#i feel so braindead tonight

[whentherewerebicycles]

ok reworked a big chunk of my cover letter and then ran out of steam (I have slept… so badly all week) but I’m feeling positive about it. I really don’t want to spend a ton of time obsessing over it so I’m going to try to finish it tomorrow after my morning meetings. I have an annoying work meeting first thing (about the situation I rage-cried about earlier today) but then I get to follow it up with a meeting with my all-time fave student. those calls always leave me feeling sooo happy and energized so I should be in a great headspace for finishing the letter. I ideally want to submit tomorrow but if I feel the materials aren’t quite there for whatever reason I’ll allow myself the weekend to tinker. I am qualified for this job! and pretty sure I would greatly enjoy literally every aspect of it!! cross your fingers for me!!!

[yuanology]

Im back again👹, I’ve been thinking on fwb with suguru, and I believe that in some way Suguru would prefer fucking in the night, only the moon through the window as a source of light, yknow like i can’t get out of my head praising suguru, telling him how pretty he is but he can’t help it but feel not enough ,like not enough to be something more than a sexual partner

lowpropgeo my head is full of sad ideas 🐸(it’s a sad frog )

jesus fucking christ.

suguru lets out the prettiest noises when you're buried deep inside of him, thrusting into him lazily as if you intended to make love to him until the end of the world came and passed, leaving your skeletons still wrapped in each other's arms; a perfect mimicry of the lovers you were not.

he was shy about his noises. you knew that from the very beginning. he would cover his mouth with his hand, beg you to stuff his mouth full with your fingers. even so, you always taught him that there was nothing at all to be embarrassed about. you always caught his wrists, pinning them over his head, as you coaxed sound after sound out of his lips.

tonight was no different. the blinds were parted slightly, just enough for the moonlight to filter through. it was a pleasant reminder that just one wrong move was all that it would take to reveal everything unraveling here to the rest of the world.

you were always careful with him. this sight was just for you, after all—geto suguru in your sheets, his back arched and his lips parted, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and his toes curling in his pleasure as you coaxed out pretty sound after pretty sound from his mouth. he was beautiful, always had been, and unlike most people, you had the privilege to tell him that straight to his face.

so you did.

"you're beautiful," you whispered. your voice was too soft, too loaded with such reverence and awe, but you had learned to stop catching yourself a long time ago. suguru was always the most beautiful when the compliments would filter through his ears, and the weight of your words would settle on his ribs.

true enough, suguru let out a sound that was akin to a sob. his nails dragged across the skin on your back, no doubt leaving red marks that wouldn't fade away for days. you only let out a low chuckle, the sound helplessly fond, as your mouth met the skin of his jaw.

"it's true," you continued. "you're beautiful, suguru. every inch of you." especially this way, bathed in the moonlight with his hair splayed all around him like a crown; a halo befitting a fallen angel

here, cradled in your existence, geto suguru was entirely yours—and what a thrill it was to hold him in your arms, to simply hold him as you fuck into him lazily without a care for the world. "so, so beautiful," you murmured.

he let out a ruined sound. "please," he choked out. it wasn't the first time he had begged you tonight, and you sincerely doubted this would be the last if you kept this up.

he was always so good to you, setting aside his pride and arrogance just so that you would hold him the way he deserved to be held—as if he was something precious, as if he was someone worthy. it was still nice, admittedly, to see suguru break and become a mindless being who just wanted more of your touch, your presence, your love.

"please what, gorgeous?" your lips skirted over his jaw.

his voice was strangled. "want more. not enough." he sounded fucked out, entirely braindead. you doubted he even noticed the way his hips were fucking against you, the motion steady enough that you could stop thrusting into him and he would barely notice.

"what's not enough, lovely?" you asked him. a customary question.

you expected the ordinary answers, the sound of his voice catching in his throat repeatedly before he managed to grit out his answer. please, you could already hear him say. please, this isn't enough. i want more. it was routine at this point, a predictable motion, a back and forth.

so you weren't expecting it when he choked out—

"you."

there were tears in his eyes. his nails were scratching down your back. his voice was ruined. this should all be the usual. this should be predictable.

except his answer was all the wrong ones.

oblivious to your internal struggle, suguru sobbed underneath you. his body writhed, clinging onto you tighter. "please, please, please," he babbled. "i want more. not enough. please, not enough."

not enough. not enough. not enough.

all thoughts of lingering quickly curdled into something sour in your stomach. you reared back, hips meeting his in one abrupt motion. a loud scream escaped suguru's throat, a sound that you would usually relish in but couldn't focus on now.

your motions were robotic as you fucked him, sharp and hard and fast the way suguru liked it when you ruined him. not enough, huh? fine. if suguru thought none of this was enough, then you would just please him the way he wanted to be pleased. you wouldn't linger any longer, wouldn't give him reprieve or a chance to be touched the way he deserved to be touched.

(and fuck, didn't that thought hurt? you thought you were both doing well; that something more was perhaps blooming. you must have thought wrong.)

suguru continued letting out slurred words under his breath, his pleas bleeding into the sound of his own choked moans. you disregarded it. instead, you fucked him as if you didn't care about him, fucked him as if he was just another warm body for you to get yourself off on.

suguru wailed, and you swallowed the heart beating in the back of your mouth.

not enough. not enough. not enough.

you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him shudder underneath you beautifully. you couldn't help the lump that formed in your throat, the gentle ache in your chest that you had learned to associate with geto suguru.

not enough.

it shouldn't be a surprise, really, that suguru woke up the next morning without you by his side for the first time in a long time. there was no letter, no message, none of your warmth lingering on the bed next to him. you were gone, just like that.

still, suguru thought as he clenched his fists. at least, if you were going to leave him, you shouldn't cook him breakfast and leave out coffee before you did.

[babydray777]

It’s always colder in Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x fem!slyth reader

WC: I don’t know man it’s not that long just read it

1am was feeling like an agony.

I once proclaimed that Slytherin Common room was way colder than the other ones and my classmates declared that it was nonsense, that the whole castle may have been somehow enchanted to be a warm place for people to stay, that it would be unfair if anyone were to deal with cold because they were sorted in an specific house.

It may be that I’m way more prominent to feel cold (which I’m not) or that my classmates are too proud to recognize that our house may have at least one drawback in comparison to the rest, but I’m pretty sure that winter nights in Gryffindor common room are way warmer than here.

It may be because we are in the dungeons, or because we are under the lake. In any case, I don’t think there is any magical architecture protecting us from unfairness. So tonight is snowing outside, and I feel cold as shit.

Even though, cold was not being my primal issue. I would not have laved anything like an agony over something as simple as that. My main problem was the fact that I was not being able to sleep even after two hours of trying.

I already thought about my day, I already thought about my classes, I even imagined fake scenarios between some teachers just to have fun in my own head for a while to see if I was able to get tired. I thought about people in my school, I thought about my friends and how the girl group of them were so pleasantly sleeping by my sides. I thought about everyone, or at least everyone, cause there was certainly a person I did not feel the urge to think about.

It’s been a few rough months, mentally rough I mean. I have always been pretty close to the boys in my house, Zabini was cool and a good gossip partner, Theodore was funny when he was not trying to win my heart over those jokes, Crabbe and Goyle were… Well, those are definitely not my favorite, but I managed to ignore their braindead comments and sounding ways to chew.

But there was also Draco Malfoy, and oh if I have been ignoring thinking about Draco Malfoy.

The thing is, we are certainly… tense.

We have always been friends, I would even dare to say that he has always been the closest one of them for me. Grew up together as our parents are pretty much close and became thick as thieves while growing up.

In our first years at Hogwarts our friendship became a little less personal as we were now surrounded by not only new friends but many other people in general. Draco became a little bit annoying towards me, or a little bit annoying in general. He was restless and sarcastic, not to mention mean sometimes, although there were few the times in which he had really crossed a line and we always ended up talking it through, so I just ended up assuming that my best friend was just a little bit of an asshole sometimes, I ignored him whenever he was not in the mood and ended the conversation there. He was still my best friend and I was not the one to fix anyone’s behavior, I was not his mother.

Well, it would have end well if that were the end of the story, problem is that our friendship took kind of a turn a few months ago when something happened. I do not want to get pretty specific so I just prefer to say that a few drinks, a joint and a pretty blonde rich boy could make anyone feel dizzy about certain feelings or attractions on a summer night.

So, for the time going, we just stood in a place of being completely awkward towards each other sometimes, or extremely close some other times.

Reality is that I always feel push towards him, like a force begin me to go and hug him, to hold his hand while he’s walking by my side, to touch his face or lay my head on his shoulder. I could never deny (and believe me I tried) my attraction towards Draco Malfoy.

But that’s also the most uncomfortable thing that has happened to me.

Draco is not the kind of person you look up to date, not if you have known him your whole life and you could end up losing your closest friend over a predictable break up. He was a brat, pretty much selfish and I would dare to say a little but mean, plus, things were already tense enough.

But like I said before: 1am was feeling like an agony. And Slytherin common room was colder than the rest of them.

“Oh fuck it” I muttered and took away my blankets.

Walking at night in my nightgown was not the best idea ever, I felt like I was about to freeze but there would only be a few steps, I only had to cross the common room and then ahead to the other side of it.

I walked bare feet through it, saw that the chimney had a temptative fire and ignored it, just to keep walking towards my destination.

Once I reached the door, I knocked as hard as I could trying not to make much sound.

“Come on… Come on, I’m freezing”

I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. And it worked, cause suddenly a pale, angry face was looking at me just by the other side of the door.

As soon as he took recognition that it was me, his face relaxed and turned into a confused expression, he still looked a little bit annoyed, but not in a way that would made me feel like he’s about to snap some stupid comment.

“Y/N?” He asked. “What you doing here? Aren’t you cold?”

“Can I sleep with you?” I snapped at once. His prefect room completely empty at his back looking as tempting as hot chocolate. He looked at me for a second and I suddenly realized that it may have been a better idea in my mind than it was in reality. “I mean… It’s actually pretty cold and I don’t know, you are comfortable to cuddle at night, for some weird reason. No other intention included… and you see our common room is actually colder than the rest because…”

“Of course you can sleep with me” He interrupted at once. As I looked up again he was smiling. God, if he was not the prettiest boy this castle has ever seen.

I smiled back and he opened the door for me.

“Come on, hurry, I’m freezing”

As I entered the room he was already heading to get under the blankets, I followed him in a rush and lay beside him.

As I got under the blankets myself, he was quick to cuddle me, passing his arm from over my waist and getting close to me.

“God you are so cold” He mentioned while staring to pass his hand up and down my arm to give me some warm.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, now that I thought about it.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry” I muttered. He passed his other arm under my neck and hugged me completely.

I lay there in silence, feeling like I had the best idea of my life cause now my eyelids were finally feeling a little heavier and I was for once relaxed.

I was about to fall completely to my dreams when Draco suddenly said “Our common room is not colder than the rest, it would make no sense”

I sighed “It would actually make too much sense” I started “You see, we are in the dungeons so…”

“Y/N” He cut me. “Just go to sleep” I was not facing him, but I could have bet my life that he was at least smiling a little.

“You just woke me”

Draco kissed my shoulder from behind. The action took me completely by surprise and my heart made a little jump at the touch of his lips on my skin.

“You deserved it”

[caspiansluts]

Bound

Hello darlings.

Anyone who has been with me for a while knows this dance by now. I post, I disappear for two years, I apologise profusely, and the cycle continues. So let's just all pretend that I'm not a terrible excuse for a blogger and enjoy some mindless delicious Caspian porn, yeah?

Warnings: smut (duh), use of restraints, derogatory language, daddy/sir language, one small instance of faceslapping if that's not your jam. Ben Barnes is also a warning because dear god.

My stomach was tied in knots, goose bumps prickling all over my body as Caspian finished tightening the restraints around my wrists. He had blindfolded me this time, and it somehow made it even more exciting, bound spread eagled to the bed, completely helpless and unable to predict what he was going to do to me next.

“There we go,” he said softly. He trailed his hand down my stomach, making me squirm. “My pretty little slut is all ready to be used.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, biting my lip. We liked using restraints but he had never tied my legs apart like this before. I was aching already, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much teasing to break me tonight. “Want you to ruin me.”

He made a light tsking sound. “Patience,” he chastised. I could feel him shifting around on the bed, and then his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs as he settled between my legs. I trembled. “Just lie there and let me play with you for a bit.” I felt him leaning over me and his breath was hot against my neck, his fingertips teasing between my thighs but never high enough, never touching my pussy no matter how much I tried to wiggle my hips closer. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He sounded amused. “And I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Yes sir,” I whimpered. His hands left my thighs and ran up my sides. Unexpectedly, his mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I moaned as he sucked on it. Caspian knew how sensitive my nipples were, knew that every time he sucked and licked at them it felt as though he was playing with my pussy at the same time, and I could feel him smiling against me as I arched my back. He pinched my left nipple with his other hand.

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I gasped.

“That didn’t take long did it? My needy little slut. Daddy’s not ready to fuck you just yet.” He began to suck on my other nipple. I bit my lip and tried not to squirm so much but I couldn’t help it, I was throbbing and aching and desperate for him to fuck me, to touch me, anything so long as he would stop teasing my nipples. And then one hand was between my legs, spreading my lips, and my nipple fell from his mouth as he inhaled sharply. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “You’re dripping. You really are a little whore, aren’t you?” He gave me a rough smack on the cheek when I didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes sir, I’m your whore,” I gasped. My pussy was throbbing.

“Good girl,” his fingers dipped down and pressed against my entrance. “So wet. I bet you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Please, I need your cock, need you inside me,” I begged.

He started rubbing gentle circles around my clit and I bit my lip, desperate, aching, tingling, and unable to move, completely at his mercy. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cock and fuck you senseless? Make you my little braindead cumslut?” He carried on playing with my pussy, effortlessly finding my sweet spot, driving me insane with quick firm circles around my clit whilst all I could do was moan and squirm, unable to stop him because it was too much and too fast and I was too sensitive but fuck, I was already getting close and it felt so good…

And then when I was on the verge of cumming, I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my throat, squeezing just a bit too tight, and he growled in my ear. “Remember to ask permission.”

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” I moaned desperately.

“Not yet.” His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.

“Daddy,” I cried. “Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good I promise, just please let me cum!”

“Okay baby, you can cum,” he pressed just slightly harder on my clit, and I came almost instantly, the wave crashing over me and sending electric through my veins, cunt spasming uncontrollably and hips rising up off the bed, crying out in pleasure and pain as he continued toying with me and coaxing me through my orgasm, murmuring “There we go, there’s a good girl,” all the while. When I had finished coming down, he pressed a kiss to my temple through the blind fold.

“Thank you daddy,” I smiled, and when he replied I could hear the smile in his voice too.

“You’re welcome baby. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now.”

[crusty-chronicles]

Sandwiched between (Ging x Reader x Kite)

Synopsis: Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass.

Part 2

NSFW, So minors get out 😤

Warnings: threesome, fingering, anal, vaginal sex, drunk sex, friends with benefits kind of, cum, hickies, AFAB reader, slow burn I guess, I love me some exposition okay. 🥺

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It's a bit hazy to you how it started. The feeling of soft kisses under your jaw and the scrape of stubble across your neck had distracted you. Fingers working to rid you of your clothes while others eagerly touched exposed skin.

It must have had something to do with.....

Oh

You remembered now.

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It was rare the three of you were in the same place. Ging always on the move searching for new ruins. Kite constantly traveling to complete new surveys on recently discovered species. And you changing labs every now and then to study the stars.

It was miraculous, really, that the three of you had ended up in the same town. A few quick phone calls later, and you had all agreed to meet up at a bar to celebrate the new discoveries. (Although it took a little more convincing for the flakiest of the group to say yes. Namely, saying you'd tell his son where he was if he didn't get his ass over there.)

The bar you'd chosen to meet up in wasn't too crowded. The noise level was decent and the atmosphere was cozy. Surprisingly, Ging was the first one to get there.

Who made sure to let you know when you arrived last.

"Well look who finally decided to make it? I've been waiting for an hour."

You directed your attention to Kite.

"We've only been waiting twenty minutes. He's already on his fifth shot," he said while gesturing to a very pouty Ging.

"Ass, couldn't even wait for me to get here to start drinking." Your tone was teasing as you took your seat.

"Yeah, yeah. What kept you anyways? I mean it was your idea to go out drinking. You'd think the one who suggested it would be here first." Ging grumbled. Reaching for another shot before you stole it from him.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was late. Some braindead idiot lost all the research we gathered. We had to manually log in everything again and make several copies just in case. Such a pain."

You threw your head back and downed the shot. Your face scrunched up at the strong burn in your throat.

"Getting shit-faced tonight, I see?" You noted.

A huff of amusement from your left.

"You'll be more than shit-faced if you keep stealing his drinks. Here, this one's not as strong." Kite nudged a small glass towards you.

You took a swing and were delightfully surprised. The drink was a little sweeter and not too rough going down.

"You know me so well." You wriggled your eyebrows at the taller male, making him thwap the back of your head.

"Ow. Ging, Kite's bullying me." You whined.

"Good. That's what you get for stealing my shot. You owe me fifty cents for that by the way."

"Fifty cents? You're such an ass."

With the drinks flowing, you all became a little looser. Laughing and shoving each other for what felt like the first time in years. Faces tinted rosy shades from the alcohol. It was a pleasant change of pace from working tirelessly as Hunters.

"So what did you find?" You questioned Ging.

"Believe it or not we excavated a bunch of tombs. There was some dead language scrawled on the top of them that we're probably gonna decipher tomorrow."

"You got pictures?"

"The association doesn't really want that stuff out there yet."

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a second. Then drunken laughter rang out.

"Yeah fuck that, I've got ten. Wanna see?"

Ging pulled out his phone and placed it in the middle. He leaned over your right shoulder while Kite leaned over your left. Sarcophagus-like tombs were displayed on the screen.

"Okay Mr. Lurka Ruins. Fancy stuff." You then turned your head to address Kite.

"And you? What freaky little creatures did you find?" Your words were starting to become slightly slurred.

"My team and I managed to discover fifteen new species of insect."

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off.

"And before you ask, yes I did snag a few pictures. Here."

You sat contently as Kite's phone swapped with Ging's in the middle. Your eyes lit up with each new bug.

"You found those all here?"

"Yeah.... Now what have you been up to?"

Both men watched as you giddily reached in your pocket.

"Not to brag buuuut- Guess who discovered a planet!!!"

You switched on your phone and proudly showed your lock screen. A dark blue orb with black rings of stardust.

Ging let out a low whistle before speaking.

"Damn, not too shabby. Your little telescope picked that up?"

You nodded enthusiastically, a sight that was endearing.

"Hell yeah! And I'm working on a better model to be able to make out the details better. Three stars here I come!"

You had accidentally leaned you all the way back into Kite. You flashed a bright smile from your position. He grinned back before continuing the conversation.

"And you're gonna make sure to apply for it right? You're not gonna be lazy like Ging."

A protest of 'Hey' from the scuffed-up Hunter as you righted yourself up.

"Nope. Ging always sets the worst examples, like parenting." An offended gasp was heard.

"Kite, Y/n's bullying me!"

You stuck your tongue out.

"Can't you two argue without putting me in the middle?" Kite said, his tone exasperated.

Your playful banter with your friends was cut off by a stranger approaching. A tap on your shoulder had you swiveling around on the barstool.

"Can I help you?" You figured whoever it was just wanted directions.

Unbeknownst to you, it was some skeez who was hoping to get lucky tonight. He noticed you sitting down, along with your choice of company. A very scuffed up looking man who was probably homeless and wandered into the bar. And another gaunt dude who looked like a fragile push over.

Obviously you were in need of someone better. A pretty thing like you would do wonders for him.

"You most definitely can."

The semi-sober one of the group, Kite, was able to pick out this guy's predatory tone easily. A look at Ging told him he wasn't too fond of this stranger either.

"Why don't you ditch these losers and spend your night with a real man?" The skeez had a smug smirk on his face.

You, however, were not amused.

"Excuse me?" You weren't too thrilled about some stranger ruining your night with your friends. But this guy didn't take the hint.

"No need to be shy. I promise you'll enjoy yourself if you come home with me tonight."

You laughed, but it was a mocking one. And even though both men wouldn't have hesitated to put this guy in his place, they knew you could handle it yourself. Plus, you'd probably be upset if one of them tried to step in.

"Ten bucks says they kick his ass." Ging addressed from over your shoulder.

"Twenty says we get kicked out for it." Kite added.

Attention was back on you as you slammed your drink down at the guy's pestering.

"C'mon, don't be difficult. I can give you double than what these guys are paying."

Yeah that dude was fucked.

"Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can with your two centimeter dick. And it's kinda sad, dont'cha think? Paying someone to touch you because no sane person would ever try?"

The skeez froze. Anger replacing his smug expression.

"You know what, you're a slut anyways."

Ging looked over at Kite once more.

"Fifty says we have to pay for damages."

You shot up from your seat and approached the man. The anger turning into shock as you lifted him by his collar and slammed him through a table. You were very respected in your field, and they knew you wouldn't take being talked down to. Plus, your already short fuse was made even shorter thanks to the drinks running through your system.

You wiped your hands on your slacks and returned to your seat.

"Fucking hell. There goes my night." The bartender eyed you as you sat down. You quickly offered up your card.

"Here, for the table."

Your expression turned grumpy, turning to look behind at the mess you made and grumbling out profanities.

"Think it's a sign I should stop drinking?" You asked.

"You should. But are you really gonna commit after you've been pissed off?" Kite responded, trying to help distract you.

"Absolutely not. If anything, I'm gonna destroy my liver and get the biggest hangover of my life tomorrow."

Even though the conversation started to shift little by little, a certain Ruins Hunter couldn't shake your earlier words out of his head.

'Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can-'

An idea said so offhandedly, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Yet here he was, unable to rid the image of you spread out so nicely, crying at the way his fingers hit all the right spots inside you.

A thought he would blame on the alcohol for fogging up his good judgement.

And it had him thinking. Maybe both of you could celebrate in a different way tonight. To be fair, you were all just about to be kicked out of this shit bar for using that guy to destroy the table. Besides, if you got uncomfortable, he'd stop and that would be that. No harm no foul.

So he leaned over, stubble brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"You know, if you really wanted to test that earlier theory out, I'm open to it."

You choked on your drink the moment those words left his mouth. Immediately your face went a darker shade and you sputtered for a response.

"You are honestly the worst." Your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"Yeah, but I think I know my way around a body or two. Let's have some fun tonight. We did come all this way to 'celebrate.'" Then a bite to your lobe.

And the touch wasn't unwelcome. The advances weren't icky like that other drunk's. They made you feel hot and bothered in a very good way. Maybe it was the buzz of alcohol in your system. Maybe it was because you knew Ging so well. Or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the fact that your other friend was right next to you watching.

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Kite knew what Ging was doing, and he wasn't too happy about it. The dirty things being whispered in your ear had your legs squeezing themselves together. Your reaction was very much positive. And he wouldn't deny your earlier words having an effect on him too. But he was not about to let his best friend whisk you away to go fuck somewhere.

At least not without trying to woo you himself first.

Cautiously, he placed his hand on your thigh. The act catching you off guard and effectively sending shivers down your spine.

Heat starting to pool in your stomach from both of their ministrations.

Kite flashed you an innocent look when you directed your attention towards him. Hand inching higher up your thigh, lightly caressing your covered skin.

Then another lustful murmur in your ear from Ging.

"Looks like someone else wants to have fun. Think you have enough room to fit the both of us inside?"

The thought had you squirming. And as tempting as it was, this was neither the time nor place.

"Both of you behave. We're in public." But the hand on your thigh dipped between your legs and the lips against your ear trailed down to your neck.

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You'd given in quickly after that, dragging the both of them out and towards your apartment. Which was fortunately close by. And thank god it was because as soon as you opened the door, enthusiastic hands were back on you.

"Play nice," You warned after Ging had turned your head away from Kite's to stick his tongue down your throat.

A grumble, but no further protest as you all stumbled towards your bed.

A soft kiss that turned feral from the silver haired hunter. Bottom lip being tugged by his teeth. You gasped lightly at the suckling sensation on your neck from the other male. Both of them working together to rid you of your shirt.

"Feel good? No regrets?" The question was mumbled against your skin by Kite.

How sweet.

Your bra was quickly discarded and one of your nipples was enveloped by Ging's mouth.

"Mmm, feels great. But you're both going a little slow." You pulled away from the duo and shimmied out of your pants. A noticeable damp spot on your panties as you spread your legs open.

"Fingers only. And if you can make me cum in twenty minutes, we can do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

If they weren't hard before, they most certainly were now. A shared look between the two. It would be a team effort.

You were pushed lightly down on the mattress and watched as troublesome clothing was discarded. Hats and cloaks thrown to the side so they wouldn't get in the way. You let out a noise of disapproval as your poor underwear was ripped to shreds.

"Here, get these wet for me." Ging placed two of his fingers in front of your mouth. You obeyed and suckled on his calloused digits.

"Help us get you started, okay?" A different set of fingers placed themselves against your lips. You opened up and let them slide in. Your warm tongue taking turns wrapping around each one.

Your mouth would definitely be a point of interest later.

Even though you were soaking at this point, it didn't hurt to add a little more natural lubricant. In fact, it would probably feel even better.

Once they were sure their fingers were wet enough, they were removed from your mouth with a 'pop.' Never one for patience, Ging quickly thrusted his fingers inside your welcoming hole. You let out a hiss from the stretch that turned into a whine as Kite applied delicious pressure against your clit.

"Fuck!" Neither of them were going slow. If anything, they were speeding up at the sound of your pleasured cries. The fingers thrusting into your cunt grazing your g-spot. The ones circling your sensitive bundle of nerves were precise and unrelenting.

You feebly moved your hips to try and match their pace. A feeling of pride and smugness at the fact that you were coming undone so quickly. That yes, their fingers were proving to be more than enough for you.

But you needed to reach your high faster if other activities were to happen. The sooner you did, the better the night would get.

"Let's switch," Ging suggested. Kite stopped his movements for a second to hear him out.

"Your fingers are a little longer and mine are more calloused. Worth a shot, dont'cha think?"

A devious smirk made its way onto the taller male's face, understanding what Ging was getting at.

"Oh most definitely."

You were left confused as both men pulled away. Only to practically scream as bigger fingers plunged into your needy cunt and repeatedly hit your g-spot, along with rougher ones abusing your puffy clit. It was different than before. Better.

And the combined stimulation had your legs shaking. The coil in your stomach tightening at an alarming pace.

"Right there!" You encouraged. The fast pace from before was back. A few more well-coordinated movements and you were cumming hard.

Your legs fighting to close, but the death grip on your thighs prevented them from doing so. Both men wanting to see your climax in full.

The tremors going through your body. The way your hands fisted the sheets above you. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Kite removed his fingers. And your release leaking down your legs.

It took you a second to catch your breath. The haze in your mind clearing up and noticing the lustful stares from your friends.

"How long was that?" You asked. Regardless, you'd still let them do what they pleased with you. You were in no rush to cut tonight short after that.

"Fifteen minutes." Ging proudly announced.

You let out a small laugh.

"Hey what's funny!?!"

"You being so excited, stupid."

A small slurping sound interrupted your banter. The need in your core was back as you watched Kite lick his fingers clean of your juices.

He flashed you a wolfish grin when he met your gaze.

These men would be the death of you.

"So what's next? You fuck me?" Maybe you were a tad bit more excited than you should be. But after seeing what they could do with just their fingers, you were eager to see what they could accomplish with more.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Ging said, discarding his shirt before moving to undo his pants.

"Who would you want inside?" Kite asked, starting to strip down as well. Your answer was immediate.

"You, obviously."

"What!?!? Why does Kite get to be inside!?!" Ging complained. You gave a small glare in return.

"Remind me again which one of us has a kid? Maybe if you'd brought a condom I would consider it." It sounded like you were lecturing a child. And in a sense you were, a man child to be exact.

A possessive hand pulled you forward.

"Did you bring a condom?" The question was genuine from Kite, who was not prepared to defend against why he should be the one fucking your cunt instead of a protected Ging.

"Why would I bring one?!?! It's not like I knew I would be having sex tonight!!! And you didn't bring one either! It's not fair!" Ging pointed an accusatory finger at the silver haired male.

"Yeah? Well I trust Kite's pull-out game a helluva lot better than I trust yours. Zero beats one," You butted in.

"Fine, but if you get pregnant we'll all know who the father is."

"And I'll probably be a better one than you," Kite defended.

"No. No, no, no. I am not getting knocked up. You-," you pointed at Kite. "Are going to pull out. I'll buy some plan b in the morning. And you-," you pointed at Ging this time. "Need to decide where or what you want to fuck."

A beat of silence.

"I want your ass. Good with that?" A fair trade if he was being honest. He'd get to hear you scream and fuck the next best thing.

"I can make peace with that. So do we just...." You'd never been in a situation like this before. You didn't know who went where or what the proper position would be. All three of you on shaky knees on top of your bed. It was new territory that not even the wonders of booze could downplay.

"Here. Face me. Arms up here. And wait for Ging to go in first. Then we'll ease you down on me. Okay?" Kite's directions were comforting. His soft tone doing wonders to relax your body.

So you listened and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, waiting patiently for the man behind you to make his move.

You felt a finger prod at your ass and jumped.

"What? You've never had something in your ass before?" You weren't too fond of the teasing tone Ging had.

"No shit Sherlock. So you better go slow. And be damn grateful you're the first one I let in there!" You threw over your shoulder.

A finger pushed into you, the feeling foreign. Your body tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax, it won't hurt that bad." Ging assured.

Another entered. Both thrusting into your ass slowly, spreading your tight ring of muscles open. Prepping you for his achy cock.

He was desperate to just shove himself in and chase his own high, but you were his friend. And your comfort came first. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

So he took his time getting you accustomed to his fingers. Gently pushing in and out until he added a third.

You made a noise of discomfort at the added stretch. Fingers digging into Kite's shoulders to ground yourself.

"You're doing so good. Just relax, okay? If it hurts you can scratch me. But you'll be fine." A kiss on your pulse from the silver haired Hunter.

You nodded, feeling Ging remove his fingers and something bigger poke at your entrance.

"Take a deep breath and count to three. I'll go as slow as you need. Promise." You were surprised by how sweet Ging was being.

Aww, he cared.

You did as he instructed. You took a deep breath. One. Two. Three-

"SHIT!" You tried to move forward to get away from the burning intrusion, but Kite's grip kept you in place. You didn't know if it hurt so badly because you'd never done anal before, or if Ging was just too big for you to handle.

Either way, you endured the pain as best you could. Nails unfortunately breaking through Kite's skin. A damn shame.

"You're taking me so well. Already halfway in. Just a little more and we can take care of you. Don't be stupid and force yourself if it's too much, kay?"

A jolt of pleasure at Ging's praise. Not enough to dull the pain of your hole being stretched, but it was a start.

The feeling of lips against your neck distracted you. Your grip relaxing slightly.

"Almost there. Let me give you a reward for being so good."

The calloused pads of fingers made their way back to your clit while tender lips made their way to your chest, hand and mouth messing with your perky buds.

The pain was mixing with pleasure in a way that left you breathless. Unable to identify if you liked the combination or not. You felt Ging bottom out at last. He kept still, hands having a steady grip on your hips.

"There we go. Wasn't too bad now, was it?"

You shook your head, body trying its best to get used to the new sensation of having your ass full.

"Told you you'd be fine. Now, are you ready for me?" Kite whispered softly to you.

"I'm ready." You figured this would be the easy part. It was something you'd done before. Something familiar. It wouldn't hurt.

At least that's what you had thought.

Kite rubbed his member against your entrance, gathering slick so he would slip in easily. He aligned himself properly and pushed in slowly. Wanting to savor the feeling of you wrapped around him. He was surprised to feel how tight you were.

He barely registered your nails digging into his shoulders again until he heard you sniffle. Looking up, he saw you fighting back tears.

Concern for your well-being filled both of them.

But it wasn't because you couldn't handle it. It was just-

"Why the fuck are you both so big!?!" You whined.

It might've not been the best thing to say while both of them were getting adjusted. Neither of them could control their body's response to your words. A harsh snap of the hips from Ging and a hard thrust from Kite at your admission.

"Shit, don't say things like that yet. We're gonna hurt you, dumbass." Ging lectured, trying his best to keep still inside you.

But the thought that they were the biggest you've ever had, was making it very hard.

"S'not my fault. Feels too full inside." Both of your holes wrapped snugly around their cocks.

Another involuntary thrust inside you.

"Just tell us when you're ready. Can't hold back if you keep talking." Kite groaned against your ear, having fully bottomed out.

Your body felt hot, unused to being filled so well. Core burning with need at the fact. You were in for a long night.

"Okay. Go."

You felt them pull out slightly, the sting from your ass slowly dissipating while the uncomfortable stretch to your cunt became pleasurable.

Both setting a slow pace to get you used to the feeling. Lengths dragging against your sensitive walls until it drove you crazy. You might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

"Faster, please." Your voice shaky with your request.

Hands around your hips tightened along with another set above them.

"I thought you'd never ask," Was Ging's cheeky response before ramming himself back in. The sudden harshness from his movements earning a gasp. The force making you crash into Kite's chest.

"Make sure to let us know if it's too much." Soft words before he righted you up and started slamming into you.

Immediately your eyes lulled up into your skull. Your cunt and ass taking them over and over. A loud squelching starting to fill the room. Grunts and groans sounding in your ears.

You couldn't help but throw your head back at a perfectly coordinated thrust from both. With your neck bared open, rough lips quickly attached themselves to the skin.

Your arms reached behind you to pull Ging closer, encouraging his assault against your neck. Crying out as he bit down on a sensitive spot.

You were vaguely aware of another set of lips trailing down to your chest. Eyes widening as a wet heat enveloped one of your nipples. Tongue lapping the sensitive bud before switching to the other.

You moved one of your arms back down and fisted silver locks, tugging Kite closer to your chest. The feeling of both mouths on you causing your holes to clench down.

It was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought. Your throat going sore from your cries. Your poor body caught in a tug of war between the two men. Arms wrapped tightly around your body to angle themselves better.

Cocks hitting you in all the right places even though their movements greatly differed.

Ging's were fast and erratic, like he was jackrabbiting into you. Kite's were deep and sensual, like he was savoring your warmth.

It was hard to tell which you liked more. The brutal pace inside your ass stretching you like no one else had. Or the loving one inside your pussy that opened you up nice and slowly.

It didn't matter either way. What mattered was the way both had you seeing stars behind your eyes at the unwavering pleasure.

Your head was turned sharply to the side. Rough lips covering yours with an eager tongue slipping past. A groan from the Ruins Hunter as your tongues danced together, the taste of liquor a friendly reminder of tonight's earlier events.

Your head was guided away from him and towards a softer pair of lips. Kissing you tenderly before licking your lips for entrance. You obeyed and whined as Kite's tongue swiped across the roof of your mouth, getting a proper taste of you.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

The sight had your body tensing up and clenching down as your orgasm approached. You felt a smirk against your shoulder before a husky voice filled your ears.

"You liked being fucked, huh? Like having your little ass pounded into? Like Kite's cock splitting you open? Gonna cum already? You're such a baby."

Heat flooded your belly at Ging's words. Grinding your hips back into him as the coil wound itself tighter. Then there was a gentler voice in your other ear. One that was less cruel but had a very similar effect.

"That's it. You're squeezing me so tight. You enjoying yourself? Feel nice fucking your best friends? Cuz it sure as hell feels nice fucking you."

Your head felt dizzy from the different tone in words. Both making your slick drip down in between your bodies. You just couldn't hold on anymore, the shafts pounding into your holes becoming too much.

"Cumming! Gonna make me cu-ahh!" You let out a scream at the feeling of fingers rubbing against your clit once again. And it would have been comical to see both fighting and swatting the other away to touch your sensitive nub.

Key word: would've.

But the added sensation only had your mind going blank. The coil snapping as you spasmed around Kite's cock and clenched down on Ging's. The pleasured little ripples letting them know you'd reached your high.

Neither of them stopped to let you catch your breath. Even as tears of overstimulation started to form. You were just so nice and tight around them. Your gooey walls discouraging them from pulling out.

Until Ging got the bright idea to change things up a bit. This position was a little awkward and you did just cum twice.

You were lifted and swiftly pulled off Kite's cock, much to his displeasure and confusion.

"Wh-? Hey!"

"We'll have more fun this way."

You were set down ass up and face in front of Kite's dick. If you were being honest, you didn't mind this new change of position. The only thing you missed was being filled up so perfectly by both men. But this would do just fine.

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An: A cliffhanger??? Yes, now all of you go to horny jail. I'll finish up part two later this week. I didn't expect it to be this long so the original warnings are gonna change around a bit.

[wlfpet]

I need to feel abbys fingers in the back of my throat

18+ obviously

cw; throat… fingering? i guess, the strap on appears but is mostly just ambiance, mean!dom abby, sub!reader, spit kink.

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and she absolutely would, that’s the thing.

i think abby def has a nasty oral fixation, obsessed with your pretty mouth, and it wrings something out of her. of course, loving how your mouth suckles her cock, lips stretching over the shaft, little noises bubbling from of your throat as she bottoms out over and over. but sometimes, it’s how you wrap your lips around a straw, every light suck pulsating as you drink away, or watching you from over your shoulder as you apply gloss, artfully spreading the shine around with a deft finger.

it was damned religious.

it would be dark, your face lit from the side from the dull glow of the ceiling light in the other room, looking up from your knees as abby towered over you, manspreading against the backrest of the armchair, watching you transfixed in awe as her strap sprung free from her waistband, that dumbstruck look you always got plastered on your face as you pulled away the fabric, moving up to slide your soft, pretty hands past her pelvis and up her torso. the fat head of her cock tickling your hairline.

it was the first time in a long time that she had you like this; schedules never aligned, shifts ran over, last minute assignments became too fucking commonplace, so the most bedroom time the two of you had was flopping down next to each other, dead tired barely touching fingers before sleeping like the dead. but tonight it was different, and you were fucking horny, leaking under her watchful eye.

in her mind, you’d been doing it on purpose; being a bad girl, tempting her with every smile, every squish of your lips and pucker of your cheeks as you tasted something sour, how you ate candy painfully slow, rolling it over your tongue, savouring. licking a splatter of bubblegum back into your mouth, or how you’d look at her, doe-eyed, pouting when you didn’t get your way. It was too much for her, riling her up like an animal in a cage, and usually she’d fuck your brains out but today? she was practicing restraint.

abs was drunk off you, mostly, and a couple glasses of homemade whiskey from a soldier who owed her a solid. but you were innocent, watching attentively with saucers for eyes as you slipped into that mushy, braindead, safe subspace. you were hers, like you always were, in your perfect place. never noticing her frustration, those too long stares, her little addiction to that part of you. it was as though you were prey, and she swooped down, hooking an arm under your shoulders and lifting you up through her thighs, pulling you into her lap and locking your knees at either side, your breasts pushing against hers.

abby’s free hand came up to your throat, cutting off the blood flow and providing that idle pressure to your brain.

“gonna suck me off tonight baby?” she said, the slur of her words and that nonchalant, aloof dominance weaving into your brain and hitting your pussy head on. god, she wasn’t even showing off, and that was her superiority, surrounding you like a dark blind, exposing all of you to her. just how it was supposed to be, she always said.

you needed guidance; too little and stupid and weak, so someone else had to make the decisions and have all the thoughts, and you were okay with that.

“needa’ suck you mama, wanna treat you good.” running her thumb over your bottom lip, abby hummed in appreciation as you sucked it into your mouth, the divots of your teeth scraping against the flesh there, a thin, silvery line of drool following as she released you with a pop. you could suck a nickel out of a fucking straw. she rubbed it against your lips, wetting them, marveling at how the flesh was so easily molded by her finger.

“give me a sec’, gotta get you ready for me first.” She replaced her thumb with two plying, heavy fingers, sourness from spilt liquor coating your tastebuds. she fucked them slowly, gently into you, just enough to get them nice and wet for her. you were giddy, moaning happily as you ran your tongue between the digits, lapping up that flavour until there was nothing left. abby loved this, how the drool rolled down chin and into your breasts, pretty lips gripping onto her for dear life.

she couldn’t get enough and she pushed deeper, the hand around your neck still pulsating, feeling the muscle of your throat clench and unclench. She pushed deeper, knowing that her good girl could take it, always would take it, happy to get her sick little reward. her fingers hit your uvula and you wrenched back your head to cough, cheeks flushed, nose running, eyes watery and dripping and full of that fucking look.

the one that drives her insane, triggers that deep domspace where she can do anything to you and you’ll let her get away with it. she could strip your mind bit by bit, reducing you to your baser instincts creating her perfect pet with ease. you two were just the same, both needed this, wanted it all.

she looked over you, pathetic and whining, and brought a hand up to part your jaw, balling her own lips to force a gob of spit into your mouth before closing it back. you swallowed unconsciously, obediently, and she pulled you in close, whispering in your ear.

“gagging isn’t going to get you out of this, baby. gonna get throatfucked whether you like it or not.”

[xiaoluclair]

Yo! Hi. So,

Lestappen 7, 16 or 48

Mctwinks 32, 13 or 17

Norstappen 22, 20 or 2

Please and thank you

hi boo, imma get one of these out bc it was draiiinning and write the other two later!

17. to distract // ln4.op81 // G

Liam was a terrible influence, really. The Logan of this morning, bleary eyed and braindead with the prospect of a new day, would never have picked a lock, let alone failed at picking it and been bestowed with detention the entire month.

So. Terrible influence.

It's in the hour before his first detention, where he's stowed himself away in the library next to Oscar, that he gets a WhatsApp notification from his mom. Don't forget eggs for tonight! Also Kat has something to ask you.

logan, pops down from the top of the screen a second later. He thumbs open the message thread. i left dad's present in m02.

good for you, Logan thumbs out, while trying to think of a way to get out of detention that isn't 'I have to buy eggs'.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asks him. "You've got your 'Something is wrong' face on."

"I have to run groceries for my dad's birthday cake," Logan tells him. The time on his phone flicks to 16:57. "And get my sister's present for him that she forgot in the art block, and do this while I'm in detention."

"I can do those," offers Oscar.

"We're going out for dinner at six," added Logan, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder as he stood. "I haven't even told my mom yet. Don't play the Jurassic Park theme tune at my funeral."

Oscar grins. "No promises. And don't tell you mum," he adds, grabbing his own bag and following Logan out of the library, "not today anyway."

"Okay," they turn down a corridor of lockers, "so I should just. Not show up? Happy birthday dad, your son's M.I.A."

Oscar doesn't say anything for a minute. Logan leaves him be, caught up in his own trainwreck. They get to the room with a minute left on the clock. Logan turns to give Oscar a hug. When they pull apart, Oscar gives his shoulder a squeeze, round lump of a nose scrunched up a little with his grin. "Sit near the window," he says. "And leave the rest to me."

Logan enters detention feeling suitably concerned about his best friend's mental health. There's a couple of people already sat down, and a girl takes up the seat closest to the row of windows so Logan takes the seat just behind her. There's no teacher. Two minutes later, a boy lopes in, and drops his backpack down as he props himself on the desk at the front of the room, a wrinkled piece of paper in hand. "Prigard?"

"Here."

"Lawrence?"

"Yup."

"Sargeant?"

"Uh, here," says Logan, staring. He's fairly certain the guy is too young to be a teacher. He barely looks older than Logan. No one else says anything about it though, so.

It's fifteen minutes into the hour, maybe, when the door opens. Logan glances up, history essay blurring on the table. A few others do too, including the guy at the front, who's spent the entire time after taking roll fiddling on his phone.

"Ella Hare?" he says, glancing down at the register sheet. "You're a little late."

"Sorry," says Oscar, slipping slightly awkwardly into the room. "Got stuck in a comb."

Guy At The Front lights up like a very small Christmas Tree. He leans forward slightly. "Glad you found your way out."

Oscar makes his way to the front of the room. By this point, everyone in the is watching with at least an absent boredom. "Sorry to interrupt, mister..."

"Norris," says the guy, grinning.

"Mr Norris," repeats Oscar, stopping at the other end of the desk, and Logan can see his entire face. "What are your thoughts on... defenestration."

Logan puts his pad of paper and pen carefully into his bag. He zips it up as quietly as he can while Mr Norris says, "I love defenderation." Logan's hand slips, and the zipping goes slightly high-pitched and too loud. He freezes, eyes on the back of Mr Norris's head. It starts to turn.

"Hey," says Oscar loudly, quickly, "Mr Norris, are you free right now?"

A pause. "Depends," says Mr Norris. Logan edges out of his seat.

"Would you mind listening to my sister's grade eight saxophone?" Oscar continues. Logan nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"Would I..." echoes Mr Norris, and now he sounds confused.

"Yeah," says Oscar. The girl next to Logan is watching him creep his bag onto his shoulders with raised, incredibly studded eyebrows. Logan wonders if they're legal. "She needs a second opinion?"

"I'm the second opinion?"

"On estimate," says Oscar, and then there's a saxophone blaring through the room, just obnoxious enough for Logan to lift his chair back into the desk and fumble the window open. Now everyone is looking at him. There's a set of twins who look like they're three second away from shitting themselves with laughter.

Logan looks to where Oscar has his phone out. Mr Norris has perched on the end of the desk, back of his curly head to Logan and eyes on Oscar. He reaches up just as Logan puts his leg out of the window, and presses a finger to Oscar's phone. The music cuts out on a high note. "She's good," he says. "But is that what you came here to ask? If you were looking for Brown, then-"

Logan's arm slips and bangs into the window sill. Shit.

"What the-" Mr Norris twists. Logan's mentally signing his death certificate, when Oscar lunges out and his hand goes around Mr Norris's cheek. And then he, to Logan's immense horror, crushes their mouths together.

Logan's pretty sure his jaw just hit the other side of the earth.

Then he remembers why Oscar's just kissed a teacher, and funnels himself the rest of the way out of the window as quickly as possible.

Liam hands him a carton of eggs, the present his sister forgot, and three packs of Daim. "Sorry," he says, sincerely. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew that was all today."

"No problem," says Logan, still reeling. "All in the name of love."

Liam looks at him concernedly. "Right. Are you. Okay?"

"Oscar kissed a teacher," Logan tells him. That's illegal, he's pretty sure. More illegal than twenty piercings in one eyebrow.

Liam's face goes bewildered. "Really? Why?"

Logan groans. "To get me out of detention."

"Why'd he have to kiss a teacher?" asks Liam, confused. "Wasn't Lando taking it?"

Now Logan's also confused. He asks, tucking the eggs, the present, and two of the Daim packs into his bag. "Lando?"

Liam elaborates, taking the Daim pack and opening it so Logan can arrange everything in a way that hopefully won't break the eggs, "Lando Norris? Curly hair, kind of tanned. He's a senior. And a teacher's pet, although I'm not sure how, he's not exactly known for being the perfect academic."

"So he's not a teacher?" Logan checks.

Liam shakes his head, confirming, "Nope," as he passes Logan the opened Daim pack. "Also you better get a move on, or Oscar kissing Lando to get you out of detention is going to mean nothing." Urged on and sufficiently comforted by the knowledge that his best friend will not be sent to jail, Logan rushes to flag down his bus home.

are you alive? he sends Oscar. he isnt a teacher btw hes a senior. also im on the bus.

The reply comes while he's video taping his dad cutting the cake and he's singing Happy Birthday a lot quieter than his mom. That's a relief, it reads, punctuation and all, because I'm pretty sure I asked him out for good measure.

Logan continues recording, and just hopes Oscar's bid for love never involves breaking into the cupboard of art supplies.

[rdiowx]

hi hi hi cld u pls write prorev frerard x crew reader, w dom!gerard, sub!frank n sub!reader? maybe its backstage after a particularly energetic show or smth. if u cld include sm puppy play for both frank n reader, like grinding or stuff that wld amazing!!! luv ur writing, tysm <333

Oh my god this is genius.

BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

(I havent proofread like a quarter of this)

Genuinely made me start rubbing my hands together like a cartoon villain but wtv

Smut, puppy play-ish, grinding, dom!Gerard, sub!frank&reader, reader & frank are needy as fuck, frank and reader getting caught by Gerard, established relationship cause i suck at developing them, braindead frank by the end, could be gay could be bisexual idc, Mikey and ray show up at the end to judge.

Prorev!gerard&frank x crew!gn!reader

(Yk i had to use the prorev kiss)

Being apart of My Chemical Romances’ crew was great, an honor even. You were great at your job and you loved it, But you loved the view even more. Seeing your boyfriends give their all and practically fuck each other on stage was exhilarating, even if it did leave you a bit needy afterwards. However, you know frank got just as needy after shows too. After their set you went to find him, tonight had been a pretty energetic show after all.

Making your way back to where the dressing rooms and bathroom were, you found frank about to go into a dressing room and caught up with him. “Hi Frankie.” You whispered, laying your head on his shoulder from behind. Frank was used to this at this point and quickly pulled you into the dressing room with him. “Hi baby, You like the show?” Frank asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response, before pushing him back towards the couch. “Oh, you liked it a bit too much huh?” Frank queried from under you. “Shut up and get your pants off Frankie.” You whined trying to pull his jeans down to his thighs. He helped you, keeping his boxers on as well as you keeping you underwear on. Positioning yourself on him you quickly became impatient.

It didnt take long for you both to find a pace, a rather fast one but it worked for both of you. Frank was guiding your hips as you dug your finger nails into his shoulders. Hiding your face in his neck to suck bruises into it. “I dont think ill ever get sick of this.” Frank moaned, resting his head on the back of the couch, giving you more room to place hickeys on his neck. You hummed in agreement, not wanting to give up your spot on his neck.

Soon enough you were both feeling close, only to have been interrupted by Gerard. “So this is what you guys get up to after shows?” Gerard questioned, both of you still now that you’d been caught. “Thought it was suspicious that i couldn’t find either of you.” He finished, walking in and closing the door behind him, making sure to lock it. You and frank were now sitting beside each other, not daring to look up at Gerard. “M’sorry gee, but we just-“ you started, only to be cut off by Gerard. “Just what? Just couldn’t wait? Or even ask me first?” Gerard mocked, walking over to drag a chair in front of you both.

You both stayed silent at this, knowing you were both in the wrong. “Well? What are you sitting there for? Take the rest of your clothes off.” Gerard demanded, before watching you both scramble to get them off. You both sat there exposed for each other to see. However Gerard was still fully dressed. “Well since you both wanted to cum so bad, Frank, use your mouth to get them off.” Frank perked up as this, moving in between your legs.

Not only was frank skilled with his hands, he was very skilled with his mouth. He made sure to do his best getting you close before a simple “Stop.” Was heard from where Gerard was sitting. You let out a whine at this. “Shut up, you wanna act like a dog in heat, im gonna treat you like a dog in heat, you do as i say.” Gerard said, standing up and taking his clothes off. Frank had moved from his place between your legs to his spot beside you once again in that time. You and Frank both stared impatiently at Gerard as be seemed to be taking ages.

After Gerard finally got his clothes off, you and frank were basically squirming. “Gee..” you whined, you felt as if you were gonna burst. Gerard only shot you a look that shut you up immediately. “Frank, you’re in the middle this time.” Gerard demanded, slightly relieved, you know how overstimulating it can be in the middle. Positioning yourself on your back, you waited for frank to get in his place sinking himself inside of you making the both of you whimper.

Gerard was last, quickly thrusting inside of Frank. All of you moaned at that, the force of his thrust making frank sink deeper into you. after a while Gerard found his pace, influencing Franks. As Gerard got faster frank was struggling to keep it together. The feeling of you around him and Gerard inside of him was driving him insane. “Oh my fuck- god slow down please!” Frank moaned shoving his face into your neck. You bucked your hips into him causing him to let out a strangled noise and move his face back up. He pulled you into a kiss, swallowing your moans and whines. “Feel good?” Gerard asked, thrusting particularly hard that time; pulling a moan out of all of you.

After at least 10 minutes you were sure Frank was completely braindead by now. Only things he would utter were incoherent moans and strangled whines. He surprisingly kept his pace, keeping up with Gerard like it was hardwired into him. You were sure you’d have a bunch of hickeys after you guys were done the way frank was sucking into your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. Same with Frank, you and Gerard were abusing his neck with hickeys. Frank squeezed your hand as Gerard angled himself making Frank groan and lift his head up from its resting place on your neck.

You were sure Gerard was being cruel on purpose, as he had this shit eating grin that would sometimes appear if he fucked with frank specifically. You knew frank wasnt gonna last long and you weren’t either, his hips kept faltering and he continued to let strangled nosies out into your neck. You were saved by Gerard letting you know that he was gonna cum soon, otherwise you knew he was gonna overstimulate the both of you until he came.

Not even a minute later, frank released inside of you, soon being affected by overstimulation. You came after him and then Gerard. All of you letting out labored breaths, sitting in a comfortable silence while you recovered. You knew Ray and Mikey were probably looking for them by now, seeing as they had to go back to the bus. After you guys recovered enough that you wouldnt fall on your face, you went to put your clothes back on before throwing them theirs.

“C’mon we gotta go, Mikey and Ray are probably looking for you guys by now.” You muttered, putting your shoes on. After getting dressed and making sure nobody was around the dressing room you guys made your way back to the guy’s tour bus, only to be met with Mikey and Ray. “You guys look like shit.” Ray teased from his spot on the couch of the tour van. “Aw gross.” Mikey complained.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Can we please have some Funny Valentine content of your choice?💕👀 Like Hcs about his kinks/what he likes in a girl...etc.

Whatever you enjoy kween, your writing is on another level and we're being blessed

Thank you for the kind words omgness 🫶🙀 I’m so happy you guys like my writing!!

Funny valentine kinks/ what he likes in a girl hc🩷

F!reader!!

Kinks:

Something Funny definitely is when you try to get him riled up when he’s busy. Like wearing something sexy under your modest clothing and subtly hinting to him that you’ve got a surprise by lifting your skirt up just a tiny bit to reveal your lacy thigh high leggings. If you do this while he’s hosting a “party” for his superiors or people watching the race he will go crazy! His reputation is very important to him so don’t think for a second he won’t shut you up right then. Excusing himself to the restroom just to spank you and fuck you braindead, then using a lame excuse for when people ask where you went like “oh she tired herself out.” Or “she wasn’t feeling well”

Ex:

When you walked out in a tasteful two piece skirt down past your knees and blazer your president already knew what you were up to. Pulling you aside

“What are you up to, y/n? Need I remind you my superiors are here tonight.” He whispered into your ear as he gripped your arm

“Well I guess they can get a peek at the show aswell..” you yanked your arm from his grip and walked off

You walked off knowing the decision you had made was going to bite you later on but you didn’t care. He was rougher when he was angry and you liked that.

The president knew something was amiss when he spotted you playfully talking with of the higher ranking people there. He walked over and sat down, engaged in the conversation happily. Only excusing himself and you when you began rubbing up his thigh underneath the shared table.

“Excuse us would you.”

You knew exactly what was to come and you could not wait.

He love Love LOVES when you give him a blowjob under the table when he’s working, if his wife walks in at the same time it’s a double win. You have him balls deep in your throat and he’ll just sit there mumbling to himself and his wife until she leaves, then he’s all yours, grunting and leaning his head back against his chair as he guide your head up and down his cock. Fucking your warm throat until your eyes are all teary and you’re fucked out. Then he cums all over your teary red eyed face.

Ex:

You were under the desk of the president who was supposed so modest and had so much self control. He was running the country after all its only reasonable to think that…But here he was doing paperwork as you were sucking how cock dry. Occasionally bucking into your throat making you gag around his thick dick.. until a knock fell on the door.

“Come in.”

What was he doing?! Doesn’t he know you both could be ruined if anyone found out about this??

“Funny, dear, when will you be done with your paperwork?” His wife, scarlet said glancing at the stack of papers that he was continuously taking one piece a time out of.

“I don’t know.” He was so dismissive of her

“Well..” she moved closer to his desk where you were under “I was going to ask you about trying again tonight, who knows maybe I’ll like being a mother..”

His hips bucked into your throat, you tried your best to not gag as he did this. You didn’t want to get caught by his wife of all people

“Maybe. He scooted his chair under the desk more

His wife planted a kiss on his forehead before she left the room

He slid his chair back, admiring his cock stretching your mouth. “Good girl, princess. You didn’t gag once. You’re getting better at this aren’t you.”

His hands found the back of your head as his head fell back onto his hair. Grunting your name and other slurred curses along with it. Hitting the back of your throat as he did so. You looked up at him as he abused your sore throat. He pulled his cock out and you grabbed it from his hand to help him cum on your face. Coating your teary face in his hot semen

“Good girl.” The president huffed out

Breeding (obviously) he wants a baby. He wants a family, a child who can carry his name and legacy on after him. So, naturally he has a thing for filling you up like a cream donut🤷‍♀️. He loves bending you over and having you beg and plead for his load, begging for his child, for a child between the two of you. Filling you up severally times in one round is his favorite because he can watch it all drip out of your soaked pussy and slip down your legs on the hard wooded floor.

Ex:

“Fuck! Mr. president!” You moaned out as he slipped his cock in and out of your needy pussy

“Tell me, y/n. What do you want me to do? What do you want most of all?!” He said as he thrusted harder each time he spoke, hitting every stop in your sensitive cunt

“Your baby! Please Fuck me full of your cum! I need it! Give me your cum, Mr. Valentine!!” You said as your gripped onto the side of his desk

The president chucked as he happily obliged your request, gripping your hips hard as he filled your pussy to the brim with his seed. You let out a sigh of relief, happy to be filled. You let your hot body rest on the cold hard desk.

“I hope you enjoyed that y/n.. because we’re not done”

What he likes in his wemon.

Someone submissive, who will do whatever he says without questions. Period. If he told you to jump you’d better ask “how high.”

He loves a soft women who are femmine and do feminine things aside from cleaning, cooking and things of that nature because he of course have people assigned for that already. Just a nice woman who he can go to after work and fuck mindlessly. Essentially a trad wife.

They have to want to have children because again he wants to preserve his legacy and keep his name alive.

Someone who waits on him. Definitely not a must but he likes it. It is the 1800’s after all.

He wants to be the provider for his lady, not having her have to worry about anything but pleasing him and that’s it.

Again 1800’s so he’s pretty closed minded🙆‍♀️

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Buy me a Kofi!☕️

Definitely not required but they do help :)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Rufus 'RJ' Junior Firefly x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You try in vein to persuade your boyfriend to stay in with you Halloween morning.

Warnings: 😏 Thirst? No actual smut though.

*@marinerainbow !! I had to write this in responce to your asks XDD Turns out I'm too tired tonight to come up with my own thoughts?? ☠ So I built on one of yours 😅 I hope you like it! ^^ Consider this a late Christmas present? XD 😅

When you wake up, drool under your face damp on the pillow from last night getting fucked into it til you were just braindead, eyes fluttering open to see an empty bed beside you, you immediately fly up into a sitting position. Through sleepy, blurry eyes, you peer around the room, and find Rufus at the end of the bed lacing up his boots. "Oh no no- " You start, mouth tasting like sleep and limbs beyond tired, but pushing yourself forward anyway; crawling over to him and resting your forehead against his bare back. "no, no- where are you going??" This early?? Why is he leaving you this earlyyyyy...

"Gotta tow the car." He just says, straightening up. Cracking your eyes open, your lashes brushing against his skin, you carefully trace a soft, nasty-looking scar cut into his back. When he doesn't move immediately to get up and just leave you, you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his thick chest and nose over his shoulder blade until you find where you fit curled up against him; your nose settling now on his shoulder and your lips on his skin this time.

"... stay... I'll make it worth your while!~ "

... He doesn't say anything, to this. Thats okay, you know he knows your word is good. And your man isn't a huge talker, anyway.

Sighing, you turn your head and rest your cheek against his back, closing your eyes again. He's warrrm. You feel like falling right back to sleep.

...-but you cant!! You think, jolting yourself awake again. You know, as soon as you fall back to sleep, he's just going to leave and help his stupid siblings. And- why should they always get first dibs?? He's your boyfriend!

Like a cat, you crawl around him and settle yourself carefully in his lap; resting your tired arms over his broad shoulders and leaning your head back in order to see his eyes. His dark, calculated eyes you're obsessed with- you feel like he just knows everything about everyone. About everything. You wanna worship him.

And you have. And you will, again.

"Come on... what do I have to do to keep you here in bed with me today? Not all day, I know this is a Big Day for y'all, but just... a couple more hours. Just a sleep in." Incapable of helping yourself, you lean in and initiate a slow, dirty kiss; just the way he likes it. Just the way you like it, too. Heated and indecent. Amid the kiss, or mini make-out, Rufus manages to not pull you in closer. Not get hard. Not give in to your wiles. He kisses you back, and you know he likes it by the way he kisses you back just as heated and indecent, but you're not changing his mind. So when you pull back, you pout at him. "-Really??"

"Really." He grunts, then picks you up effortlessly and dumps you back on your shared bed; getting up and grabbing a random old shirt off the back of a chair.

"Oh- then- I'll come with you!" You finally give in, fumbling off the bed and looking around with still-blurry eyes, head heavy. And- oh, getting up was a mistake, your body doesn't like it at all. Brain is leaving you on your own and going back to sleep. "Gotta just- " Yawn. "Gotta- um- brush my shoes. Put on my teeth. Where's the, uh- the bathroom?"

Rufus looks at you levelly, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable- but stern. Strong. Intense. God, you love how he looks at you. "Get back in bed."

"No, I- hey!" Before you can even take a step towards where you think the bathroom must be, Rufus picks you right up off of the floor; throwing you over his broad shoulder and, with his big hand on your ass, takes you right back to bed. When you're dropped back onto the mattress, on your back, you immediately try to get up and go again- pushing yourself up onto your elbows, but Rufus is giving you a look that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Makes you breathless. "... okay fine I'll go back to bed, then."

"Good."

"... but you have to gimmie a kiss goodbye."

For a moment a flicker of a grin ghosts over his face at your antics, but it goes away as quickly as it appeared. You don't mind so much, though, you call it one for the win column; grinning back before he offers you his hand to help pull you up for that deep half-naked goodbye kiss.

[fuckmuttkim]

Need help fitting a dildo in your pussy? Would love if we both had the same dildo and tried to see who could get it all the way inside them first. First one gets their cock sucked. I'd purposely let you win, making eye contact as we both try to fuck our dildos deeper into ourselves. Trying to get you worked up and dripping so you can slide it right in because I just need your cock in my mouth so bad. As soon as you bottom out, my mouth is on your dick while I continue fucking myself on the dildo so my moans travel through you. Bet you taste and feel so good. I'd be licking and sucking your dick with vigor, moaning anytime it twitches or pulses in my mouth. Just wanna be a good little cocksucker for you while you're stretched out and cockwarming your dildo~

aaaahhhhhhh fuuuuck hiiii (@__@)

i’m fucking throbbing like three sentences in.. waaaaaaaa …

i do, i always need help :’) i can’t… my legs are twitching at the images this is putting in my head.. you would be the best little cocksucker for me, you’re so eager. that alone would get me so fucking wet.. it’d feel so fucking good to have your sweet moans vibrating my needy cock. the sight of my tcock in your mouth while my pussy is stuffed full WHILE you’re stuffed too. i’m so weak, i’m getting butterflies right now. i haven’t touched myself at ALL in 11 fucking days. Im braindead

and going to get myself so fucking soaked tonight to this

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

Shout out to @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt and @piratefalls for the tags! Second verse, same as the first; we got two WIP teases today again from living in a new normal and A Tournament for His Heart! Both bits are spicy (or spicy-adjacent). Enjoy, loves!

living in a new normal

(Alex is italics, Henry is regular)

Check your inbox. After our last conversation, let’s just say I was…inspired. Enjoy, love.

OMFG!!!!

fuck, baby. that was…

Did I break you?

shut the fuck up

Now is that any way to show your gratitude?

im sorry, im sorry

i really fucking loved it

thank u

There’s my good boy. You’re very welcome, love.

i want to be good for u, ur baby boy

I like the sound of that.

i wish i had something to call u when we talk like this

Why don’t you Google some titles?

fucking duh, ur so smart or im just braindead from that fucking story

okay so im scanning this article and i think i found something

promise to tell me if its lame?

I’m certain it won’t be, but I give you my word regardless.

so theres the usual stuff like sir or daddy

which i dont really like

sir feels too impersonal or whatever and there is only one man i call daddy and thats my actual father

Of course, love. Whatever makes you feel safe and comfortable.

but i kinda like my lord?

cause ur hot and british

like not to be an american cliche but ur fucking accent does things to me, baby

I love it.

And you’re not the only cliche here, Alex. I’m not sure if you realize it, but your accent seems to come out in certain settings, like when you’re drunk or extremely aroused.

u can just say horny hehe

so im ur baby boy and ur my lord?

Sounds perfect, love.

yay!!!

A Tournament for His Heart

“Fuck me,” he begged as Vincent took his spot behind Henry, stroking his quivering hole with a calloused finger. “Make me forget who I am.”

Vincent reached for the vile of oil on the small table next to his bed, and Henry turned his head to watch him slick up his fingers. Soon, Henry was full, those gifted digits stretching him and reaching that sweet spot inside that made Henry moan. But that was not enough. Henry reached behind him to stroke Vincent’s cock, begging, “I’m ready. Please, fuck me hard.”

Vincent smacked his ass and took his cock in hand. Henry groaned as he slid inside him. Once he sensed Henry was ready, he began fucking the prince at a relentless pace. One hand gripped Henry’s hips while the other yanked on his hair, sucking a bruise on his racing pulse that Henry would have to hide with a spell for days afterward. But it was worth it. For a heady moment, the world and its many troubles were held at bay as they took what their bodies needed. Henry let his eyes fall closed and imagined Alex. Did he seek out comfort in another’s arms as Henry did? Would he hate Henry for what he did now?

Forgive me, cariad, Henry pleaded as Vincent’s cock pistoned in and out of him like a raging bull.

Henry came with a broken sob, and Vincent soon followed, groaning as they both collapsed onto their sides on the mattress. As Henry struggled to catch his breath, Vincent nuzzled his neck and stroked his hip, his cock still buried deep inside Henry. It felt nice, loving even, though no such thing existed between them.

“Will you stay tonight?” Vincent asked. “Surely whatever troubled you will keep for an evening.”

Henry thought of returning to the palace, of lying in a cold, dark bedchamber alone, and he wanted to weep. He knew he would be reprimanded if it were discovered where he had gone and what he did. But here, in his substitute lover’s arms, he felt cherished, if only for a moment.

He let himself relax into Vincent’s rough but warm embrace and closed his eyes, whispering, “I’ll stay.”

A/N- Don't worry yall; Henry's heart still belongs to Alex. He just needs to be held (and other things) in the meantime. Chapter one is basically finished, I just need to rewrite the beginning a little to add another character. And much like Alex, I have a peekaboo Southern accent. Chapter three of LNN is about halfway done, I just have two more cities to get through. This chapter will be an epistolary chapter of longing journal entries between the boys and fun text convos. I'm kinda in love with it, and I hope you will be too! I just finalized the band's European tour schedule. Anyone interested in a sneak peek?

Later, taters!

I think most of the people I usually tag have already been tagged, so open tag!

[akgaereporter]

txt: soobin catching strays for *checks notes* watching an anime..

tldr: a pann article(?) was starting shit abt an anime soobin mentioned on a live from MONTHS AGO. the anime (made in abyss) has some disturbing/horror/gore themes. he said he thought it was boring and was hesitant to recomend it to moas in the live. but in another live he had with seungkwan, he said he watched it because woozi mentioned it and then said he recommended it to sk. moas started making it a real issue, saying "if u defend him for this block me" & implying he endorsed the themes in the anime. sigh..

when ur in a meat eating competition and ur opponents are soobin antis who call themselves moas😱😱😱😱😱 yall are annoying as fuck all shade.. leave him ALONE abeg

tonight soobins name is trending on twt dot com for something other than the seunghan live or pannchoa making shit up about him😓 apparently (because i couldnt find it) a REAL kr pann article, not flopchoa, was made resurfacing an old live of him talking about animes he's watched. one of them was made in abyss, a psychological horror anime that is meant to be disturbing.

in this live he says that its not something he wants to recommend to moas because of the themes in it. after the clip started making rounds on twt however, people brought up the fact that he'd mentioned it before and said he enjoyed it.

now lets not jump to conclusions like SOME lewsers and realize here that the anime version of made in abyss that's available in korea is highly censored. it reduced the s3xual/problematic scenes that were in the manga, and had a lot of stuff cut out of it that made it bad.

but even if this wasnt the case, its so silly to suggest that u endorse every piece of media u watch☠️ are u a vehicle if i watch cars 2?? are u a murderer if u watch true crime?? are u gay if u watch heartstopper? well yes but lets please use some critical thinking here friends

the first two screenshots from his live alone should be the end of this discussion because thats obviously how he really feels. but noooo user28247943 on twt.com always has to create some thinkpiece for other no brain having ass kpop stans to like and rt and make blockchains abt.. exhibit a:

like what the hell r these people yapping about. me when im trying SOOOO HARD im PISSING and CRAPPING MYSELF to make this grown man from south korea who has no idea i am look like a bad person☠️

yeonternet was the person who started all this bs tho. idk if theyre the one who brought the pann article to twt but their tweets abt it are so braindead lord.. this person had over 1k follows trying to police what an adult man watches & saying it makes her uncomfortable that he does.. girl dont watch what he watches then?? and after shitting out that steaming load of crap shawty deactivated without clarification cause she couldnt take the heat ! ikdr never come back

++apparently the author of made in abyss admitted that they used the show to portray their s3xual fantasies abt children but even hardcore watchers of the show didnt know that like..

also when he initially said all this in the live the response was fawking normal as it should be..

bc it isnt just gore and horror and nasty scenes, it has worldbuilding elements, characters, plot, etc that people enjoy it for. its rated highly and its so fucking ridiculous that people were genuinely throwing around the word PEDO for stupid shit like this. when actual pedos show up yall wont even be able to recognize them through the serious justice warrior twitter brainrot thats spreading rn..

but the bottom line here is that its pretty clear people are trying to start a smear campaign on soobin. the pann article itself was just nasty akgaes and antis adding onto the hate train hes been getting since the sh live thing. and it's just so nasty and horrible to see self proclaimed moas jumping on that the first chance they got like damn bitch ur just a LOSER who never liked sb in the first place. need all of these mfs ran off the app immediately like its concerning to see how many of them have large followings

uarmyeonjun went priv but she had almost 2.5K FOLLOWS before those twts. genuinely be careful who u call oomf like these people are real hybrids all it takes is an alt/priv and a dream for a normal person to turn into a complete FREAK ASS😓 hell is real and its called moaville

a story in 3 parts:

maybe 4

1.3k follows are we not SCARED?

here’s a link to a thread of the clowns in HD ! point and laugh❤️

https://x.com/beomjzns/status/1726102040848527854?s=61

anyways stay safe in these streets trust nobody stay strapped at all times. kpoptwt gets uglier everyday bye

[crimson-kisses]

If you're okay with it, please give poly headcanons for Nyo Poland and Nyo Lithuania with a darling who rejects their confession.

I am down for anything dw babes, more drama in the menu tonight ladies ✨ two traumatized mentally unstable maidens who would kill for you. Warnings: yandere obv, guaranteed throwing of hands and bloody swords. Very harsh language :(

Sworn promises.

Nyotalia Poland — Florentyna Łukasiewicz  Nyotalia Lithuania — Tatjana Lorinaitytė

“You stupid, air-headed arrogant bitch”

Tatjana muttered whatever curses and insults came at the tip of her tongue through gritted teeth, she was injured but had managed to draw blood by drawing a clean cut on the waist of the woman she had grown to loathe. She was always a better swordswoman than her, moves calculated and precise, and even though her opponent was a force to be reckoned with, her skills were just superior.

It’s wasn’t rare for Florentyna to get on her nerves, unlike their male counterparts, they both were rather distant, and although as much as they tried, there was always a barrier between them which stilted any growth in their friendship. Of course, they are nations, relationships and friendships shuffle about. That was reasonable.

What really pissed her off was the Polish woman’s arrogance, her naive risky attitude towards everything sometimes gave her a headache. And after what she had done? Oh she had gone to her lover, which they both agreed to share after a through conversation and a heartfelt discussion (bleh), and apparently screwed any chances of them being together. Or rather, her chances.

Florentyna had been too strong on the poor thing, you were after all an easily flustered, pure soul, soft spoken and easily stressed who had been intimidated by the extravagant flirting followed by borderline harassment. It was a disaster. Tatjana had no issues with confessing herself, but she had grown anxious and despite her warnings, the blonde had took off over to the bar you worked at. Decided to get drunk off her ass and then propose to you in the most inappropriate manner possible.

She had no idea just why exactly didn’t she see the issue, or the importance mostly, of the situation they were dealing with!? Tatjana knew that Florentyna was a smart, cunning woman who could stand up to Anya or Berlinda even, why was she so careless and tactless when it came to you?! It frustrated her to no end to see her playing around with you in this manner, she herself wasn’t the most bold person around, mostly because of her spiraling anxious thoughts concerning you.

"Better than being a spineless coward like you, what had caught your tongue from ever revealing your feelings?",

Florentyna gave a taunting smile towards the brunette, even though her wounds hurt a lot, she endured the pain, after all she had gone through worse things. This was merely a scratch really. The bloodloss only made her more excited, it was wonderful to annoy the shit out of 'miss-stick-up-her-spineless-flat-ass'. Gosh, this woman could be very judgmental, not that she cared anymore.

Tatjana huffed in disbelief and tilted her head in an observing way, eyes narrowed and blinking tiredly from the whole ordeal they were going through. She briefly lowered her sword, damaged braid tossed behind her back with barely constrained rage.

"You do realise, you braindead whore, that this situation screwed any chances for both of us", she barely dodged the high kick from her opponent and crouched down to the ground before headbutting the lady in the gut, causing a satisfied grunt followed by a loud thud.

Florentyna hissed at the sharp pain on her sides, flipping herself on her feet just as quickly as she had been head butted, swaying from the sudden motion and simply gave the Lithuanian an unimpressed look, as if she had heard the most idiotic thing from her mouth.

"You think I don't know that?", she nonchalantly responded while rolling her eyes, although she was still alert and honestly she knew her own limits quite well too. Both of them have been fighting since sunrise, "If anything, we didn't stand a chance either way, you pathetic masochistic slut",

"Don't you bring Nikolai into this!!", the Polish woman gave a crooked smile at the frustrated screeching tone and rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting a wound once more from that damned sword. A teasing glint in her eyes.

"Really?, what made you think I was referring to him Tatji?", Florentyna knew that the man was still a sore topic somewhat, being her ex-lover or whatever, but it was a great fun now and then. To tease her about it and watch her emotionally combust at the mere mention of their so called relationship. She only got a snarl in return and managed to step close enough to the woman, swiftly hitting her square on face with her elbow and managing to slam the brunette on the floor by hitting her behind the knee with her foot.

Tatjana swore she was going to murder the piece of shit but the intense pain stopped her from even seeing straight, damn it, she should have known there was no winning fairly with honor with this menace of a woman. She saw stars until after a while she was met with the face she had grown irate by.

"Just what do you mean???",

Florentyna took a seat on the tummy of the woman seething below her in sweet disdain, with a usual carefree demeanor. A sigh escaped her lips, turning into a beaming smile as she twirled her dagger playfully. Not that it made the situation any better, as she bent closer to her ear and answered in a low whisper,

"It was bound to be a 'no' all along; like, we could simply take such matters and inconveniences, into our own hands".

She got up from her position cautiously, both of the women holding their gazes with no words needing to be exchanged. Until finally, Tatjana picked herself up off the ground, holding her sword with a strong grip, a newfound determination set upon her. A stiff nod towards her companion who simply gave her an aloof expression in return.

"Let's proceed then".

I like to think, Florentyna would consider their odds from the start especially considering the fact that you would be a mortal. She is naturally a very cynical individual, hence she would consider many scenarios about how a poly relationship would go with a human and her fellow nation with whom she has quite a history with.

It would take Tatjana much more convincing to actually go through with the plan, as unlike the other, she is very considerate about your wellbeing above all. She would have to be very concerned about a particular issue to finally follow through with what Florentyna would suggest. Which won't be that difficult.

I like to think about Florentyna not caring much about your defiance regarding their relationship, she has gone through a lot of shit to care anymore. Being a heavily traumatised individual, she has simply stopped caring about a lot of things along the way. More so than Felix. Being much more crazy and unstable.

Tatjana on the other hand, is more level headed than Tolys, is less sensitive and more likely to hold a decent relationship with you. She would be rather protective, and would be more sympathetic to your situation, make no mistake though she won't be going against her word of promise unless something drastic has been done against you. She somewhat trusts the Polish woman and acknowledges her sense of loyalty but is also wary of when things get too tense.

So most likely, yes you will be kidnapped. There will be a heated debate involving the process, and it probably will continue after you have been taken by them.

A slight groan escaped your chapped lips as the dull pain throbbed across your forehead, harsh sunlight blinding your eyesight as the curtains were hasty pulled open.

"Are you stupid Tatja?, close the fucking curtains, you're going to blind the poor babe",

What?, you tried hard not to panic and make sense of what was going on, although it seemed as if your body naturally went on a panic mode, skin burning from the friction of the ropes and you almost vomited because of the gag placed in your mouth.

You remembered the blonde lady, and you swore you somewhat remembered the brunette. But well, no shit, if they were going to kidnap you, they must have been stalking you to know about your vacation whereabouts. The conclusion made you even more distraught and rightfully frustrated at the situation.

"Sorry, but the last thing we need is to cause a panic attack, being able to see is more likely to make them feel secure",

"Are you speaking out of your ass? Because that excuse was full of shit",

Tatjana simply sighed through her nose in annoyance and walked closer to where you were tied up to a chair. Seemingly expressionless, her eyes were filled with concern and almost a hint of fear, for what exactly you didn't know. Gloved hands caressed your face and you flinched in instinct at the movement.

"Don't worry........ ignore that empty headed woman, I shall take good care of you myself. Just let us play pretend for now, alright?"

Your eyes widened at the comment, and although you felt uncomfortable at the prospect of betrayal between the friends, couldn't you take advantage of the mutual distrust between the both of them?

Because you didn't miss the narrowed look of annoyance Florentyna sent towards the brunette nor the way she seemed ready to pull you away from her in any moment.

Yes, both of them would play pretend with each other, sure they could share you but both of them won't get along at first. These feelings will intensify until you escape or get taken away by someone else. You would think you could take advantage of this rivalry between them both, although once they catch on, they would be willing to put aside their differences and claiming you as theirs once again.

In the end, you rejection doesn't matter. Take it with a grain of salt, it was nothing but a simple form of basic courtesy from their side. I mean Tatjana would honestly disagree but Florentyna would make it clear that it was just that and nothing more.

Although they would question you about it, make sure to give a positive answer because Florentyna would tear you apart otherwise if she's in an unstable state and Tatjana is more likely to have an emotional meltdown, so choose your words rightly, she wouldn't dare hurt you of course. But the former would if she loses her mind for a moment.

You have to understand that even though they are friends, they have different mindsets and are intense in different ways. There are several things they will disagree on, causing frustration and mild conflict, and also they would have different opinions on how they should treat you depending on specific circumstances. And this would include the consequences of you rejecting their confession.

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

do u have angsty jdronica headcanons (that r still in a healthy au) i feel like being sad tonight

THANK YOU! I'm so bored and I need to work on angst stuff anyways.

Angsty JDronica Headcanons

Both tend to be very quiet after arguments. This usually either pisses the other off, or they both brush it off and make up.

JD tries to make more direct apologies face-to-face, while Veronica is more indirect (such as cooking a favorite meal because she feels bad).

They sleep in separate locations, even if the argument is rather small. JD protests against it, but usually submits and takes the couch.

Veronica is a lot more secretive about her emotions. She'll go to a private place to cry it out and be alone, such as a closet or the bathroom.

JD's nightmares tend to get worse after arguments, as Veronica doesn't usually treat him like this. Veronica has much more restless sleep, if any at all.

Again, thanks for requesting! I am so braindead when it comes to angst but this was some very fun practice. :D

[incarnateirony]

Sure the shit does, bitch. Just like Rumpocky does.

Bitch you are literally walking a living meme in front of spectators while denying you're doing it, and listening to the voices in your head that are literally all me telling you to do work and read a book in multiple timelines and pantheons, or to be a lobster or EAT BEEEEEEEEEEEEEF shut up with your fucking cope, go back to sucking on your ten pounds of beef like a good little brainwashed noodle that was ejected out of the house over tracked action, and just pretend you're in control, as you do, while losing it.

Tis'nt the beef wellington that gives the powers. somehow you've managed to completely fuck up a message again. The joke is the power is in going to get the fucking beef, and not shitposting into the internet about it pretending it's your Best Day Ever like you're three years old, because we all see through that too. Of course your bitch fat ass thinks the power is literally in the beef, and not in the works, or the ten thousand people shoving ideas up your ass right now on direction. Yeah sure okay it's just coincidence I posted Limited Set Meal Tonight, God Damn She's so Dramatic, to what, Accidentally into a ten mile deep joke about Beef with a saved "I've been waiting for this" beef response caption? Or maybe, just maybe, is my hand further up your ass than it was during the lobster or Work In Greece or Work Book In Norse?

Eat my shit.

The Beef Wellington doesn't give you powers Shealyn, and neither does the Octopus Jibberish Rumpocky. Living your own life, truly and genuinely, gives you the powers. What's not clicking?

Truly and genuinely requires admiting to Mark you've cultivated him into raping my face because of your inability to move on, though, and basing your entire model off of it while pretending to channel my ghost and grooming a cult to me, spewing my old anime joke like a moron, and calling it magic.

It's a rapey cult, Shea. Just be honest and let us go before the compulsions get worse. When you literally tie sizable chunks of your psyche to ghosts of me while signing everything imaginable, what the FUCK do you think HAPPENS, you braindead retard, even if I wasn't using mass psychobending tools? A five year old starter witch could turn your life inside out with what you signed over, the fuck you think is gonna happen when you do it to a quarter century magister while blaspheming a god? Bitch you a SPECIAL kind of retard.

Like there is literally not a voice in your head you can trust anymore no matter how big and brave, because guess what bitch, most of them are saying to do the work, half are weirdly quiet, the others are in their passive state that are showing the weakness of their projections, a few you're marching on a narrative for ceremoniously without feeling it outside of cernunnos, and ultimately, you've got a big shitshow now where you're left to wonder if it's even me or you, eventually, whether you fucking admit it or not, so enjoy that shit, you cheap skank. You like to pretend to be me and steal my thoughts and shit, we're slowly returning the favor.

Not our fault. You didn't just leave the fucking doors and windows all open, you put up a neon sign screaming "THIS BELONGS TO THE SPIRITUAL OWNERS OF THIS MOMENT AND THE MUTUAL CONSENT WHICH IS NOT OFFERED, SIGNED UPON IS THE SIGNATURE OF THIEF; ALL BELONGINGS SIGNED TO THIEF ARE THUS MOOT AND TRANSFERREDTO ORIGINAL OWNER UNTIL UNSIGNED" it is truly not even fucking complex theory Shealyn, you literally fucking understand this, you're just doing your denial horse shit again. Like, you ain't know SHIT about magic but even YOU know THIS.

Motherfucking Beef wellington. Of course of COURSE this obese bitch thinks someone was saying the beef gives you powers oh my god.

Is there a single goddamn point this woman doesn't manage to fuck up with the intensity of a thousand suns by design.

It's not that the Beef gives you powers girl. It's that if you keep sitting on sizeable parts of me pretending that they're you, we'll control you so thoroughly, you'll just eventually be replaced, since that's what you're aspiring for anyway. Since when were you the Beef girl? lmfao. That was like the one obese bitch thing you DIDN'T do, who handled the beef? Ohwait-

I mean it even went to Wendy's sis. What other signs do you need him to brain you with? We already had to dodge you almost setting off a tripwire taking off your dad in your haughtiness last night, but you won't listen about that, you'll just keep playing. We literally both stopped certain message circuits because the relay loop was about to pick a target you were going to sacrifice for the sake of an internet point here.

Or is Mark so fundamentally retarded HE thinks the Beef was the point, and not the fact that there's a psychobender currently backed by millions of people focusing on the same shit that you dumbfucks are STILL too dumb to understand? Is that where you got lost?

Here, let me explain this for Mark.

27 million people > 2-4 morons.

Does that clear it up for you fucking nimrods? Oh lemme guess Miss Octopus Jibberish And Her Schizo Gorilla Guardian And 3 Rookies She's Willfully Lied To In Octopese For Years As A Cult To Human Stupidity can just. Pretty princess away that much force. Because Belief*. Hers above everyone else, ofc, regardless of... anything. Because she says so. That's literally just how her universe works in her schizophrenic mind, and now she's actually losing control of corners of that schizophrenic mind and is in cope mode about Beef Powers now.

God what a morosely obese fucking inconsolable useless piece of shit. "Priestess" of hermes won't read an alchemy book or any book, can't catch a message, or a joke, or a moral, literally can not understand a single goddamn thing but FOOD, and thinks it stops at FOOD. LOBSTER? HEARD THAT. BEEF? HEARD THAT. BEEF POWERS? Fuck me you fucking Hutt. You can't even represent the god of thieves well, because the only thing you've stolen in your whole life is all of my ideas and you've been busted on it to everyone but like, you and your fiance both in mutual denial for mutual but opposite reasons.

Deadass I told you he's about to start using hilarious food metaphors to HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE NYOOOOOM you and set the date on the pictures and everything, it was right there. Then it happens and it's just, OH, THAT'S RANDOM, EVERYTHING'S RANDOM, IGNORE ALL OF THESE THINGS HAPPENING EXTERNALLY IN THE REAL WORLD WHEN THEY DO, BUT ONLY THE ANSWERS SHE IMAGINES EXPLAIN THEM, ALL NONSEQUENTIALLY OF COURSE. ARBITRARY ACTS OF GOD! ... BUT NOT MY GOD.

Gods and magics only exist within her head and when she can charge a premium to a sucker and write her own narrative unchallenged. She gets special versions, that are the realest, even when they're contradictory to all existing dogma or mythology for The Thing. Since she won't read any of that, so she doesn't know where she's acting a fool, and neither do her groomed neophytes. People she's convinced she doesn't need to read a thing, because she automatically knows all her invisible friends are authentic and honest and all else whatever, and she hears perfectly even when she fucks up Books and Works directly in front of us or can't understand a sentence about Hard Work and Wondered What It Meant.

When actual "magic" happens, the bitch can't see while being dragged backwards all the way to ancient greece about Doing Work. Not food? She's not interested. What started as "man it got weird like WEIRD weird" outside of your normal weird, then you realized oops you just verified everything I fucking said I was doing and oh that wasn't a big deal either, WHAT old man in greece? Nah that wasn't important. He didn't tell her Eat Borger.

Fuck. Cope harder. No wonder she's so obsessed with my old rumpocky joke she trolled herself with. The bitch truly thinks food will give her powers. There was no power in the rumpocky for the sake of it being a particular flavor of pocky, Shealyn. You're the one that got that all fucked up here, or did we forget? Cuz we can circle back to people eating the Cursed Octopus that made them speak Octopus Jibberish you were unwittingly spewing from a 2001 anime. Maybe we'll find out Beef Jibberish soon.

You violate our consent? We get to violate yours. You're insisting on staying signed on the line. You try to steal our ideas? That's fine, we'll just gradually replace the rest of yours too, since you want to be us so badly. Eventually we'll have effectively changed enough you'll cede or die anyway, that's literally how this works, so if you just want to keep on keeping on, that's like... literally your funeral, over an octopus line, but ok, weird flex. Like it is literally already happening. People are already literally watching you do the thing, while proclaiming it loudly, and showing how oblivious you are to doing the thing or what the thing or the goal is. You're just--it's there, you're doing it, it's happening. At least you're making a decision on what you want to be in the afterlife. LemonLobsterLady of the Octopus Jibberish Death. Great stuff. 10/10. Totally doesn't read like an extant greek punishment myth already.

The dipshittery, gets told we're about to food metaphor her for a special set dinner and derps through it, blames the Meatman to try to laugh it off by willfully misinterpreting as she always does. Or like we're marking down the levels we're crossing out in game parallel version of schema by cleaning house and she does the *exact behavior changes we are pushing the buttons on* and STILL can't bring herself to be assed to read or pay attention. Like okay fine we'll just fucking factory reset the bitch at this rate. We are legit like half through, even if I expect it to slow down from here because this is when we start striking the Real Shit.

UPDATE:

Oh look at her scoot scoot scoot, no no, Shealyn, you're mixing us up again. You're still doing the thing. That thing right there, you're mixing us up. I'm doing my works, to take back my works, and he does not approve of you lying about his teachings or works by stealing my works, and these are all things under his domain. He is handling it his way, I am handling it mine. I'm the one cussing you out, he was the one trying to reason with you now clogging you on the head in shrimply comedy tragedies, and that helps me, and that's how this works, but nobody's compelling anybody. The only one compelling me is me compelling you, because you signed to me. What's happening is the collective subconscious is what it is, and your crazy ass can go argue with your therapist about Jung once you let yourself get dragged to a psychiatrist for thinking a goddess possesses your cat.

How are you even getting that fucked up

It is the opposite of compulsion, it is the opposite of possession, it is literally the opposite of channeling, it is the opposite of all of that, which has been the point the entire time you fraud.

You made it. See Pyramid Head's maker? See the original Gauss message? No, Shealyn, you made it, he just taught me how to use it and is giggling in the background. He's a trickster, and that's what he does, especially when you piss around with the brotherhoods and shit, like this is just. Consequences. You're not in fairy tale land. You can't plead to tumblr to Political Correct the great god hermes into caring about your feelings when you're this out of pocket.

It's been clear the whole time, I've painted it out, you refuse to onboard the information because you don't like the truth. You and your lies fabricated the things that are now in a state of compulsion by reclaiming my work and will continue to act upon that, and there's nothing you can whine to do to stop it. You have one choice, and it's literally "stop being a petty lying idiot still in love with my ex that clearly thinks I'm a waste of air, that's why I've been stalking his magic dick re-enacting it three years, maybe I should let this shit go instead of whining that Magic isn't being Politically Correct And Considerate Of My Feelings" (subtext: wherein my feelings are my right to rape the face of his trans and spiritual id for all time and groom a cult to it while preaching Octopus Jibberish in his name because I'm an idiot that stole it)"

That's not how this works. That's not how this works in any belief system anywhere outside of your tumblr friend circles. Your tumblr and your roleplays aren't a religion, Shea, why do we have to keep coming back here. You get to unsign or I get to fix it my way, which I learned his Way, and you refused to learn so I guess you don't know what that is, nd well, you signed, so yolo, thanks.

One thing we BOTH told you is negotiations not accepted. What's wrong is wrong girl. So stop trying to drive backwards to ancient greece or sideways to other pantheons, because we can tell you the same thing up down left or right, if you haven't figured it out yet, because oh look you won't read the book to figure it out.

No negotiations. Real easy to fix. You just don't wanna, cuz you thought you could get petty, and now you're getting spooked, shrimp-girl. Did your Work Book give you anything new? Oh, no just affirmations, got it. Weird thing about refusing to learn new things and having no information transit, because you're not talking to gods, you're developing willful disassociative states to roleplay.

Welcome to remembering a real encounter with divinity, bitch. Yeah, feels different, it's starting to sting, ain't it? This weird stuffed bunny version of the gods is ending one way or another, you're the one deciding to make it as painful on yourself as possible.

He tried to ask you a while ago, while reminding you of his dance moves--what did you want, Peace or Ego? You chose Ego, and now we're here. In Cicada season. And the screaming begins.

Was it worth it?