?” you ask, noticing how well his body is taken care of. “Besides the scar, it's really only your insides looking like shit” you refer to how horrible his lungs must feel with every smoke he intakes–imagining them pleading for mercy.

He doesn't say a thing, refraining himself from taking another hit after being put on the spotlight. were you always this blunt?

He hears the water make swish sounds coming from your direction, so he fully turns his head and sees you sitting much closer to him–your faces not too far apart. He just needs to lean forward a few inches then he can feel those used lips of yours, not caring if he's the last person to ever experience them.

Your head is slightly tilted, smile stretched on your mouth as your eyes dart all around his face. He's holding his breath, afraid you'll find it as a turn off if you smell its rotting scent. He only looks into your eyes you never meet, trying to give you the hint to just close the gap.

However, all you do is clear your throat and pull back to which his chest tightens at. Your right hand takes the cigarette from your other and puts it out against the wooden porch, leaving it there before mimicking his position.

You're sitting properly against the rim of the tub, legs swiftly kicking underwater while your arms spread around the edge. “You'd look good with some simple studs” you admit, hand closer to him fiddling with his earlobe.

Inupi doesn't flinch or move away from your touch, it was a simple friendly gesture no one could get offended or jealous at. Even if it was only for a moment, he can still feel the warmth of your fingers lingering behind.

“you should come over, i'll pierce them for free” You offer, scooping the hot water into your palm and rubbing it on the side of your face, down to your collarbones.

The man scoffs and lifts the cigarette back between his lips, “I don't think your girlfriend would like me over” he says before inhaling the smoke and slowly letting it back out.

Your smile turns into a confused one, eyebrows knitting together which creates a crease in the direct middle. You slowly begin to side eye him, about to break out into a laughing fit.

“Girlfriend?”

Now it's Inupi’s turn to look at you, eyes scanning to confirm if you're messing around or not. “Uh..you and Yuzuha..?”

You're quick to let out a laugh which you cut off with a slap to the mouth. Your eyes close and eyebrows raise in relief, worried that you were drunk to the point you forgot you had a partner.

“What?” Inupi looks at you with confusion, sitting up and hunching his back to try and look at your covered face.

Your laughter dies down as you wave him off. “Me and Yuzuha? Why would you think that?” you ask, leaning back with folded arms as you meet his eyes.

He immediately looks away and rubs his forehead. He lets out a sigh as his fingers now punch the bridge of his nose. did he just fuck things up?

“She said you two were like a thing?”

“When did she say that?”

You watch as he takes another drag, sighing it out with frustration. A headache was formed from the embarrassment, idiocy, and overall the awkward tension he's created for himself. “Just earlier she was bragging about how you know how to take care of people's…stress” smoke leaves his hesitant mouth, feeling weird talking about this topic with you.

You roll your eyes with a smile of disbelief directed towards stars. “Jesus, we've only hooked up like twice and this girl thinks she gets bragging rights…” you sigh, rubbing your face with both hands out of shock. “It's fine though, she's just out of it tonight” you assure, pointing back at the house.

Inupi’s lips part while looking at you, trying to find the words to keep talking but none come to mind. It felt as if a huge wave of relief just washed over him, cleansing him from any negative energy he may have encountered or manifested on his own.

Due to his sudden silence you decide to spare him another glance. “What?” you question his stunned expression.

He shakes his head while putting his cigarette out, not craving the feeling of it's side effects anymore. “I just..” he trips over his words, hands cradling the nape of his neck once again. “This entire time I thought you guys were like, together together” he admits in a quiet tone, feeling ashamed of his thoughts.

Inupi feels more sober than ever, praying he could just disappear and pretend this conversation never happened. He feels as if he just ruined his chances with you–if there ever was one. His chest tightens as anxiety bubbles in his stomach, leading it to rise up and being caught in his throat.

You're still a little tipsy, not fazed by his assumption at all. You actually got a good laugh out of it, making this night even better than it was before. However, when you look over at him, all you can do is lower your smile to a frown.

The man seemed bothered, body language expressing shame due to his bowed head, slump shoulders, and hands running all over his face. He was a complete wreck for no reason, too much of a wreck if you ask yourself.

“Wait–” You lift up a hand and shake your head with closed eyes–one thought leading to another. “Is that why you've been holding out on me? because you thought I was dating Yuzuha?” you ask with a full face of confusion.

Inupi pulls his head back, “What?” He questions. “Holding back?”

You scoff and sit up straight with him, “Inupi–” You rest an arm on the rim of jacuzzi, other splashing some water in his direction. “I've literally offered you to come over many times. I've even asked if you wanted to go get some drinks with me. But you're always declining” you remind with a smile, finding this whole thing amusing.

“Stop…” he pleads, holding a hand up to the side of his head.

He hated the way you made him feel. The power you had over this man was just ridiculous. He's literally been pinning over you the second Draken took him along the ride to pick you up from prison.

You were arrested after the Three Deities fight, taking the blame for South’s death which allowed Mikey to get away. Inupi did know you beforehand, but only between the Black Dragons defeat and the aftermath of the Tenjiku fight.

Fortunately your arrest knocked some sense into Mikey, so now he's currently inside with everyone else–drinking and possibly taking part in Kazutora’s games.

“Inupi…”

The man comes back to his senses and barely turns his head. There you were, on his left while your body faces him–sitting on the back of your legs. Your right hand slithered it's way against the side of his head, your thumb caresses his ear while the other fingers rest behind the shell.

You're looking up at him through your soft eyelash extensions Yuzuha had practiced on you. Your [color] eyes pull him into a trance he'd fall for no matter what–drunk, sober, blind. Your voice and words alone was more than enough to reel him in.

God and your touch was just so..it felt so much better knowing you were single with no more strings attached to anyone.

His breath hitches, “y-yeah?”

You smile at him with eyes no one can resist. “Was Yuzuha really the reason you were so bothered?”

You were leaning forward now, left hand dipping underwater and finding its place on his abs. Your breath is tickling his jaw while your right hand moves more up to twirl the hair sticking out from his bun.

He stiffens up, eyes fluttering closed as he feels your lips now ghosting his sensitive and untouched skin. And the way your hand slowly trails up his stomach makes his insides twist out of something he couldn't explain.

“Or is it just some..pent up desire you refuse to share?”

Your lips finally connect to his soft jaw, making his stomach curl and suck in. His chest pushes out due to the air he inhaled with a shaky gasp, hands staying glued to the edge of the tub.

You trail the soft kisses up along his jaw, taking your time while one hand takes his hair out from the bun, your other raising closer and closer to his pecs.

He finally releases the air from his stomach and chest, the back of his head leaning against the porch ground as you drag your kisses further down his neck.

“[name]...” He whispers in a rushed but shaky breath.

“Hm?” you hum against his neck, coming to a stop as your nose tickles his skin. Your hand that pulled out his bun now twirls his sunflower blond hair.

“Please–” he shuts his eyes closed tight, feeling the anxiety turn into sensitivity. “–don't stop” he begs.

You smile in satisfaction against his neck before pulling away, making him toss his head back up and look at you with a flushed expression.

“I don't really feel like doing this in our friend's hot tub” you tease, removing your hands and body away from him–but you were serious about the location you two were at. “But if you came over…” you trail off, slowly standing up and sitting back on the porch.

He shifts his body sideways, looking at you with eyes in disbelief. That wasn't even a sample of your touch, even he knew that. You were holding back on him now, and he was not a fan.

He watches as your foot stretches out to him, before he feels it touch his lower abdomen, trailing all the way back up his chest just like your hand did not too long ago.

“Or y’know…Yuzuha could use my help anytime” you smirk, seeing how confused and annoyed he was.

Inupi grabs your foot and pushes it off, making you snicker. He then stands up and lifts himself out of the tub, water still dripping off his body while walking past you.

You stand up and grab your clothes, only sliding on the pants and tank top since the jacuzzi left you a little hot, so the jacket was a no go. You then pick up your remaining items and walk past him.

“Hope you brought your bike” you call out as you place your hand on the sliding door handle. “Yuzuha drove us” you shrug with a teasing smile, watching from afar as he still shimmy's on his clothing.

You then walk inside, leaving him out there to struggle even more.

+++

Never in his life did Inupi ever feel so grateful to have the excuse of having a low alcohol tolerance. Even if he sobered up the second he saw you, the drunk friends of yours didn't even second guess it.

You told them you had work tomorrow, which they believed. Even Yuzuha, knowing damn well you told that girl you don't work on weekends.

But none of that matters right now, what matters is the pleasure and satisfaction Inupi should get by the end of the night.

Inupi doesn't remember how you two got in this position, he doesn't remember you laughing the entire ride as he goes past the speed limit, he doesn't even remember you guys walking up to yours and Yuzuha’s apartment.

He was zoned out the entire time–which might have been unsafe. He was too lost in thought, filled with anxiety, feeling as if his own soul wanted to leave his body.

But now all he can focus on is how you're kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip while he sucks your top. It was a sloppy kiss that started out in the hallway of the apartment complex, leading to the nearest wall inside your home. One of your hands is caressing his cheek while your other snakes it's way up his chest–under his shirt. His hand placement is hesitant, gripping your hips but sliding up to your waist every now and then.

both your heads tilt in opposite directions, and he's losing himself in the moment. You met with his pace, following his lips rhythm that seemed to change every time your hand inched further up his chest.

When your thumb accidentally brushes against his nipple, he jolts as a reaction, making you smirk in amusement.

“C’mon” You break the kiss as you retreat your hands and pull him by his collar into your room.

Inupi is quick to reconnect your lips, finding comfort in the way you're taking care of him. Just this simple touch makes him hot and sweaty, nervous he'll make a fool of himself because this is his first time doing it with you.

He's now sitting at the edge of your bed with you straddling his lap, hands trailing down his chest while you leave much longer kisses against his neck. He's tilting his head up to give you more room, completely trusting his well-being in your hands.

“Y’know–” you say between kisses, “it'll feel much better– if your pants were off” Your warm breath tickled his skin, but your words burned into his mind. “I can help if you want” you offer in such a seductive tone he’s never heard come from your mouth.

“Fuck– please, yes!” he pants, nodding his head as his eyes glued shut.

“Your shirt?” You pull away, making him groan in annoyance.

“Yes! all of it!” his head nods up and down even more, opening his eyes to show you his desperation.

You give a cocky smile and lean forward, placing kisses around his mouth while undoing the remaining buttons he hasn't got to yet. He tries turning his head to meet your lips, but you avoid them like the tease you are, making him plead even more.

“Please, [name]” he huffs out, hands finding their way to hold your lower back.

“You need to relax” You assure, helping him shimmy off his shirt which reveals his pale bare chest. You then reach for his hands behind your back and unlatch them, pinning them to his sides while you begin sinking to your knees. “that's the whole point of this, now just enjoy it”

You softly push him by his lower abdomen, gesturing for him to lay on his back so it's easier to remove his clothing.

‘the whole point of this’

Inupi gets brought back into his thoughts as your fingers fiddle with his belt. His breathing is still racing as he thinks to himself what those words meant. Why were you even doing this? because he looked miserable and stressed? Or did you actually return the feelings he’s had for you for the past four years.

Was it a bad time to be thinking about this while you're literally on your knees before him.

“Seishu”

His hands grip the sheets, realizing his pants were stripped off of him–meaning he’s only left in his underwear. “Yeah?” he breaths out.

You tilt your head, eyeing your hand as its fingers crawl their way up his thigh. “You sure about this?” you ask.

He pauses, wondering why you're asking that question now of all times. Did he do something wrong? Were you disgusted with how he looked? Was he too whiny and needy that it irked you?

Inupi feels you shift between his legs, standing on your knees and leaning over his lower abdomen. your hands still softly caressing his thighs as you're leaving kisses against his abs.

He can't even respond with all the attention you're showing him. The way you're now slowly getting up, carefully straddling his hips while trailing the kisses all over his soft skin. From his abs to his collarbones, you're leaving faded red marks he doesn't even realize. Your legs pin his waist onto the bed, keeping him in place as his body shivers.

“I don't want you regretting anything” you admit, letting him think of an answer as you lean closer, dragging your nose against his neck, leading it all the way up to his ear.

He briefly shakes his head, “i'm fine” he releases the deep breath he was holding, chest stuttering as he let it out. “Please, do whatever” he gives you his full permission to use him however you see fit–he does not care.

You hum and plant a kiss to the shell of his ear. You then use your right hand to slightly shift his head towards you while you meet him halfway, brushing your lips together before indulging into a sloppy make-out.

His hands slide up your thighs and land on your waist, squeezing the fat that they hold. He's gripping on them from the pleasure your tongue leaves against his, the way it swirls around it before sucking on the muscle. The little pants you leave don't come close to how loud his are. But even so, everything you did made him feel safe and comfortable.

You slowly begin to drag the kisses back down as you find yourself on your knees once more, not hesitating to plant pecks around his clothed cock.

His breathing becomes balanced, communicating and matching your pace you use on him. His eyes are closed, trying to imagine how you look from this angle since he's too shy to meet your eyes.

You lean back and fiddling with the top of his briefs, slowly dragging them off as your nails leave red marks behind. Finally you pull his remaining clothing off and his cock springs free, making him suck in his stomach once again due to feeling embarrassed by how hard he already is–precum leaking from his slit which left stains on his underwear.

He didn't get a chance to speak his next words, choking on them as your dominant hand wraps around his length–your other cups behind his leg. Inupi felt his heart pounding so hard that he swears it's going to burst out of his chest, overwhelmed with the thought that it's actually you pulling back on his foreskin to reveal the head and not some wet dream he's having.

“Seishu~” You coo, leaning forward and ghosting your lips over his throbbing cock while coating it with his precum.

“Hm–” his response is short due to his lips being glued together.

You internally laugh with air coming from your nose as a reaction. You then begin to plant kisses alongside his cock as your thumb circles his slit, making his body shudder.

Your mouth trails up to its head while your hand goes back to stroking his length. Your tongue suddenly dips into his slit, making the man shoot his eyes open and force himself off of his back with his arms.

“Fuck, [name]” he whispers, meeting with your eyes as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Your hand that held the back of his leg removes itself and reaches for his. He lets you pull him into a more straight posture, allowing your hand to glide its way up his pale chest.

He watches as slowly begin to sink your head further down his length, cheeks becoming hollow as your wet heat engulfs him. The eye contact you held should have had him cumming right then and there, but he held back–not wanting this to be over so quickly. He would be ashamed for the rest of his life if it did.

Inupi’s lips are parted as your tongue swirls around his cock along with your hand still moving up and down his shaft. Your other hand purposely brushed a thumb against his pink nipple, before pinching it between your fingers.

Your actions cause him to arch his hips, forcing more of himself down your mouth. At first you may have paused and softened your touch against his chest, but you went right back to work that same second.

“Right there, right there, that's it” he moans, unknowingly reaching a hand to the back of your head and softly caressing your hair before digging his fingertips into your scalp.

You lower your head even more, making him toss his back with closed eyes. You close yours as well and begin to bob your head up and down, hand following your movements.

Your opposite hand drops back down and cups at his balls, rubbing at them which makes him let out another whine with sweat running down his face.

He's never had this much physical attention before. He probably hooked up with one other girl a long time ago, but he knows she can't even be compared to you. That chick didn't give him this special treatment, she was the one demanding for pleasure. Inupi was frustrated the entire night but put up with it.

But you, you were actually taking care of him. This entire thing was about pleasing him. Hell, he didn't realize it, but you were still in your clothes. He was your main focus tonight, and you wanted him to know that.

Inupi opens his eyes and looks back down, falling in love with the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock. He notices how the further you push down his shaft the more spit begins to fall down your lips–though, you never seem to gag.

You remove your hand from his balls and intertwine them with his that are planted on your head. You're sinking your head further, making him let out a sharp gasp.

Your nose was pressed against his pelvis while his cock was feeling the tight space your throat engulfs him in. Again, his head falls back along with his eyes rolling, choking on a moan as his hand that holds him up begins to wobble. He feels loads of sweat running down his face and neck, embarrassed with how easy he falls under your touch.

“shit- stop, stop–” he whines, falling to his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. His hips sloppily met with your rhythm, still edging himself to the point he might pass out from overstimulation.

“Fuck, please!” He really didn't want you to stop, he was becoming sensitive with how you easily deepthroat him. You're so clean with breathing through your nose, only having trouble with the drool that escapes the corner of your lips.

Suddenly, you use your free hand to pick up his leg and prompt it over your shoulder. This made it easier for you to intake his length in and out, head going up and down to the base of his cock each time.

Your action has Inupi in a moaning mess, repeatedly calling out your name in high pitched gasp. His mouth parts open, lips stuttering as the back of his head digs into the mattress.

He doesn't ignore how you forget the slow pace you were once at, for you’re now bobbing your head up and down faster which makes his hips arch even more, starting to stutter along with his words.

“ha–fuck. don't stop–don't stop!” he pleads, hand slamming against the mattress multiple times in an attempt to find yours.

You get the message and almost immediately find his hand, cupping the bottom of his palm as your thumb caresses the top. It copied your head movement, rubbing up and down just like you did.

“[name], i'm gonna- i'm gonna–” he cried out, squeezing your hand to find comfort for this rippling orgasm about to hit.

You drop your head all the back down til your nose meets with his pubic hair, cock being squeezed within the inside of your throat. At the same time you use your other hand to reach up and pinch at his nipple, making him let out a high pitched moan.

He starts to feel a pool of fire forming in his lower abdomen as the leg lifted over your shoulder pulls you closer towards him. He feels dizzy while the sweat running down his skin leaves goosebumps with every trail.

“[name]!” Inupi feels this explosion of pleasure releasing from his body. He's cumming, and he's cumming hard. Spurts of his cum shoots down your throat. Hot, white ropes fill your mouth to the point it spills out from the corners.

Inupi feels his hips go limp, falling back onto the bed as he feels electricity shoot throughout his body. The earth was no longer spinning for him, he felt lightheaded as his ears began to ring, feeling as if time was being slowed down.

He's trying to catch his breath while panting out loud. He's gulping hard, throat becoming dry as hoarse incoherent words leave his lips. “Fuck..that's was just…” he breathes out, finding it appropriate to say after feeling your hand disconnect from his.

“Feel better?” Your voice overpowers the ringing in his ears.

Inupi lifts himself up but remains leaning back on his elbows. He watches as you use your fingers to capture the fallen cum dribbling down your chin, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Yeah” he nods. “Would've felt better if you didn't have clothes on either” he gestures his head towards your clothing.

You smile and stand as he sits up in a more proper posture. You stand between his legs, hands slowly and softly running along his hair. Your nails rake against this scalp, coming to a stop at the nape of his neck.

He tilts his head up, allowing your foreheads to press against each other. His hands find their way around your waist and to your back, creeping their way under your shirt. He loved the way your skin warmed his cold fingertips.

You suddenly stick your chin out and connect your lips together, their movements being calmer than earlier. The motion was almost like you were chewing on something, soft smooching sounds following behind it.

He slowly pulls away but makes sure your lips still ghost each other. “That thing you pulled back there surprised me” he whispers, thumbs circling your back.

You softly chuckle and brush some hair sticking to his sweaty face out of the way. “Which part?” you tease.

He shakes his head and lowers his lips to your jaw, “that leg thing..” he mumbles against your skin.

You let out a pleasured sigh through your nose, “ahh, just a lil thing I found out Yuzuha likes. wanted to try it on you” you inform, making his movements pause.

He pulls away and looks up at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don't think I like you talking about your past affairs right now” he says with a playful grin.

“mm” you hum and lean down, slightly bending over and tilting your head to latch your lips onto his neck. You don't say much after that, for you begin to suck on the skin your mouth planted against. Your tongue then gives a short lick to the now redden mark, the drool that pooled at the tip of it slowly trailing down his neck.

You then move over to the other side, making him let out a stuttering breath. “I don't think I can allow you to do this–” his hands move back down to your hips, squeezing at them for comfort. “–without getting riled up again” he admits.

You leave another mark before straightening out your back, hands finding his and caressing them. “Sorry” you apologize with a smile.

Inupi stands up and pushes you back a little, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. such a hypocrite. Though, he only left a five second long kiss, pulling away with a smile of his own.

You tilt your head and pat his hands before gently pulling them off of you. You turn around and walk a few feet, crouching in front of your dresser and pulling out a drawer that holds some clothing.

He is then tossed a pair of boxers, making him furrow his eyebrows in offense. “Whose are these?"

“mine” you laugh. “Sometimes I like to wear them” you assure while patting the side of his face.

He playfully rolls his eyes but bends over and pulls them over himself while you continue to question his hesitant expression.

Inupi didn't realize how late it was until the back of his head met with your pillow. He saw your alarm clock and it read ‘1:02 AM’.

Currently he lays with you in his arms, one wrapped around your shoulders while his other caresses your back. You lay on your side with your forehead resting against his chest. One hand is reached around under him, leaving slow and tickling designs on his back with your fingernails. Your other arm wraps over his stomach, the wrist and up laying limp.

The soft sheets only cover you guys from the waist down. You’re both practically glued together, legs entangling with each other, and overall just keeping one another warm.

“Hey, Yuzuha was pretty wasted. How she getting home?” he questions, looking down from the ceiling and towards you.

You inhale a deep breath through your nose, adjusting your head a little while scrunching your closed eyes. “Hinata said she could stay the night, so I took her keys” you yawn.

Inupi feels his own eyes start to drop–caused by your yawn. “Does this mean I'm driving you over there tomorrow?” he asked.

You lift the corner of your lips into a tired smile, chuckling at his question. “If you don't mind…”

The man lets out a “hah!” before brushing some hair out of your face. “I'd love to drive you to get your girlfriend tomorrow”

You groan and whack his stomach, making him laugh and hold the spot you hit. “Shut up..” you mumble. “she's not my type, relationship wise”

“Oh yeah? who is?”

“cocky bastard” you curse, words becoming slurred by how tired you were. “It's you, asshole. Now shut up and sleep” you yawn again, snuggling more closer to him–if that was even possible.

Inupi softly smiles at your blunt response, holding you close til his head falls on top of yours. So many sides of you he's gotten to see tonight, and he cherishes every single one.

Thank goodness for that married couples Jacuzzi.

[sherbet-shivers]

Introduction

Hi friends! You can call me Sherbet/Sherbie (25yo, she/her). I write sick!fics (fan and OC) that’re mainly snz-centered or oriented. **Due to the nature of my content, I ask that none of my fics be shared to minor or non-snz/whump k!nk blogs!!!**

I’ll be pinning this post so anyone can feel free to refer to the following section (below the cut) where I detail more about myself and my writing preferences! I’ll also include a fic master-list at the bottom there. Otherwise, thanks for quickly stopping by! I finally have the nerve to share my stuff with the community, so I hope you guys can find something you enjoy! <3

A few personal notes:

I’ve never actually posted to tumblr regularly before (this is my first time sharing fics in general), so please be patient as I learn the ropes! Feedback or formatting advice are always welcome and appreciated!!

I respectfully ask that minors dni with my page, please!! This is a k!nk blog and I do write explicit content sometimes.

I'm a BIG rpg gaming and anime fan (who dabbles in live action series on rare occasions)! Most of my fics feature my favorite characters and series atm. Watch and game recommendations are invited!

I’m EXTREMELY private, thus I’d prefer not to share any PID or other information I haven’t already posted/included in my bio. Messages are welcome, but please be respectful!

This is NOT my main page! So while I won’t be able to like posts, I can follow and reblog! Hopefully this suffices so that I can spread and celebrate the wonderful talents you guys have <3

Fic-relevant notes:

I include: a quick summary (blurb), estimated word count, a feat. character list, and TWs at the start of ALL my fics. Please check them out prior to reading anything of mine in case there’s something icky you don’t vibe with. If you feel like a TW or tag is needed that’s not already there, just dm me!! Smart reading is safe reading <3

Things I write: I typically favor M allergies, but do write F/NB characters, colds, and fevers too (equal snz rights bc snz is snz)! I eat up hurt/comfort, so whump and very minor injury are often applicable to my stories. Again, keep an eye out for the TWs if you have concerns!

Things I DON’T write: I’m NOT an emeto person at all (I’m phobic IRL), but personally won’t turn away if it’s mentioned in a fic. You’ll never see a full fic from me where emeto is central to the story, but it could be mentioned (check TWs to be safe). I am also NOT into writing about real people or making furry content (sorry)! I’m self-conscious about writing OOC, so I don’t typically write characters from series I haven’t seen or am at least vaguely familiar with.

Since I’ve never published my writing before, I have never taken requests, but I do love the thought of receiving recommendations, so feel free to reach out via dm or ask if you have a fic idea! I’d love to give it a try, just please be patient with me!

Fic Masterlist (Title // Fandom // Character(s) // Length // + Hyperlinks):

A Minor Malfunction (D:BH, Co/nnor R/K800 (M), ~12k words total) -> Parts One, Two and Three

Thanks again for checking out my blog guys! Many a snz to all!! <3

[kurenai-shinigami]

Joe nsfw general hc

Joe (sk8) x reader

Word count: 586

Warnings: nsfw

Notes: I wrote this almost an year ago but I never found the courage to post it, but I would like to try to post more of my writings so here I am ^^ also first time writing headcanons so I hope I did acceptable XD Feedbacks and shares are always welcome :3

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-  Turns on quite easily and often, but he sometime would try to hide it if you two are out, it really depends on where and with who you two are. When at the S he tries to keep it under control and hide it, he has so many fangirls there and acting horny and making out with you under everyone’s eyes is not something he would like. If you’re alone with him or with the usual group of friends he would definitely be right next to your side and holding your hip in his hand he would lean a bit on you to whisper in your ear how much he’s hungry for you.

-  He loves both giving and receiving oral. Lick him right on the bottom of his tip (idk how to say it, where it begins I mean) or gently run your fingers or tongue along the vein on the bottom of his length and he will moan so loud out of pleasure.

FEM: He loves to play with his tongue on your clit looking at you in the eyes to see the slight blush on your cheeks and your expression full of pleasure. He literally eat you out sending pleasure shivers all over your body. He loves to overstimulate you so be ready for coming nonstop. When you’re done he’s gonna lick his fingers in front of you, locking his eyes in yours letting you see what a good boy he is. He would then kiss you with his mouth still wet of your fluids.

MALE: His gonna play with his tongue and hands on your cock quite a lot until you end up begging him to take it in, he then locks his eyes in yours and a little proud grin appears on his lips before he takes your full length in his mouth, still looking at you in the eyes as you are overwhelmed by the pleasure sending shivers all over your body. He’s totally gonna let you come in his mouth and eat it all before hurrying to kiss you, letting you having a taste of your own fluids.

-  Key: lock your eyes with his and enjoy each other expression full of pleasure and continuously asking for more. He loves every position that allows him to look at your face, but his ok also with taking you from behind from time to time.

-  His dick is thick (not too much tho) and a little over the average length so it will hit your sweet spots without difficulty at all. He loves to see his cock completely disappear inside you. Don’t worry, it’s not too big so you’ll definitely be able to take it all inside, moaning out of pleasure feeling so full when it reaches your deeper sweet spot.

-  His pace is deep and sometimes hard, but not rough (he can do that if you ask him to but he doesn’t want to hurt you). He doesn’t exaggerate in speed, he prefers a deeper and calmer pace, than a quicker but not that deep one.

-  He’s into dirty talking at the beginning, but would stop at some point, too much into the pleasure of the moment to be able to speak much.

-  He’s a sweetheart so expect a lot of cuddles and hair stroking in the aftercare, if you caress and follow the lines that his muscles draw on his chest with your hands/fingers he’s gonna melt in your arms and love you forever.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

@6-022-10-23 ive just seen these super sweet tags on this poll

...and I decided to make this post to thank you specifically, as well as all other people that leave nice comments and tags on my work in particular, but also on other writers' and artists' pieces as well.

You see, I've never been much too confident in my writing. It always seems not-good-enough, and the little impostor voice syndrome in my head has always tried to convince me that my writing is just one of those a-dime-a-dozen ordinary pieces that literally everybody could make.

Add to this some unpleasant real life experiences with how my writing was received and... well, let's just say I'd been taking a really long break from creating anything, much less showing it to the world.

So you can only imagine my absolute surprise when, after finally getting the courage to publish something, I started receiving a lot of positive feedback! Excited keysmashes, people asking for continuations, compliments on my style or characterizations, "i love this", "this is co cute" etc suddenly made me feel like maybe those bad experiences back then shouldn't have deterred me from doing something I love for so long.

That maybe people do enjoy what I create, that maybe my stories are worth telling.

So I began writing again. Thanks to all you nice, supportive people that provided so much encouragement and motivation, I was able to move past... well, the past!

Bottom line is: you never know how much a few nice words or lines go! They may be the light of someone's day, or the reason they don't give up making art. At least that's what it's like for me!

So, thank you again, all of you, and the fact you enjoy my content is the best thing I could have ever hoped for! <3

[m-pershyna-arts246-003]

Arts 102: Blog Post, Weeks 3-4 + Reading Reflection

Week 3: This week was centered on the completion of project 2. Using Adobe Illustrator, the second project was focused on creating three pieces of typography (the abstract combination and interaction of various letters and their letter forms). For my first piece, I used the letters of my name (Margo) with the Blakely Bold font. My process began with placing an “M” and an “A” (Size: 283) in the top left corner, and then continuing to line up and overlap the other letters as a way to create visual interaction (this can be seen with the horizontal line in “R” lining up with the right horizontal line of “M” in the top right corner). When my class did a critique on September 7th, some interesting feedback I received was that some of my letters appeared to have different sizes in my first piece(This can be seen with the letter “M” in the top left corner and the letter “M” in the bottom right corner). I checked Adobe Illustrator and my font is the same size, meaning that I indirectly created an illusion-like effect with my first piece, which I found to be really cool! For my other two artboards, my work was more concept driven. For my bottom piece, I used the word “Write” (Size: 180) and used a messy, handwriting-like font (Mr Sandsfort) to create an open, airy piece. For my last piece, I used the word “type” and chose a mechanic, type-writer like font for the piece. During the class critique, the feedback I received was to increase abstraction and decrease legibility. This change can be seen in the two attachments below. 

Week 4:

The week started out with the conclusion of my second project and the introduction of the third project. My three typography pieces were printed out, and I used a xacto knife, a cork-backed ruler, and a cutting mat to cut them into three 5”x5” paper squares. Then, using clear pushpins, my pieces were hung onto a wall, along with the work of other Arts102 students.  I enjoyed project 2- It was spontaneous, playful, and interactive. Typography is an art medium that I haven’t explored before, and this project  was a great way to introduce me to it. 

The third project, GoTv + The Great Ideas Poster, is focused utilizing Adobe InDesign to create a poster based on a quote that motivates people to vote. My first step in the project was creating 15 thumbnail sketches based on the provided quotes (See below.). The two quotes that I generated the most thumbnails for were quotes from Martin Luther King Jr. ("Our lives begin to end the day we become silent things that matter") and Coretta Scott king (“If American women would increase their voting turnout by ten percent, I think we would see an end to all the budget cuts in programs benefitting women and children”).  Following the class critique, I decided that the concept I will go with is  a zombified mouth for the Martin Luther King Jr. quote. 

Reading Reflection (78-119): The opening of this reading emphasized the importance of collaboration in graphic design. Something that stood out to me was that working independently was acknowledged as well, but it was countered by the point that combining various skill sets is far more valuable as a part of the creative process. An anecdote was used of designers Hjalti Karlsson and Jan Wilker, and a long list of their combined skill sets drove the point. Personally, I like to do my creative work independently, and in response to this reading, I feel that I will need to keep an open mind as I venture more into graphic design. I was interested to learn that some valuable traits listed of graphic designers are hunger, confidence, and constant optimism. I was also surprised to learn that design has so many genres- And in reflection to my past two weeks, it has been cool to know that I had explored the genres of letters and type.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

You have alot of things to write and I am concerned. I think you should close your requests for now until you post and write almost everything. You got alot of people requesting and I'm happy but don't overwork yourselves oaky? I hope you are happy and healthy!! Have a wonderful day luv <3

First off, I'd like to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You're much too kind, caring about me in such a way. I appreciate it so, so much ♡

Secondly, well... tbh... I keep them open because it's fun seeing what new ideas people have. Most of the time I don't have motivation to write, so I just work on projects when inspo hits. Getting feedback and seeing what makes people excited is part of the fun.

I should actually be working on my novel but I procrastinate by writing fanfic instead. One of these days I'll put all these projects aside and focus on that instead. My requests will stay open and the ones that were already accepted will remain in limbo until I switch back over to fanfiction.

Also, and this might not be something anyone wants to hear, I have requests from... 2020? still in my inbox. When I get burned out or I just don't want to do a request, I let it sit until I'm ready for it. I'm never one to work hard (rip) so you don't need to worry about me overworking myself. Though I do agree that it would be nice to finish everyone's requests in a timely manner.

You've probably noticed that I'm a slow writer. I write chronologically and I edit as I write. I also overwrite and I haven't mastered trimming the fat to make my works shorter and more concise. I tend to ramble (just like I am in this ask). It's because of all this that it takes me much too long to finish all y'all requests. I'm trying to write faster, even if that means sacrificing a percentage of the quality, but that's not really working out. I mean, it's just fanfiction, right? I shouldn't worry about the quality... but I treat this as practise for novel writing.

At the end of the day, I enjoy writing fics so I don't mind pushing myself. But at the same time I'm just gonna do my best and complete what I can. I appreciate the concern, really truly I do, but I am merely here to provide content per the whim of others. I do as others wish, write my little heart out, and take in any feedback that can improve my writing. The moment I grow tired of it, I'll take a break and work on other things.

Anyway, I hope you're happy too, bb!! Have a great weekend and get lots of rest and water. It's important to get some sunshine too ♡

Eww, this is like reading one of my fics where I just talk about sunlight beams and feelings for the first thousand words.

TLDR;; Thank you so much, this was such a kind ask to receive! Don't worry too much about me, I've got nothing better to do during my days except write and work on video editing so-

P.S;; if you're worried about your request being pushed aside for too long, you can remind me about it and I'll work on it faster. Just as a general psa for anyone who comes across this.

[chl0ks-art-world]

Monday 26th September

so today was our first day back on campus for second year.

we started the day by installing our summer projects into our studio spaces in the morning and then exchanged group critical analyses about our pieces with each other in the afternoon. below, you can see my pieces that i worked on over the summer. our summer project enlisted us to visit the tate modern art gallery in london and then we were encouraged to recreate some art inspired by an artist that we found there.

I was really inspired by Gerhard Richter and his Cage paintings. I loved the fact that he listened to specific music whilst painting them as well as the method in which they were created with the squeegee across the surface.

I wanted to interpret these facts into my own work but put my own twist on them with my prefered colour pallette and music that fueled them.

I love experimenting with mark making so i used a variety of pallet knifes, rulers, and smaller implements like a blunt pencil to create different textures in the works. i worked on many pieces at once in very quick succession which was probably caused by the type of music i was listening to at the time.

Back to when i was installing my pieces, Veronika suggested that the work ‘commanded a lot of room’ and said that they worked best spread apart from each other. I was really hesitant to at first because i am very self deprecating and modest and didn't feel the works deserved to be so greedy with space. eventually after a lot of moving about of pieces and nails placed and replaced, i came around to the idea. the photos below are how they eventually stayed.

i have also included pics of my crit sheet. i must say im rather underwhelmed by the feedback i received. its not too constructive and rather too kind and safe. but i haven’t interacted much with these classmates and maybe they are just too shy with me atm. 

now i will answer the questions at the bottom of the sheet, i have marked them with numbers to save me having to retype them out. (dyslexia is really fun)

1. As above, i am very underwhelmed by the feedback, that’s not to say there isn’t ideas i can be working with here but i would’ve liked a bit more, be it negative or positive. i really like the idea of adding more texture to my paintings. i’m thinking about combing some paint with sand and other materials. i’ve said previously how i enjoy sewing and fabrics so i think it is an obvious progression.

2. I think they did understand what the work was about. 

3. I was surprised that they said they would save all elements of the work if it were to be in a fire. this was the main item that made me disapointed because i was hoping for something more constructive that i could work with more than “nothing because its beautiful” then again, you can see i didnt really answer the above question.. maybe because it doesnt have a particular agenda and is intended to just ‘look nice’ and therefore there is nothing to not understand.

4.I agreed with all their observations. i wouldve liked to view the work closer together just to see how different it would look compared to how veronika suggested it sit. i loved the idea of adding more texture.

5.If i had more time and money i would make a bigger piece more akin to Richters scale. last year obviously i painted my studio wall space but obviously i would enjoy painting even bigger than that. and adding more texture.

6. the aspect of the research that was most useful to making my pieces was listening to specific music/ genre of music whilst painting. this created a cohesive mood and gave the paintings the same vibe.