#i'm sorry you have the wrong girliepop...

[delicatevalentine]

When Fergus sets out to find his envoy, he brings with him three tenets: considerate, fashionable, and stinkin' rich. The first two are easy enough to read at a glance. Someone is either polite or rude, chic or out-of-touch. But the final criterion--wealth--can emerge in a plethora of ways. Someone can flaunt their money with extravagant bracelets and corsets that squeeze their midsection. They can blow their money gambling, they can be inebriated so often that they're more wine than blood. Or, it can hide entirely. Having money is not the same as spending money.

Fergus would know.

While making his rounds his eyes land on Hilda, and he digs his heel into the ground. They're classmates, if memory serves. He throws his collection of gifts over his knee to get a better look, then cross-references them with her outfit. There's only so much a student can modify, but she seems to push right up to that rule and bend it with an overbearing presence. Moreover, he's seen her act sort of snooty. Like gold might just be something she can throw at someone to make them dance. Whether she weaves it into a gleaming string is her own prerogative, but her demeanor tells no lies. Plus, she looks fun. She'd go all out for a gift exchange, right? Probably has some ego she'd like to stroke with her sucker of a giftee, too.

"'Scuse me!" he chimes, sauntering his way into conversing distance, "No offense, but you look pretty well off. See all this I'm carryin'?" The corner of his mouth quirks up, scraping for what scraps of confidence it can wear. He'll need all he can if it turns out he's off the mark. "It must've run whoever a whole lot of cash to make it happen... So I'm trying to find 'em and say thanks."

Simple enough, right? She doesn't need any more explanation than that.

He cocks his head at her, throwing his question in an arc, "So, was it you?"

It wasn't every day that Hilda was simply minding her own business -- not a hint of her noble upbringing in sight -- when a student would materialise from the crowd and accuse her of being rich. They were right, of course, but it still felt like a social faux pas.

"Good afternoon to you too!" she said with a hint of indignation.

She now recognised the accuser as a fellow Deer, but not one she was well acquainted with. His arms were laden with gifts which, true to his words, were high in quality, and, if correlation followed the norm, price. Hilda knew opulence when she saw it. But whilst the selection matched her lavish tastes quite nicely, the student stood before her had not been the fates' choice for her giftee.

"Hmm. Not me, I'm afraid." Running a finger along the luxurious material of the saddle, she added, "But if you find whoever it is, let them know I'm always open for gifts, if the urge ever strikes!"

[k-zuzu]

Jeongin hard thoughts?

Imagine you and jeongin were having sex when he finished first so you ended up faking an orgasm. A few days later he overhears you telling a friend over the phone abt this. When you wake up next to him the next morning you find yourself tied to your headboard, unable to escape. You are completely naked and jeongin comes in. He eats you out and forces orgasm after orgasm out of you until you are crying and he is completely relentless. He finally let's up after your 15th orgasm and you are relived, until you see him take the vibrator from the drawer and turn it to the highest and holding it against your clit while he fucks you coaxing about 20 more orgasms leaving you feeling exhausted. He says he only did this to pay you back for the orgasm he owed you.

If you do this, could u pls tag me? <3333

스트레이키즈

yang jeongin 𖹭 afab!reader

what i owe you.

synopsis: an insecure jeongin wants nothing other than to make you feel good.

content: explicit sexual content (mdni), pwp, afab!female reader, established relationship, pet names (babe, baby, innie), dubious consent but it all works out, mentioned faked orgasm, yandere!jeongin if you put glasses and squint, they have a safeword but the reader doesn't use it, not proofread, lowercase intended.

explicit warnings: dom!jeongin, he is a little mean/aggressive but sweet and calm?, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, using a vibrator, bondage/eagle

zuzu's notes: highlow! sorry this took si long, it was in my drafts for awhile. idk if it's okay that i answered your ask or if you wanted me to just make a post and then tag you but... well, amazing ask, girliepop! i love the idea so much, but you made it sound conplwte idk what to add, i hope you enjoy anyway hehe. writing this kinda reminded me of seven by jungkook ft. latto, so maybe that's a song rec while reading this lol. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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"don't get me wrong, i love jeongin..."

i.n didn't intend to eavesdrop. he arrived home a few hours early to surprise you, but his curiosity piqued when he heard your soft voice when you were supposedly supposed to be the only one he would come home to. as he crept closer to the door of your shared bedroom, expecting the worst that he pushed to the back of his mind,

he knew that you were talking about him. he let out a breath of relief when he saw that you were on the phone. he wanted to know more but also he felt guilty for violating your privacy... it was your shared home anyway, he felt somewhat justified in his behavior.

"i guess he has been a little stressed lately and needed a quick release. i just had to fake mine,"

i.n's heart dropped to the pit of stomach. fake? he felt a gnawing sensation. as he listened closely, they prayed that you were referring to something else and not your intimate moments together. the uncertainty was weighing heavily on his mind and he felt a sense of insecurity about your pleasure. he wondered when else you would fake and he didn't realize. your words continued.

"otherwise... i don't know, he could have been embarrassed since he could always make me release before him... it's my first time having to fake it—"

without warning, i.n burst into the bedroom and loudly announced himself. "babe, i'm home!" he exclaimed, immediately capturing your attention. he proceeded to remove his shoulder bag and neatly comb his hair, all while putting on a convincing performance that he had just arrived.

"oh!" you exclaimed, hanging up the phone and rushing to put on your slippers and greeting i.n with a warm, loving hug that i.n struggled to return properly. "you're early, baby!" you said cheerily, planting a kiss on his cheek. "how was practice?"

"practice was a little tiring," he forced a smile. "i wanted to take you out to dinner."

"oh, really? let me get ready then—" you pulled away from him, looking around before heading toward the closet.

"ah, babe," he called out, following you into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind. "maybe after dinner, you'd wanna...?"

"oh," you paused. a bead of sweat dripped down i.n's forehead as he awaited your response. he felt a little nervous but he wanted to make up for your lost orgasm tonight until he heard your response; "maybe not tonight, baby." you smiled and patted his hand around you as you searched for an outfit.

"ah, okay, then..." i.n promptly removed his arms around your body and decided to wash up as well.

dinner went by quickly and quietly, probably like last night. i.n couldn't get the thought of your phone conversation out of his head and decided to plan something for the next morning.

"dinner was amazing, baby," you kissed his cheek as you opened the door to your apartment. "we haven't been able to eat out in weeks."

"that's why i wanted to surprise you..." he gave you a sweet smile.

the night ended peacefully, it was dark and quiet, the bedroom was well ventilated, and you were actually a bit chilly, so you cuddled up to i.n's broad form. curse you for being so cozy that night, you ended up having the deepest and best sleep of your life until you woke up to a sensation.

your eyes fluttered open and you look down to see i.n's head between your legs. slowly, your mind woke up along with your body and you grew alarmed, shutting your legs together, only to not. they were tied down to the foot of the bed, you tried to move your arms but they were tied to the end of the bed. "jeongin-" you rasped out.

he lifted his head from your legs, "oh, you're awake." he said blankly and wiped his bottop lip with his thumb as he sat up.

"what are you doing? untie me," you whined as your arms and legs struggled to escape the restrains.

"shh, baby, calm down..." he shuffled up, legs straddling your stomach as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your cheek, then your soft lips. he pulled away and stared into your eyes. "i'm simply making up for a lost orgasm the other night."

"babe, i have a meeting to get to,"

"tell them you're sick." he went back down and laid his tongue flatly on your clit, kitten licking it, earning a soft moan from you. "i'm sure you will be soon."

"baby, please-" you cried when he fit two of his thick fingers knuckle-deep effortlessly into your pussy, you were so wet from arousal and his saliva that he didn't struggle. he curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. "ah, baby-" you moaned out. fuck. he hadn't given you this type of attention in months, maybe it was okay to call in sick today. you were a bit overwhelmed and you could only move your hips against his hand.

"you like that?" i.n asked quietly as he watched your hips rock against his hand, eyes flickering to look at your already fucked out expression. "you must really like it..." he whispered and pulled his fingers out.

"innie!" you whined out, your disappointment was short-lived when he began lapping at your cunt again, sucking and eating you like there was no tomorrow. "don't stop like that..." you moaned, you could feel your climax building up as he sucked harshly on your clit and licked your hole. he let out a low moan as he felt your cum build up on his tongue.

"mmm, babe, you taste amazing. i can't believe i missed out on this for months..."

slowly, you caught your breath, but you felt his tongue on you again. "ah, innie, stop- i- can't..." you whined, moving your hips away from him.

"ah ah, quit moving, babe. i need to make you feel good." jeongin grabbed your hips in place and continued his job. you whined in his grasp, helpless. "if you really wanted to stop, you'd say the safeword, no?" he put his middle finger and began fingering you aggressively. you blubbered as you felt another orgasm building. "come on baby," he said, voice low as he quickened his pace, finger unrelenting, his thumb moved to rub your clit and you creamed around his finger.

"ah, baby... please..." you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut. you hadn't had to consecutive amazing orgasms forced out of you liked that before. "please..." you blubbered.

"please what?" jeongin asked, his finger began pumping inside you once more, this time he fit in his pointer and his ring, he pushed them in so deep you felt the cold silver of his rings against your folds. you whined out at the sensation. "please what baby?"

you were left speechless, your voice exhausted from the relentless stream of orgasms jeongin had wrung from you. his fingers continued to work their magic, adding another orgasm to your already impressive tally, he began to eat you out once more. and more. and more. this continued for about 10 times before he finally stopped, pulling away from your quivering pussy and sucking the evidence of your cum from his fingers.

"mhgh... baby, are you done now...?" you asked weakly, your voice barely audible. your eyes fluttered open as jeongin stood up and walked towards the bedside table, pulling out a vibrator with a wicked glint in his eye. your eyes widened.

you had a long day ahead of you.

[ingravinoveritas]

heyyy girliepop, i rlly love ur blog. highlight of ma days. u remind me so much of an amazing, brilliant, clever crazy bitch i used to follow on twitter 6 years ago its great i missed her. keep slaying bby. love ya xxo

Hi there! Aww, thank you so much for this. I really do appreciate it! I was going to wait to respond to you until I'd gotten through at least some of the other Asks/Anons in my inbox, but your message came in just when I received this comment on my blog (on this post):

I'm sure this person was just doing a drive-by and has never actually read anything else I've written, but I genuinely felt and feel a bit upset by this comment, so I'd like to address it.

One thing I have mentioned many times on my blog is that I more than welcome people to disagree with me. I've gotten Anons of every stripe and color, and I've never felt the desire to not publish or not engage with people who do not share my opinions. So I am actually sad for this person, that they decided not to do that. I'm perplexed that they saw a post they did not agree with, and rather than engaging in a civilized way--or just scrolling on by and saying nothing, which they absolutely could have done--decided to leave that comment instead.

As an autistic adult (diagnosed as a child), I have spent the majority of my life feeling like I need to "fix" myself, like I could never be accepted or have friends--or simply exist as a person in the world--because of who I am. This feeling that something is so inherently lacking from the very core of me that it automatically makes me "the other"--different. Not human. Not the kind of human that counts, anyway.

So to the person who left the comment above: I could easily repeat your words back to you. That there must be something deeply wrong with you as a person to think it is acceptable to say something like that to a complete stranger. But what I will say instead is that I hope you never know what it's like to feel that broken. I hope no one ever throws the concept of therapy at you as an insult, a weapon to tear you down disguised as benevolence. And I hope you know that I realize your ultimate purpose is to shut me up, because you don't want to hear what I have to say. I'm just sorry to disappoint you, because I'm not going anywhere.

To go back to your Ask, @dropsandcandiez: Thank you. Truly, madly, deeply (please tell me someone got that reference), thank you. Your encouragement and that of my other followers means the world to me, and so I will keep slaying as best I can. Thanks for writing in! xx