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masuchu · 2 years

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↻ MAKING OUT WITH THEM ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader, nikolai x reader

warnings. suggestive themes, groping, afab!reader, a lot of sex mentions

a/n. not a anon request, purely just me rambling! i haven’t posted for fyodor yet, so this’ll be his debut on my blog (#^.^#)

dazai —

making out with dazai is,, messy.

to be honest, dazai is always dying to make out with you. the small kisses and pecks he gives you throughout the day are only because he can’t have a full blown sloppy make out session with you in public

(well, he thinks you can, but you’ve scolded him many times for it, so he’s settled for not getting a bonk on the head)

once he has your permission to shove his face onto yours, his hands will drift elsewhere. he can’t help it!! he’s got a pretty girl who wants to make out with him and you expect him to keep his hands to himself? nuh uh.

he’s got one hand holding your chin in place for himself, making it easy to keep his lips on yours, and his other hand changing its whereabouts every so often.

it’s either on your ass or your tiddies, he’s a man of culture of course!! (will give em’ a squish while he’s at it, if he can turn this into something else then you best know he’ll try hard.)

a piece of advice; brush your hands through his hair.

he loves the feeling of your soft fingers slowly kneading through his locks! it’s really relaxing for him, and the feeling is amplified when he’s biting your lip and locking his mouth onto yours.

oh, and he will not, for anything, let you go. you’ve willingly put yourself into this make out sesh, and you aren’t coming out of it without heavily bruised lips and messy hair

he might let up if you really need the toilet, but even so, he’ll sit next to the door and whine “bellaaaaaaaa :((“ constantly

he’s so annoying but are we complaining? no.

but overall making out with dazai is just— he’s so good. it’s the perfect balance of teasing you, and indulging in his own desires and just kissing all ur thoughts away <33

chuuya —

guys i’m actually writing this from experience it happened last night ( ´ ▽ ` )

i wish :((

anyways!! making out with chuuya is so hot oml. he’s such a gentlemen in every way possible, he makes making out so— idek.

he’ll have one hand on your waist, another through your hair and he’ll be slowly kissing you, just making you desperate until you loose patience and slam your lips onto his

like dazai, his hands will wander. but they won’t go too far, maybe just sliding up and down your back, hooking on the waist band of your shorts and sliding up your shirt

(he can definitely undo ur bra with one hand, and he absolutely will. but we’ll talk about that later..)

once he’s into it, he won’t hold back. it’s all or nothing, hun. you’ll have bruised lips, bite marks all down your neck, red finger marks on your hips and hickies littered everywhere he can reach

drunk make out sessions with chuuya are probably a common occurrence. he’ll have a glass of wine slipped between two fingers, his other hand making a ‘come here’ gesture

his kisses will be sloppy and desperate, filled with a need only wine can provide. the bittersweet taste will fill your buds and god, it’s just hot

he’s another one who loves having his hair played with. if you don’t know where to put your hands, put em’ on his head, babe.

chuuya himself loves kissing you. he wishes that he could get drunk off of making out with you, but he can’t, so he’ll settle for kissing you until you both can’t think anymore <33

you will undeniably have a million marks littered around your body, all purple and aching. you like to take them as little reminders of his love, showing you that you’re his and he’s yours . and that’s how it’ll stay

basically, i need a chuuya and so do you.

fyodor —

now, you’ll probably be the desperate one in this ordeal, but even so, fyodor is more then willing to indulge you~

you’ve probably been pawing at him for a few minutes, asking softly “are you finished now, love?” as he types at his computer, and he’s decided he’ll humour you for a little bit

it probably feeds his ego to know that you’re so desperate to feel him and kiss him, and you won’t get what you want without a few sly teases from him

“what’s this, hmm? so desperate for me, darling..”

masu becoming a fyodor simp??? thought the day would never come-

i think fyodor is quite possessive of you, after all, he loves you a lot and nobody has ever achieved that before. therefore he feels a need to claim you, to make it known to the world that you are his, nobody elses.

he’ll start of by leaving dark bruises over your neck and chest, pulling away and admiring his work for a few seconds. maybe he’ll leave some bites while he’s at it, his inner sadist really does love the face you make as his teeth dig into your skin

when he finally kisses you, he tastes like black tea and caffeine. something that would be horrid on anybody else but is so enticing with him,,

the way his lips move slowly, giving you what you want but not how you want it, it’ll drive you insane. but you know thats what he wants, he wants you desperate for him. he loves the rush it gives him when your eyes glaze over with need and your hands ball into fists

when he get’s rough is when the fun really starts. his hands that were placed still on your waist start to move upwards towards your lower back, another coming up to your chin.

i think secretly, he’s quite touch starved. he’ll pretend to dislike affection but when your hands cup his cheeks or slide over his skin, he can’t deny the chills he gets and his guilty want for more

he’s probably an annoying one to make out with, because he’s cocky and loves the way you love him, but he’s still a human inside and out. sometimes, only sometimes, you’ll get to see a side of him he hasn’t shown anybody, and that’s a treasure you really should savour

nikolai —

making out with nikolai can go one of two ways; annoying and filled with pent up fustration or cute and loving after a tiring day

either way, you’re still getting teased one way or another!!

like dazai, he is always desperate to make out with you 24/7, the only difference is that he won’t listen when you complain about him shoving his lips on yours in public, in fact, he’ll do it even more so he can see you covering your tinted cheeks with your palms

there have probably been complaints made about the two of you but, you don’t really care. it’s not like you hate it, actually, you love it.

nikolai loves anything that involves touching you, teasing you, seeing you and being near you, so makeout sessions are a common occurrence in your life

he loves sliding his hands down your sides while he’s kissing you, watching the way you squirm slightly in his lap and giggle at the ticklish feeling makes him happy, he just can’t tell why, love or something (cutie)

he’s another one that likes his hair being played with! he likes the feeling of your scratching his scalp, and if his hair isn’t in a braid, he’ll love it if you mess around with it and make cute little plaits while you’re both kissing <333

if you catch him on day where he’s not feeling teasing and annoying, you’re in for a treat,,

he’ll be pouty and whiny, clinging to you tightly and asking “can i kiss you now, kolya? pretty please?”

it’s super endearing to see him let down his guard and be soft for once, and it’s definitely something that doesn’t happen often, making it special for you

but for now.. you’ve got a hyper, teasing man on your case sooo!!

he’s another sadist, not a major one, but a sadist all the same. one of his favourite things to do is to pinch ur butt while his mouth is pressed on yours just so he can hear you squeak into his mouth and jump a little in his arms!!

he’s full of surprises and you have yet to figure out if they’re good or bad…

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solarwonux · 3 years

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Payment Due! || Jeon Wonwoo (1/7)

Pairing: Camboy!Wonwoo x f!reader || sex worker au!

w.c: 6.0k

Genre: 18+, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: exhibitionism, mutual masterbation, dirty talk, wonwoo has a belly piercing you’re welcome!

Synopsis: HYBE U one of the top highly prestigious universities in the country. A shithole, a total money making scam that liked to sucked the life out of its students. Not being able to meet the funds to pay for your tuition your best friend lets you in a little secret. A way he’s been keeping afloat for years now, easy money. The problem is you want in.

a/n: yes I caved, it’s here I couldn’t wait any longer. I hope you’re ready for a wild ass ride because idek what I got myself and all of you into, but either way I’m so excited so I hope you are too. Thank you and Enjoy.xx

Masterlist || next

Payment due.

The small times new roman font on the white sheet of copy paper stared back at you, laughing. Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, hands shaking as you took in the amount you needed to pay by next Friday. The amount due had doubled since last month’s tuition payment, and asking for a loan was the last thing you wanted to do. You had barely been able to pay the one you took out during your last semester of your undergraduate. Taking double shifts at the campus cafe and the losing sleep wasn’t enough to pull enough funds.

It was a week before graduation when the financial aid office rudely threatened to hold your diploma hostage until you made the last and final payment. It was a stupid piece paper, one you could’ve probably had Wonwoo photoshop for you, if you were really that desperate. You almost asked him too, until you remembered the amount of sleep you had lost, the amount of tears you had cried and the aches in your fingers from the amount of twenty page paper’s you had to write. It kept you from caving in to his request. The reason why you called your mom crying, begging to help you pay the last tuition payment. In which she agreed, voice hoarse with tears herself.

“Honey, I told you that no matter what I will always help you out when you’re struggling. You're my daughter and I am insanely proud of you for doing something I couldn’t achieve so of course I’ll help you out.” She said.

When you received the notification stating that your mom had deposited money into your account. You swore you had never felt such relief, like you weren’t carrying the entire world on your shoulders anymore. You felt light and the sweet taste of your hard earned degree coating your taste buds sourly was indulging.

You swore you would never go through that torture again, you were free. Finally joining the adult world for real this time. That is until graduation day came along. You woke up with a stomach full of nerves and a heavy heart. You cried the entire time you got ready for the ceremony and just an hour before you were supposed to receive your diploma you submitted your graduate school application. One you had been working on for weeks as an alternative, because in truth you weren’t ready to fully enter the adult world, fresh out of college and jobless. Which is why you found yourself back at square one.

For the first two semesters of graduate school, thanks to your spotless 3.9GPA the Writing and Rhetoric program had sponsored you and paid for your tuition. Life was good. You were doing what you wanted. Working a job you actually liked as a writing tutor in the English department, and money wasn’t a problem. That was until one of the writing professors was caught sleeping with the dean’s undergage daughter. As punishment, the English department’s funds were cut to almost half. You lost your sponsorship and your hours were cut.

It was like the world was out to get you. Like you were repaying some past life karma, because every time life got easier and you were riding a high something would happen and you’d be knocked down a few steps. Nevertheless you managed to get a second job, working part time at the bookstore by campus. It didn’t pay enough but combined with your paychecks from the writing center. Paying your tuition wasn’t half as bad as last time, at least this time you didn’t have to ask for a loan. You were getting by, barely, but it was enough to survive.

That is until now.

You didn’t understand how the amount you needed to pay this month had doubled. It had to be some kind of mistake. You were up to date with your payment plan, never missed a payment so why were you being asked for more. You knew college was essentially a scam, but you didn’t think it would be this much of a scam. Achieving your dreams was literally milking you dry. You only had enough to pay half of it, and that was only possibly because you took in extra student’s this week as one of the other tutors that worked alongside you got fired.

This was some sort of cruel joke. Maybe the financial aid office was playing a late April Fool’s joke on all student’s, because there was no way a prestigious university like HYBE U was struggling financially.

You place the infamous white sheet of paper down on top of the table and run your fingers across your face. You could feel the stress lines form along your forehead as your eyelid started to twitch. Your day was officially ruined, and it was barely nine in the morning.

“Why the long face?” Wonwoo pulled out the chair in front of you and sat down, a frown embedded deep on his face as he took in your distress. He knew he was a few minutes late, but was that enough to make you want to burst out in tears? He thought.

Wordlessly, you push the bill towards him, confident that if you were to speak your tears would follow as well. He took a quick look at you before shifting his attention to the piece of paper. His eyes landed straight at the amount and he could feel the anger course through him at an alarming rate.

How much more money did this shithole want?

“I don’t know how I’m going to pay this month Woo. I can’t ask my mom for help anymore. She just lost her job and is struggling to make ends meet.” You pause, “Fuck how do you do it?” You blink, pushing your tears away as you bring your palms up to your face, digging them into your eye sockets.

Wonwoo bit his lip and bounced his leg. Your question was one he was used to. Had heard it countless times during the last semester of both your undergraduate’s but was he really ready to tell you his secret? He had done such a good job to keep it hidden from everyone around him. No one suspected that the cute anthropologist major had such a dark secret hidden away and he liked it that way. Preferred it even. No one could judge him or look down on him for the incredulous way he earned money. But seeing you so stressed out to the point that you looked like you were about to faint. Or worse, die, was all the convincing he needed. You were his best friend for crying out loud. You had been the first one to embrace him with open arms when he came out as bisexual. Told him that you were proud of him and that you still loved him the same. Surely, telling you his big secret would be the same. Right?

He sighs and stands up, extending his shaking hand for you to take. “Let’s go, I’ll help you find a solution.”

You give him a wary look before taking his hand and pulling yourself up with his help. “Where are we going, don't you need help on your research paper on bones or whatever.” You shrug, stuffing the stupid piece of paper in your purse and grabbing the drink you bought for him earlier, handing it to him.

He grabs the drink, brings it up to his lips and takes a small sip, hissing as the cold bitter taste of coffee coats the inside of his mouth. “That can wait, it’s not due until next Friday anyway.” He looks at the table one last time, making sure neither of you left anything behind before he’s pulling you to the exit.

Determined and a little afraid.

“Wait what?” You stand in front of him, hands on your hips, shocked. You couldn’t believe your ears. He had to be fucking with you. Wonwoo did that a lot, you had fallen for his cruel jokes more often than not and he enjoyed every moment of it.

This though, was unexpected. His confession went in through one ear and out the other the first time and before you could ask again he reiterated his confession firmer than before. His eyes peeking from the top rim of his round glasses, holding you hostage. You shake your head and start pacing. Wonwoo was your best friend, you grew up with him, you told him all your secrets. There was not one thing about him that you didn’t know so this had to be a joke. It was the only way you could get the pang of betrayal inside of your heart to ease up.

Wonwoo groans and puts his elbows on top of his knees, leaning forward. “You’ve been asking me how I make money for years now and that’s how.” Maybe he should’ve buttered you up a little longer before blurting it out. But the entire walk to his apartment, he had been quiet trying to come up with different ways to word the sentence, ultimately he had fallen short. So that when he closed the door to his apartment behind you, his secret fell out of his lips before he could even stop it. Halting your movements, catching you off guard, with one of your shoes half off.

“So you have sex for money?” You tilt your head and drop down to your knees in front of the coffee table, cringing at the slight rug burning sensation against your jeans. The initial shock was starting to wear off and now you were curious, possibly fascinated that he managed to keep his double life a secret from you for so long.

He shakes his head and leans back into his couch, resting his hands against his stomach. “Not necessarily it’s just me, my hand, some toys and my webcam.” He shrugs, shifting his gaze to the gaming set up in the corner of his room. Gaming, research and writing essays was not the only thing he did in front of that set up.

“So you’re like a camboy.” You place your palms on top of the coffee table and lean in. “Who knew the innocent Jeon Wonwoo that cried when I accidentally took away his dinosaur plushie in third grade would have such a dirty secret.” The teasing tone laced behind your words made him roll his eyes. Sometimes he wondered why he was still friends with you. Apart from being quite possibly the best friend he could ever ask for, you were also ruthless when you felt like it.

“Yeah whatever, okay. I masterbate in front of a camera for money.” He throws his hands up in the air and lays down on the couch, mumbling underneath his breath, bringing his arm up to cover his face.

A light laugh escapes you as you shuffle around his tiny coffee table and sit in front of him, your finger poking his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me before, this explains why you were always rushing out of the library every Wednesday night.” You pout.

He brings his arm down, sends you a side eye glance before turning to face, resting his chin on top of his closed fist. “I was scared you would see me differently. When I first started, it didn’t feel right, like God was going to punish me more than he already has. So it was really hard to grow out of that feeling and then I just didn’t care. But every time I thought of telling you this little voice inside of my head always stopped me from doing so. That maybe this was the thing that would come between us once and for all.”

“That’s ridiculous Woo, nothing in this world will ever make me look at you any differently. But thank you for telling me, even though I felt slightly offended that you didn’t at first. I can see why you didn’t.” You smile, brushing back his hair and fixing his glasses. He lets out a sigh of relief before he turns to lay on his back. His vision focused on the popcorn ceiling above him.

Only a few seconds pass before he’s laughing, uncontrollably. He seriously spent three years of his life worrying for no reason, because once again you were embracing him tightly with no judgment involved. He really didn’t deserve you.

Peace has finally been restored until you hit his arm hard. “Ow, what the fuck was that for?” He sits up, glaring down at you.

“All those times I paid for dinner when you had cash to spare. I’ll be sending you an invoice for all the money that you hustled me out of by tonight.” You reply cheekily and stand up, walking towards his kitchen. He takes a deep breath and falls back onto the couch, head hitting the armrest a little too hard.

He had that one coming, but how else was he supposed to keep you from suspecting anything.

It was nine when you finally finished editing Wonwoo’s essay. Carton’s of take out stood messily forgotten on his coffee table. He was on his third round of Overwatch when you threw an unused chopstick in his direction, making him miss his final shot before the countdown reached zero.

Angrily he takes his headphones off and throws them on top of his keyboard, cringing at the way it clacks against the keys. “I almost had that, damn it.” He pushes himself away from the desk and crosses his arms in front of him.

You shrug and close your laptop after saving his - your - hard work. “I finished, read it before you turn it in.” You stand up, smoothing out your jeans and flop down on his couch. “Who knew bones were so...complex.” You sigh, resting your feet up on his coffee table. Forensic anthropology wasn’t nearly as interesting as the movies and Wonwoo made it out to be. It was boring and somewhat gross and if you had to spend another second reading up on it, you were sure you were going to die of boredom.

Wonwoo brushes you off and walks in your direction. “It can wait, I have the rest of the week to look over it, also I love that you find my place comfortable but I need you to leave.” He stops and kicks your legs down gently, throwing your balance off.

“I just edited your twenty page paper about bones and you’re kicking me out?” You ask in disbelief, sinking deeper into his couch, arms crossed in front of you a pout painted across your lips.

“It’s Wednesday I go live at ten every Wednesday, so in twenty minutes.” He brings his phone up to you, stuffing it in your face, in an attempt to prove his point. The bright lights make you blink rapidly as you adjust your eyes to the sudden brightness.

“Why is my mom’s cat your wallpaper?” You peer up at him, confused. It was a picture you had never seen before. Now wondering if your mom was secretly sending him pictures of your precious cat, when you had gotten none.

The ultimate betrayal at his finest.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes and stuffs his phone in the pocket of his jeans. “Doesn’t matter, I need you to leave so I can set up quickly.” He leans over and unfolds your arms before pulling you up to your feet. You're protesting the entire time, making it harder for him but finally he manages to start pushing you towards his front door, gathering your belongings in the process.

“Wonwoo wait!” You exclaim as he’s shoving your shoes into your chest and opening his front door. He stops, hand on his door knob, door halfway open. He looks at you, his eyebrows closing in annoyance, “I have an idea...a proposition or something.” You whisper, clutching your converse close to your chest, to keep yourself from shaking.

“Can this wait another time? I’ll text you after I finish. It usually just takes an hour.”

“I want to join you.”

There it was.

The words you had been contemplating ever since he told you about his extracurricular activities.

Wonwoo shakes his head chuckling, convinced you were just fucking with him again, and opens the door. “I’ll text you later.” He places a hand on your lower back, in a desperate attempt to get you to leave, but your feet stay planted on the ground.

“I’m serious Woo, let me join you. I need the money, but I’m not confident I can do this on my own. I don’t have to join you all the way, maybe sit and watch so I can get an idea of what to do, but please let me stay, let me watch.” You swallow, aware that the request was more than appropriate. In fact, you were feeling slightly guilty for even thinking of such an idea. It was an invasion of privacy nonetheless but If you weren’t so desperate for money. If your future wasn’t depending on it, maybe the thought wouldn’t have ever crossed your mind. But you need this more than anything. And the thought of starting out alone scared you beyond belief.

He blinks slowly, mouth agape as he processes everything you just said. The clock was ticking. He was well aware, and could feel the weight of the minutes going up as he stood there. He wishes he didn’t know you so well, so that he could convince himself that you were lying. But no he knew you better than you knew yourself and when you were serious, your hands would tremble slightly, your voice would get lower and your bottom lip would protrude outward in a tiny pout. He couldn’t lie that the mere thought of having someone present with him while he got off for thousands of people to see was arousing. He was more of an exhabitionist than he liked to admit. But he cared about you so much, valued your friendship more than anything. He was afraid that if he did say yes, things would change. And not for the best.

Yet the way you were looking at him, like this was your last and only option, did it for him. The next words that stumbled past his closed lips were unexpected. Everything about this day was unexpected.

“Fine but we can’t touch each other.”

Wonwoo sat down in front of his computer chair shirtless, concentrated as he finished setting up everything. He never showed anything above his lips on camera, it kept his identity a secret and it made it easier for him to get into character. He looked over at you, sitting on his lounge chair in one of his t-shirts and panties. Truthfully, the two of you had seen each other in far less clothing, and had showered a few times together for the sake of saving time. This was different though, the second he starts his stream, the second he apologizes for coming on later than usual and introduces you, things would change. The two of you were well aware, but there was something that kept the two of you from calling it quits.

And it wasn’t the need for money anymore. It was the fact that you liked to be watched that kept you from grabbing your stuff and running out half naked, despite the overwhelming amount of nerves coursing through your veins.

“Are you ready?” He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. Before you could give him a concrete answer instead of a slight nod of the head he’s typing in the web address.

Pledisboys.com

There’s no going back now.

“Let me know if at any point you don’t want to do it. I don’t start until I get at least five hundred coins worth of donations, so you have time to decide.” He hovers the mouse above the ‘live’ button. “I’m serious, I won’t get upset.” He sends you a reassuring smile.

You roll your eyes and stand up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. “Just go live idiot.”

As soon as Wonwoo’s chest appears on camera, a clear view of his abs and belly button piercing, the pinging starts. He’s racking up the donations fast, faster than usual, but he supposes it has to do with the fact that he started thirty minutes late.

Gyuishard: was beginning to think you weren’t going to show. I’m so hard right now.

Wonwoo laughs, licks his lips and sits back. “Sorry I’m late, something came up last minute.” He runs his hand down his chest, humming as he skims over a few comments. “But I’m here now, you know the drill once we reach our goal I’ll start.”

Dom.han: are you going to fuck yourself with that sparkly blue dildo, it’s my favorite.

He shakes his head reading over the comment out loud. Your eyes grow wide as his words reach your ears and an audible gasp falls out of your lips. The pure image of him stuffing himself full sends a jolt of arousal through your body. Fuck this was so wrong, you should not be thinking of your best friend in such a way. But atlas here you were and you couldn’t help it, despite never harboring any sort of romantic interest in him. You couldn’t ignore the fact that he was hot.

“Not tonight, tonight we are going to switch things up.” He says, and looks over at you, playing with your fingers nervously as you wait for him to introduce you. He extends his hand for you to take, soft eyes meeting yours, silently reassuring you. “Tonight we have a guest and she wants to play with us tonight, isn’t that right Angel?” Your heart skips a beat at the insignificant nickname. The only ever time he used it was to mock you when you were whining about stupid shit, now it meant something.

A hint of your new alter ego.

Cherrycheol69: SHE? A GIRL? ANGEL? Gam3boivern18: sweet, I’m getting a two for one tonight. Gam3boivern18 donated 100 coins Dom.han: ngl baby boy I’m a little jealous, I thought we had something special :( The8: shut up dom.han he sent you a nude once, and now you think you’re on top of the world.

Wonwoo ignores the chat, catching a little glimpse of the chaos he just ensued as he pulls you into frame and sits you on top of his lap. “Introduce yourself baby girl, let them know who you are.” His hands sit firm against your naked thighs, thumbs drawing circles as he tries to keep you calm.

You nod and lift up your hand in a tiny wave. “Hi, I’ve never done this before, but you all seem...um...nice.” You sigh and bring your hand down, refraining from slapping yourself as Wonwoo’s chest moves behind you laughing at your antics.

Sexcaliber: idk she’s kinda cute. Sextigerhosh56: honestly, clicked on the wrong stream but I guess I’m staying. Sextigerhosh56 donated 50 coins Gyuishard: Please, I’m so close, this is so hot. Gyuishard donated 300 coins

You giggle, “We haven’t even started yet Gyuishard, wait a while please.”

Gyuishard: fuck she just said my name, I almost seriously came.

Wonwoo shakes his head and taps your hip, signaling for you to get up from his lap. “Alright we’ve reached our goal, usually I let you guys take the reins, but since it's my baby girl’s first time. I think we can all work together to make her feel more comfortable.”

Cherrycheol69: MY? BABY? GIRL? I THINK MY HEART BROKE. Princejisoo: can we ban cherrycheol69 he’s being extra annoying tonight. Cherrycheol69: I’m in love, leave me alone. Dom.han: Why don’t you take your panties off baby girl? Dom.han donated 40 coins

“I think that’s a great idea” Wonwoo reads over the comment and leans forward. His hands grab the hem of his shirt and slowly lift it up, revealing the white lace of your panties. “Why don’t you take them off, show them how needy you are.” He hooks his fingers underneath the band.

You look over at him, giving him a questioning glance. “What happened to no touching?” You mouth at him.

“I’m trying to make you more comfortable.” He mouths back, rolling his eyes before letting go of the band. The elastic slaps your skin, a tiny moan leaves your mouth at the stinging sensation. He knew your pain tolerance was high, but the fact that the slight action had elicited such a reaction from you was sending him in a spiral. Did you like pain?

“I don’t want to take them off tonight.” You sit down on his lap again, straddling his thighs, spreading your legs, showing off the wet patch pooling against the delicate material. You could feel how hard he was beneath you and you found yourself wondering if it was due to the fact that you were in such a compromising position or if he simply just loved being watched no matter what the situation was.

“Touch yourself then.” He whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist lifting your shirt up. He almost wishes he hadn’t agreed to your request earlier. You looked so hot, leaning against him as you skimmed your fingers up your thighs slowly. You had his audience wrapped around your finger, he knew, the donations had instantly started skyrocketing the second you came into frame and nervously spoke your first few words.

You were a natural and he was almost jealous that it had only taken you a few seconds to have everyone worshipping the ground you walked on when it had taken him a full year.

“Woo are you going to touch yourself too?” You whisper.

The innocent question sounded so dirty when it came from your lips. The thought of getting himself off disappeared earlier when you expressed your interest. He figured he’d make tonight about you, make you feel as comfortable as possible. Yeah he was turned on beyond belief but his pleasure suddenly took a back seat when all he wanted to see was you making yourself orgasm.

“I want to watch you please.” You begged, circling your index finger around the wet patch, rendering your panties see through for him and a couple hundred people to see.

He hums and wraps his around one of your thighs, placing it on top of his arm rest, so it wasn’t pressing against his thigh. Enough room to take his cock out and finally touch himself like he had been craving. “You guys want to see me and baby girl getting off to each other?” He leans forward, palming himself through his sweats, while you continue to tease yourself.

Not.Dino: fuck please, I’ll give you my first unborn child for this.

You smile, closing your legs again and lean forward. You bring your finger up to your mouth, moaning at the slight bitter taste of your own arousal. “I bet you all want to know what I taste like? Too bad the only other person that’s allowed and can tell you won’t be getting a taste tonight.”

“Fuck that’s hot, don’t do that again.” Wonwoo says through clenched teeth and brings the band of his sweatpants down. His cock springs free, hits the little silver ball of his belly piercing. You swallow, mouth salivating as the tiny bead of precum pools against his belly button, and you want to taste him so badly.

He smirks at your reaction and spreads your legs again. “Like what you see? Didn’t think I’d be so big?” He says, voice low and full of lust.

The truth is no, you didn’t think he’d be so big and delectable. The only times you had seen him naked he was soft and you did everything in your power to not look down. Now you almost wish you had, maybe it would’ve prepared you for this moment.

Dom.han: let him fuck your mouth angel. Gam3boivern18: yeah please, I’d pay all my life savings to see that. Cherrycheol69 donated 300 coins.

“Not today.” He says, wrapping his hand around himself. His thumb connects with his angry head as he spreads around his pre cum. “No touching tonight, those are the rules. Right baby girl?”

You moan, moving your hand down your body slowly, toying with the waistband of your panties. “Can I touch myself Woo?” You look over at him, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, lust burning brightly behind his soft, comforting eyes. You don’t know where the question came from, but something in you told you that if you started touching yourself without asking him, the stream would go a lot differently. And you don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.

He smiles and nods, giving your nose a gentle kiss. “Go ahead, show me how you make yourself cum.”

Your finger hovers over your clothed clit, Wonwoo’s hand moves slowly down his cock. The sight is so dawning, that you almost don’t want it to end. Slowly you start to circle your swollen bundle of nerves, silently wishing you had taken your panties off, but that was a step you weren’t comfortable to take yet. So you stayed committed.

Whimpers slowly start to fall out of your lips, as the pleasure takes over. Wonwoo’s head is resting on top of your shoulder, groaning lowly against your ear. “Why don’t you imagine they’re my fingers?” He bites your earlobe, pulls at it gently. You moan loudly, drawing figure eights against your clit. “Tell them how it feels.”

You moan. “It feels so good, you make me feel so good.” Wonwoo sends the camera a smirk, the hand that was around you gets tighter. He moves his hand faster, matching your pace.

If someone were to ever tell him that he would be getting off with his best friend in front of a camera. He would’ve laughed in their face. It was almost ridiculous, but now that he was literally witnessing it happen right before his eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder why the two of you hadn’t done this earlier. It was easy, simple. The two of you would never harbor feelings for one another, tried it once and it failed. So it was perfect. This was perfect.

“Are you a close baby girl? Tell me when you’re about to come, want to watch you.” He says, his grip on his cock gets tighter as he slowly starts to fuck up into his hand. Your fingers move faster, as your orgasm starts to get closer. You’re breathing hard now, unsolicited whimpers leave your lips. You sound so pretty, so innocent and it almost sends Wonwoo over the edge.

“Please I want to cum, please.” You all but beg as you lift your hips into your hands. By now you’re chasing your high desperately, rubbing your clit, humping the air. You’re digging your nails into the arm that’s holding you in place.

Wonwoo moans, circling his thumb over the head of his cock. “Cum baby, please, for me.” He grunts, begging.

Officially he’s decided that he wants to see you come undone on top of him. No he needs to see you come. So he leans into your ear, whispers something only you can hear and that does it. You’re moaning his name, hips bucking against the palm of your hand, circling your clit fast, riding out your orgasm. The sight is more than he can ask for and without a second thought he’s lifting your shirt up higher, stopping just underneath your breasts as he spills his cum all over your stomach. Marking you so everyone that’s watching the two of you knows that he’s the only one who will ever get to paint you pretty with cum.

Your body falls slack against his, panting. Your hand rests against your thigh as you bury your head into the crock of his neck. He smells clean, like the cologne your mother bought him for Christmas last year, and it makes you feel calm.

Gyuishard: fuck I think I just came like four times. Cherrycheol69: can I join next time? asking for scientific purposes. Princejisoo: shut up, you're ruining the moment. Princejisoo donated 69 coins Gam3boivern18: fuck maybe pride month isn’t cancelled after all.

Wonwoo sits up shaking his head as he reads over the comments. “I think that’s all for tonight, I need to take care of baby girl here. Next week, same day and time.” He says, before clicking the ‘end stream’ button. The little red light disappears engulfing the two of you in darkness.

“You can stay over if you want.” Wonwoo says the second he sees you walk back into the living room, wearing the clothes you came with earlier. “Tomorrow’s Thursday, you don’t get into work until one, so you’d have enough time to get home and change.”

You give him a small smile and grab your laptop from his coffee table and your bag from his couch. “It’s okay, you’d have to sleep on the couch if I stayed. You have a presentation tomorrow morning so it’s alright. My place is literally an elevator ride away.” You say, pointing at his ceiling. The fifth floor was literally two stops away.

“I know it’s just, I want to make sure you’re okay.” He stands up and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you for doing that by the way.”

“It was fun.” You place a hand on top of his chest and push him away. “Kinda want to do it again.”

Wonwoo’s face lights up. He was hoping you’d say that. Honestly after caming alone for three years, it had gotten a little lonely. He thought about having someone join him, but then that would mean he would have to tell said person what he basically did for a living. Though, now that you had gotten a small taste of a world full of sin and enjoyed it. There was no one else he would rather be business partners with than with you.

“Join me then. We can split the tips evenly between the two of us.” He pauses, following you as you walk towards his front door. “We don’t have to do the same thing we did today, create an outline or something. You’re good at those, but join me. It's good money and enough to help you pay for school.” He’s aware that he’s pleading. But he couldn’t let such a big opportunity go, not when he had seen the amount the two of you made in less than thirty minutes. He also couldn’t get the image of you orgasming on top of him out of his head.

It felt so wrong that he couldn’t wait to witness it again. That he was hoping he’d be able to see it again. He knew that something had shifted between the two of you. That you were now seeing him in a different light as so was he. But he didn’t care, this was an open opportunity for the two of you. A green light and he was going to take it. All that he needed was for you to take it as well.

You open his door and step out, turning to face him one last time. “I have ideas, I can send you a list of them tonight.” You smirk and stick your hand out at him. “I expect my deposit in the next five mins, or not I’ll literally send you an invoice for everything I paid for the last three years.”

Wonwoo felt on top of the world. Things were vastly changing and he wasn’t sure if it was for the better but he had no energy left in him to care. He left that all behind when he came all over you. Never once had he come so much, so fast and so hard. It was blissful.

“What do you say, partners?” You raise an eyebrow at him, wiggling your fingers in front of him taunting him.

He sucks in a deep breath, his stomach erupting in excitement. He takes your hand in his and shakes it firmly. The silent start of an unspoken contract.

“Partners.”

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synonymroll648 · 2 years

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Looking at what the wiki says, it doesn't look like Alvar and Jolie would have ever met. If Jolie died at age 20, sixteen years before the first book, and Alvar was 25-26 in the first book, he would have only been 9 or 10, and I believe he joined the neverseen at age 15 (maybe...the wiki doesn't mention when Alvar joined and I don't remember whether or not that's actually canon).

ohhhhhh LMAO I AM A FUCKING DUMBASS. i thought jolie died at sixteen??? and then sophie came along sixteen years later?? but now that you point it out there's literally no way that first part's true because she was in level 8 when she died - we see a picture of her in the silver unicorn level 8 uniform in... book 3, i believe? or maybe it was book 1 or maybe even book 2, idek anymore - and the typical level 16 year olds are in at foxfire is level five. keefe's sixteen and in level six but he skipped a grade so he's just on the Extra Young Side for his grade. but fitz is a nice benchmark though since he's never skipped a grade. he's seventeen and in level six. which probably means, if my brain is mathing right, levels sixes are typically seventeen to eighteen. the elvin equivalent of senior year. with that in mind, level seven must be (typically) eighteen to nineteen year olds, and level 8 is probably nineteen to twenty year olds. so you saying jolie was twenty when she died makes sense! thank you for correcting a mistake i hadn't realized i was making for the past... 4ish years. wow. i've been obsessed with this series for a concerning amount of time smh-

anyway. onto alvar. from the looks of it, yeah, alvar and jolie never would've met in the neverseen. the age gap's too wide. i honestly don't know exactly how old alvar was when he joined the neverseen, because i remember the books saying he was twelve, but everyone else on here says 14-15. 14-15 is a lot more reasonable than twelve, but i recall fintan (i think it was fintan) trying to sell how alvar basically held the record for joining the neverseen at the youngest age. and sophie got roped into all sorts of crazy shit when she was just twelve, and fitz got sucked into the search when he was six, so i wouldn't be surprised if shannon was like "yeah let's go for another way-too-young-age-to-get-involved-in-shady-schemes for dramatic effect." but the age range of 12-15 is what i've stuck with for him joining the neverseen when i think about it. and i'll trust your numbers of him being 25-26 in book 1 and him being 9-10 when jolie died, too.

so. no alvar and jolie being neverseen buddies, unfortunately. but jolie hanging out with alvar when he was little and them becoming buds in the way kids with parents that are friends do is in the cards. maybe jolie could've been part of why walking in 12 inch stillettos is a punishment della deals out every now and then. maybe jolie and alvar played base quest together. maybe jolie and alvar played with gremlins for hours on end. maybe they were friends. maybe alvar cried and cried when he found out she died. maybe she was like the older sister he never had. maybe. maybe.

but regardless of what did and didn't happen within the bonds and bounds of canon, thank you for helping me figure shit out with the pre-canon timeline. i appreciate it :) /gen

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #alvar vacker #jolie ruewen #ask #anon ask #pre-canon angst has been on my brain a lot the past few days

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dontcallmecarrie · 3 years

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Replying to the commenter of this snippet, who said:

oh i love it when a normaly controlled character just has a moment to let loose and everyone around them, that only know them in some variation of "placid" know shit will go down now ^^ also is there a hint of friendship with victor or are they just professional aquainted? thanks for the snippet

Friend, you hit the nail on the head of why I wrote it.

This AU’s Justin is normally very self-controlled, sometimes almost to a fault— because for so long he’s been used to “being the bigger man” and “setting an example” [sure, most of the times he chose it because the actual adults were busy being overgrown toddlers], but that also means that when he loses it...

Well. As you saw, it’s not pretty.

Also because while he normally leans hard on the ‘affable’ part of ‘affable villain’ in most of the installments of this AU, so a rare instance of him losing his temper is hopefully a good reminder of exactly what alignment he is.

aka writing villain protagonists isn’t easy for me, if I don’t check myself they turn into anti-villains instead...which was not the goal of this thought exercise

As for his dynamic with Victor von Doom: in an earlier part, I mentioned they were childhood friends, kinda. They went to the same boarding school and were study buddies and had the weirdest friendship just about anyone could’ve thought of— barring Justin’s frenemies-slash-rivals-slash-idek-anymore dynamic with Tony— and didn’t even know each other’s names until after Victor got pulled out of boarding school because of reasons related to his country’s destabilization [his family had a lot of pull in Latveria and kept him abroad as much as possible for safety reasons, but when things really started to hit the fan they couldn’t afford to split their assets anymore].

Next time Justin saw his closest-thing-to-an-actual childhood friend’s name, it was on a request from a group who wanted to buy Hammer weapons for reasons relating to the bloody civil war going on.

Had Justin not recognized the name, the proposal would’ve been rejected; Victor’s group was technically classified as insurgents because they didn’t have official government backing [...because good luck getting anything of the sort in the middle of a civil war with multiple factions going on] and the political situation was, as analysts called it, a Tire Fire™ at best.

So.

Getting involved was risky at best and long story short, yeah, Justin may or may not have broken quite a few national and international laws to get Victor the weapons he needed.

After all, Victor was a relative unknown; a budding warlord whose motivations and goals were uncertain, and in retrospect, a handful of childhood memories was an incredibly risky gamble.

But it paid off.

And that’s the kicker, isn’t it?

If not for those first few shipments, Victor’s group would have just been one of the many that got wiped out. Because towards the end, they were reusing as much ammo as they could, some of their guns were Frankensteined abominations that were as liable to blow up in their faces as they were to shoot but it’s not like they had any better options, not as the fighting escalated and more and more factions tried to take advantage of any and every perceived weaknesses.

Instead, however, Victor von Doom became a national hero as Latveria went from ‘somewhere between Somalia and Yemen’ in terms of stability, straight to a Wakanda-esque powerhouse.

probably not a great comparison, but a) both are super isolationist, b) industrialized powerhouses, and c) have a single leader

And now, Victor von Doom is the leader of a country that did a 180 on par with... quite a few historical precedents that make a lot of people very uncomfortable with the parallels.

Latveria’s taken seriously at the international level, it has to be. Victor is hailed as a genius and dictator and everything in between, scion of one of its oldest families and with diplomatic immunity with just about any country he can name.

The man who has it all— and remembers how he got there.

If not for those first few shipments...

Victor von Doom owes Justin Hammer more than he can name.

So, so much more, because part of Victor had never really expected to see the end of the fighting, let alone live to oversee his home country’s rebuilding.

His strange childhood friend became a kingmaker sometime when the world wasn’t looking, and it’s a secret the two of them will take to their graves.

So if Justin has an idea? Well, he’ll listen.

It’s the least he can do.

...aka hopefully that gives you a better idea of their dynamic?

That was the first time Justin really got his hands dirty: a risky gamble based off the world’s [second-]weirdest childhood friendship, but it paid off so well the CIA actually came calling asking for why he was on first-name terms with Latveria’s dictator and he had to explain they used to know each other in boarding school and were just now catching up.

For the record, Tony is incredibly jealous when he first gets wind of their friendship because excuse you, he was the one who knew Justin since they were kids! So what if they’re rivals, he was there first!!!

To the point where someone probably ends up side-eyeing him and asking if he and Justin were exes, because Tony keeps going ‘what does he have that I don’t?’ because Justin’s been spending all his time with Victor now that he’s in town for the UN summit and dammit, they’d had plans.

#No Hero [Downward Descending]#Naught replies #replies #thinking aloud #My writing #behind the scenes

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untouchabyeolman · 7 years

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#i have a friend whom i've known since high school and we're not close or anything but back then we were pretty cool buds #after we graduated we kinda lost touch since he's not much of a social media type person #and the only way i reconnected with him was when i saw him working at a kiosk at the mall #but even then i rarely saw him and it wasnt until maybe last year?? that we saw each other again #and like we hardly ever text each other even tho the times i've visited him at work we would talk nonstop #but he still sends me snapchats (i'm sure he sends them to whoever) but a recently a couple of times #he sent ones of him saving a spider and letting it go and i was like wtf??? thats cute?? i didnt expect it from him tbh lmao #and then i got reminded of the time that i maybe kinda had a tiny bit crush on him eveven tho....i didnt know it then #and i feel like that's a constant thing with me???? or even being attracted to people #i'm pretty sure there have been a handful of people i've been attracted to that i never told even my closest friends #because at the time i never gave them much thought #but anyway i've been avoiding seeing him at the mall because of this LMAO #he works in one side of the mall and a couple of weeks ago i stopped by the mall but i didnt wanna see him #and i didnt wanna just pass by without saying hi so i went to the other side instead just so i wouldnt have to go see him aksjfakj #like i'm scared i'll catch feelings or something or he might get the wrong idea based on the times i did go visit him #it doesnt help that when i see jongin i see my friend kajsdaksj like??? they dont look alike but something about them.....#like when jongin smiles or laughs i get reminded of my friend and im like lmao? that's not good?#i mean i don't like him like that (at least not anymore?? idek) but i dont need that right now #especially when i have too much on my mind #sidenote: he listens to dean and a bit of kpop and probably a bunch of girl groups i wonder what he thinks of exo lmao #personal

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 3 years

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Okay! Back. Sorry it took so long, I had some stuff to do, and I also had to rewatch some of the Carlos scenes lol.

Anyway! Quick last little thoughts before the actual review, consider that if Carlos becomes a detective we may not get to see Police™ Carlos anymore, bc no outfit 😔😔 Nah jk lol, mostly, it just hit me and I was like aH that would be funky xdd. But seriously YES please Detective!Carlos :)))))))). As I saw in a post I will reblog later, manifestinggggg.

Also, again I'd just like to bring up how awesome Grace is 😭😭😭. Like look at that girl. She was angry and hurt and she acknowledged that maybe it wasn't super rational but it was what she was feeling (which she's always been good at but still manages to improve :)) ) and then she dove right into it and invited the woman over for dinner 😭😭😭. I love her, she's an icon.

Okay!! :)))

Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

Okay! So. I very much enjoyed this episode. It almost felt sorta odd having a plot actually wrap up in an episode xDD. Like, the main plot, I guess (Owen's is more on going, and I'm assuming we'll get more with Grace and Judd on that subject). But, there weren't really any big cliffhangers, is my point - stuff wrapped up, at least partly. Yk when like professional dough-ers (idek, like bread making people or whatever xDD what am I doing lol, also people who make it not it making people lol xDD) chop dough up with their little metal thing and it still sorta looks together but you can tear out and it like has a stopping point and is there both as a whole and individually? Well that last bit of the sentence makes more sense than the entire metaphor (what can I say? Pretty sure I need to write out my whole process here lol) but yeah like that.

LOL.

XDD Anyways, yeah.

I loved Grace and Judd's storyline, if more for the feelings than the plot itself. I thought the plot itself was fine, certainly interesting, but I feel like there's other things they could've done :/. Nonetheless, the emotions were ALL THERE (Grace mopping in that kitchen scene 😭😭😭 and afterwards I mean lol like the whole thing xdd), and of course, the acting was, as always, phenomenal. Also, Judd and his glasses 👍👍. Get it, boy (lol xD).

Now, Owen!

Ehhhnnnhhhh, y'all know I feel about Owen. But I actually didn't mind him and his storyline too much the episode! Wish he didn't have to be the savior once again, but if it's the producer's will it's the producer's will, lol. Anyway, I thought it wasn't a horrible plot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. And at least it was very funny, lol xDD. But, I'm sure he'll get a love interest that sticks eventually, and he'll have to either shape up or we'll dislike her too <3 <3.

Anyway lol, I think you know what's coming next xDD ;).

TARLOS

Most specifically, Carlos <3 <3 <3

Look buddie (buddie 😳)/bud then, you got full, texted out, hearts. Wild 😍😍. Lol xDD. Anyway,Carlos was a g e n i u s this episode and I love him so hard for it <3 <3 <3. We do really stan so hard for it lol xDD <3. But, seriously, he was taking on the clues, the case, the circumstance, the research, whatever. Idk what this sentence is/was lol but whatever xDD. That Tarlos scene was ADORABLE and I'm just glad Carlos is moving up in the world 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️. Not that it's required, but since I'm pretty sure he wants it, he deserves it :'))). Also maybe get a discussion about it with TK 👀? Or at least after the fact, if (when hopefully!!! 😁😁😁😁) he does, kinds like how TK did with him when he was talking about his problems with how he interacted with Nancy. Idk, just some kinda parallel to that would be cool 🥰🥰🥰. But, if it does, I don't think it'll happen till later in the season (naturally, but fairly late, or at least a while from now even if it's in the making for earlier episodes than that), possibly the last few episodes or the finale. And, correct me if I'm wrong, I don't believe we'll have a mid-season finale since we didn't start in fall - so, therefore, it's not a "winter" finale. It would just be a middle break for fun finale xDD. Anyway, idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, but it was all cute 🥰🥰🥰. ALSO, of course, THE "FATHER-IN-LAW", EVEN WITH THE "MORE OR LESS" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍❤️😍🥰😍🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍🥰❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. I just- I love them, especially him, okay?? 😭😭😭. Well I actually love them both equally but yk him right now I'm talking about because he said it and we saw more of him this episode (in general, and than TK) 🥰🥰🥰. Also, just him saying "my boyfriend thinks I'm a control freak" (he is, unfortunately, but it's okay baby, lol, we all have our flaws), I- aGH, I love them :)))) :'))))) 😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰😁😁. Idk, I just like them (and any other couple) acknowledging what they are, especially to other people 🥰🥰🥰. Or just mentioning each other, even. So iconic, and loving ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️, I love them so much :))).

And as usual, I am in love with the 126 <3 <3 <3. Well, it's more like I am love them, but yk :)))) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️. Anyway, Mateo was hilarious (and heartfelt, as he's so good at being - both of them, I mean, if not always basically at once or one right after the other, but probably usually lol), and he could really clearly see down to the route of Cap's problem. Nice :)) 😁👍. I mean, a lot of them could, but I feel like Mateo just gets people really nicely :)). Anyway, Marjan was cute and adorable and funny and great and amazing as usual 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️), and Paul, yes :). Him <3 <3 <3. And him getting Judd out! Emotional :'(( and iconic :')). You get him out of there, he's your family. And, natural, Judd being iconic. Love how honest he was with Grace, especially there at the beginning <3. "I have no secrets from my wife" dang right you don't. Heck yeah <3 <3 <3. You have no secrets from her <3 <3 <3 (or whatever he said exactly sorry I don't remember right now xdd). And, again, yes, those glasses xD. But yeah, love them, and, of course, their honesty <3 <3 <3 <3. Also, Wyatt's sweet :)). A baby - my child now. Love you sir, son <3 <3 <3 <3 <3.

Lol, anyways, yeah!

Overall- I loved this episode, even though it had some bits I wasn't a huge fan of, I thought it was a really great concept with some amazing Carlos content, and teases for the future :))) 🥰🥰. Everyone was great in this episode, or at least no one (looking at you Owen) was bad, so that's good for me :)) 😌😌😌😌 ^'^. So yeah! I absolutely loved the episode :). Glad to be picking back up into the normal swing of things - the ice storm was great, as were it's episodes, and their cliffhangers and continuations onto/through each other, but I'm happy to be back to a little bit of a semblance of normal :)). I thought it was a great episode :D.

So, yeah! Amazing, I loved it :)).

That was my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 5: Child Care

I'm super excited for next week!!! Next week will be. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 6: The ATX-Files

See you then ;) :))!!!

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #9-1-1 ls #911 ls #yess I got the name of the next episode right on the first try #xDD I had to look it up to make sure I got it right but I did lol #earlier I remembered the title for today's had something to do with parenting or child or something but I couldn't think of it #luckily I could later and still could/can now :)))#anyway yeah!!!#loved the episode :))#hope you guys enjoyed it to!! :D #now I might go add some 9-1-1 lone star tags (probably just that one lol) to my liveblogs that don't have it just in case so more people #can see it if they want to :))#if I have time that is which I might not/probably won't at least tonight #since I still have some school today and I need to go over my lines #I recorded them though so I might listen to that while I do something else like mayyybe tag but to avoid confusion most likely #try and do some exercises lol #I didn't really plan to do do them like I've done one today but I might as well knock out to birds with one stone yk just as a bonus :))#oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #9-1-1 lone star s03e05 #9-1-1 lone star s03e05 child care #9-1-1 lone star season 3 episode 5 #9-1-1 lone star review #9-1-1 lone star s03e05 review #tarlos #carlos reyes #grace ryder #judd ryder #tk strand #running out of tags so no more (I went with the ones I believe I talked about the most or tend to) rn but :)) love you guys ❤️❤️❤️ bye :DD

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 4 years

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so i was reading one of those lame “10 red flags that are long term relationship no-no’s” or some dumb shit listicle articles where some points on the list are actually legit and some seem a little banal to a point. this one, being an example to also call out my 14/15 year old self for screaming at clear braces boy when he updated his relationship status and sent teenage me a relationship request back in 2010/year 9 (please mind that i actually didn’t hold the same feelings as he did. but it was one of those stupid forced high school relationships that a whole year group thinks should happen bc two kids just talk to each every fucking day because they’re J U S T G O D D A M N E D F R I E N D S for fucks sake):

like on some levels, sure. NOT going “public” on your relationship on social media could be a red flag.... but generally???? i don’t think it is, especially when so many of my old friends barely update their relationship statuses (like they have it hidden or still list themselves single bc like who cares, right?).... or even post photos/statuses of themselves with their s/o, unless it’s a big thing like buying a house/land for a house, getting engaged, their wedding etc at all anymore.

hell, it’d be hard for someone to “go public” on social media with me as a partner.... considering the fact that i’ve never bothered with making an instagram account. i’ve deleted my snapchat and don’t think “snap scores” etc count for anything in making healthy relationships. like how dumb can you be (unless of course social media is your job) basing your relationships on snapchat scores and/or instagram likes or doing couples social media challenges??? or retweet amounts??? like really??? that’s a fucking recipe for jealousy and couple self-doubt and comparisons etc right there, bud.

why document every part of your relationship on social media???? okay, sure. if they don’t post ANYTHING of you together; maybe that’s a problem for some people???? but honestly. i personally wouldn’t mind that. bc god. do we really need everyone nosing in on our relationship business, dude??? like really??? i don’t want people gossiping about us or whatever the fuck idek. or i don’t want to be that absolutely nauseating couple that posts photos on every social media platform like every fucking day or whatever being all “i love you so much babe you’ll always be my 🌏!!!!” to the point where like 90% of your friend/follower lists block you bc you’re just that irritating. basically this is what i went off at clear braces boy for in year 9 tbh.

just idek. i think the “not posting your relationship status on social media” and “not posting generally of you on social media” would differ person to person. bc i don’t need you to perform your love for me on my social media feed, bro.... like some dating show such as idek, love island? that’s not how you prove to me that we’re serious??? although i might get hate for this considering that i’ve never been in a relationship (bar the one mentioned above) so what would i know???

but at the same time, like it’s kinda banal doing these things by your mid20s right???? like i’m not 14 anymore. we should keep our relationship private bc you know how social media is these days.... even just generally even with people you know. like i sometimes play guessing games with who has a partner or whose broken up with their partners or whose getting married etc on my own fb feed or lurking through old friends who deleted me/never had me on social media in the first place profiles to see how they’re doing and who they’re dating (if they are). like..... it’s weird man.

and it’s even more concerning if you’re a social media person like a youtuber or a popular instagrammer (or instagram couple) or popular twitter account person or whatever. like people can be so fucking awful to famous people’s/accidentally famous people’s partners with like sending death threats or whatever..... that why would you even BOTHER posting about your relationships when you get those creepy asf fans doing that???? like idek man.

and finally when you think about those memes that say things such as:

- “yeah miss/mr he’s/she’s etc etc my world!!!! who’s your new “world” this week? like, damn bitch. are you building a fucking universe each week?”

- “gonna call up all my tinder matches at once to see if they’d like being on the bachelorette starring me!!”

- “tagging your crush in memes like “these cats are us: i’m the little cat and you’re the big cat” to drop MAJOR HINTS 😂🙃. am i right ladies????”

or whatever other garbage dating meme tweets that you can think of... because if you tag someone on them, on some level, you’re showing your relationship with the person anyway??? like obvs it’s not a lot. that’s a given. but people can read so deep into that sometimes and think you’re dating the person or something when in reality you’re just friends.

for example, i always get asked about two dudes who like/react to my fb statuses quite often and who i tag in memes often with “uh. yeah. what’s actually happening there???” by my best/close friends and i’m like “honestly? i have no idea. but i’ll keep you updated”. but if someone i’ve known for ages, but has never bothered to reach out to me for like 10 years, just randomly dropped me a dm to ask about this sitch i’d be like “yeah janina, thanks for your concern. but like.... we haven’t spoken in years???? idk why you suddenly think my love life... or even my life in general past “i hope she’s doing okay”.... is your business all of a sudden” like idk guys. social media is so fucking invasive and weird and toxic in so many ways to relationships that anything can be taken out of context. and don’t even get me started on the memories throwback function that could take you down some terrible roads (like if you were in an abusive relationship or something) if you never delete shit from your profile.

yeah. anyway. it’s bleh. and i don’t think that your partner not constantly updating your relationship on fb or being awkward about updating their relationship status or whatever the fuck, should be considered a red flag in some sense; and it can mean different things to different people. what i’m getting at is: why can’t we have privacy anymore?

people can feel free to call me shady or whatever. but i’m not being shady in any way, shape, or form. i’m questioning whether people really need to air their relationships in full (no matter whether they’re genuinely reciprocal and love filled; or unhealthy and unrequited- like my stalker back in years 11/12... and also clear braces boy).... and/or at the end of a relationship... air any or all of their dirty laundry through their social media feeds. it’s unhealthy asf that social media rules our lives that much. and that it seems almost to be a fucking requirement to share EVERYTHING about your life on social media to whoever, whenever. finally i’m saying that showing your love has become almost like a competition against other couples going “official” on different social media platforms by updating their rs status or tagging each other in their posts or writing corny lovey-dovey statuses with the starry eyed couple in a photo underneath. like ugh. i hate it.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess

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ofberkleys · 4 years

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╰ ♡ MUSE 24, JODIE COMER, CIS FEMALE ┊ have you seen NORA BERKLEY-YATES around hillston? the 25 year old is said to be a WAITRESS at the HILLSTON YACHT CLUB. the neighbours would say that they’re ATTENTION SEEKING and SELF ABSORBED, but they’re actually ENCHANTING and GREGARIOUS. SHE often reminds people of bitten lips, bambii eyes and stumbling around is a pair of heels. watch out, though. you wouldn’t believe that SHE ACTS AS A SUGAR BABY FOR MARRIED MEN IN THE COUNTRY CLUB. ( echo, 22, gmt, she/her )

when you finally get around to watching killing eve and fall in love. hi, i’m echo and this is my intervention. it’s been a hot few months since i was in a tumblr rp because university got me all busy but life is cancelled so here i am. very excited to be here bc i have a weird love for family rps. idek why.

moving onto nora. (TW: prostitution, self injury, drugs)

nora berkley-yates was born nora snyder to a single mother who lived in a small trailer park. nora’s mother was a junkie and to both feed her habit and keep the lights on she became a prostitute. nora spend most nights alone, craving attention, as she watched her mother bring back all sorts of men. so she’d try to do things to get her mothers attention like curse at her and at one point: break her own arm just to see what her mother would do. nothing worked.

when nora was eight years old she got taken into foster care when a neighbour reported what had been going on. during that time she had been bounced around for a little while, the reason for her moving on always being along the lines of “she needs a kind of attention we can’t give” or “we’re unable to care for a child with such strong emotional needs” nora was seeking what she was lacking all those years and that came to fruition when she met the berkley-yates’. at first she assumed it would be another temporary arrangement but something was different. they genuinely cared.

of course in a house with multiple children, nora did end up back to her old tricks. she’d kick, scream, at one point she even jumped off a playground set at the park. the berkley-yates still wanted her. so they adopted her and she was thrilled. she loved them. as nora got into being a teenager this attention-seeking behaviour manifested itself in partying and to some extent, bullying others. she could be really catty and vicious.

she went to a local college to study business but found to course boring. when she graduated her fathers set her up with a waitressing job at the country club. she hated it at first. all the fancy-pants men and their stepford wives, getting stared at by every single one of her male customers. and then....came the baby.

that stupid baby. a child actually related to her dads. she didn’t like it. once again she felt abandoned. despite the fact that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. the day after she found out, a married man made a pass at her at the club and for the first time, she flirted back. what started with one man soon became two, then three. they’d buy her things and give her money she didn’t need, but that wasn’t her prize, her prize was the attention. she loved it and the fact these men were choosing her over their wives and in return all she had to do was flatter their egos. she rarely even slept with them. but she knows it’s not right. does that mean she’ll stop? not a chance.

thanks for coming to my ted talk. i really look forward to writing with you all. i’ve brainstormed some possible connects down below but feel free to message me if you can think of anything else. i’m super open to anything.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

married man she’s seeing

someone who’s noticed her behaviour

someone she was petty to in high school

someone who is genuinely interested in her but she doesn’t even see them

family member of someone that she’s seeing

coffee bud who shouldn’t condone her behaviour but does

literally anything!

#hillston.intro #prostitution tw #drugs tw #self injury tw

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missantichrist · 6 years

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Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Smut, Spanking, Fem!Receiving Oral, Male!Receiving Oral, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), and idk other kinky shit, be surprised! @langdonsinferno this one’s for u, it has ass biting!

Note: For some reason about halfway thru the time changes to present? lmao idek anymore, also this entire fic was built around this ask I sent in to @wroteclassicaly one night during her kink hour. I knew the moment I sent it I’d have to write about it!

You step into the elevator of the Carlyle Hotel, your Louboutin heels digging into the carpet giving you awful blisters. You barely notice the pain in your feet though, because your headache is much worse. You’d worn yourself out. You were in New York for business and had spent your day in meeting after meeting and you were beat. You hear the elevator ding as you hit the floor of the Bemelmans Bar. One of the most exclusive bars in New York, in one of the most exclusive hotels in New York. You need a drink and your boss had let you use the company card for whatever you needed.

You find yourself sitting at the counter ordering drink after drink, wasting your time away. You didn’t even notice when a handsome young man came and sat next to you. He looked at you a smiled, “Had enough to drink?” he said.

“No,” you quipped back, barely giving away your drunken state.

“Well it looks to me like you have, but, if you insist,” he smiled. “One more of-” he gestured towards you, “-whatever she’s having.” The bartender slid another drink your way.

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem, but, you’re not getting another one after this one,” he chuckled. You looked up at him, admiring his sharp features. His smile was warm and inviting, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he was really good looking too. Like. Really.

“And who are you to decide that,” you said. “I have a black card of my own you know. I don’t need you to buy me drinks.”

“Duncan Shepherd,” he smiled. “And you’re not getting more drinks, because you’re coming up to my room with me.”

You laughed at his boldness. “You, Mr. Shepherd, are a very bold man. Coming in here, telling me what I can and can’t do.”

“Yeah, well people do tell me that my confidence is attractive,” he said. “How about you, miss…?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Do you agree?” He asked, taking a sip of the whiskey he’d ordered.

You looked him up and down, assessing him. “Alright.” You said. “I’ll bite. Show me to your room Mr. Shepherd.”

He smiled and held his hand out for yours, which you gladly took. “Call me Duncan.”

You didn’t know whether or not to trust this Duncan fellow, but you followed him to his room anyway. It wasn’t until he opened the door that you realized he was staying in the empire suite.

“Holy shit,” you gasped.

“Yeah, I know. Pretty nice, isn’t it?” He said.

“Nice??” you giggled, “Duncan you’re staying in the empire suite for fucks sake!”

“Oh, right, sometimes I forget,” he said as he winked at you. “That reminds me!” He gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen. “Why don’t we share some of this?” He said as he held up a bottle of Cristal.

“You’re...kidding. You just met me,” you said, mouth agape.

“Well, sometimes you just have to take chances on people,” he said, popping the cork and pouring you both a glass. “Besides, I have money to burn.”

“I think I’m starting to like you Mr. Shepherd,” you giggled, taking a sip of the champagne.

“You liked me the moment you looked at me,” he said cockily.

“Don’t get too arrogant on me,” you said, trying to sound serious but accidentally slurring your words, causing you both to erupt into laughter.

It wasn’t long before you and Duncan were in your underwear up against the wall in his bedroom, mouths roaming across eachothers bodies, sucking on eachothers necks, exchanging tongues. You noticed he had another bottle of Cristal sitting in an ice bucket on his nightstand. “Where do you get all this money from,” you asked out of breath inbetween kisses, “you a part of the mafia or something?”

Duncan laughed before going back to sucking on your neck, “No,” he captured your lips with his and bit down until he drew blood.

“Ow!”

“I’m the CEO of of the Shepherd Freedom Foundation, Y/N. I thought you’d figured that out when you heard my name,” he laughed.

You licked the blood off your lip, “guess I was too focused on your eyes,” you giggled as you got on your knees and looked up at him, pulling his boxers down so that you were met with his throbbing erection. You licked his tip, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure before taking his full length down your throat, his warm salty skin assaulting your throat with each brutal thrust.

“Shit,” “I’m gonna-” he moaned before he shot his thick load down your throat.

Duncan pushed you down onto the bed and unclasped your bra, kneading your breasts before you felt him pull off your panties and straddle himself over you, his cock already hardening again and leaking with precum, wet with your spit. You saw him glance over to his nightstand.

“What do you say we pop another bottle of champagne, huh?” He asked with a devilish smirk as he gingerly pulled a bottle of Cristal out of the ice bucket he had resting on the nightstand. He pops the cork off and watches in awe as the champagne foams up and drips down onto your exposed chest. “Duncan!” you giggle, “that’s expensive champagne!”

“Oops, my bad, let me clean that up for you,” Duncan said smugly as he brought his head down to your chest and pressed his warm tongue to your chest, lapping up the spilled champagne and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You arch into his touch, moaning as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Duncan, please,” you breathe into his ear.

“I’m not done yet,” Duncan chuckles, meeting your eyes with a piercing gaze as he picks the champagne bottle back up and pours more of the cool liquid over your chest, watching as it travels through the valley of your breasts up to your neck. His eyes focus on your collarbone and he licks his lips. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he pulls you back up on top of him and nuzzles his chin into the crook of your shoulder, pressing his full lips onto your neck, sucking and nipping at all your sensitive spots, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

Your hands move to tangle in his soft brown hair, pulling him closer to you. You feel yourself grow wetter at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your inner thigh and you grind into him, pulling a throaty groan from his lips. Duncan pushes you back onto the bed and captures your lips with his in a passionate kiss before he starts to work his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen and up your thighs, marking you as his.

You let out a breathy gasp when you feel his hot breath fan over your leaking cunt. “You’re so ready for me baby,” Duncan whispers against your core as he looks at you, his cool blue eyes blown with lust. You let out another needy whimper, wanting him to touch you so bad.

“Duncan, please,” you breathe out, throwing your head back when he licks a stripe up your folds, tongue delving into your cunt, licking at your clit, lapping up your wetness as if it was some divine nectar, his scruff tickling at your skin.

He continued to lick and nip at your sensitive bud, working you to your climax, your moans getting louder with each flick of his skilled tongue. “Duncan I-,” you moaned as you felt him smile against your skin, “I’m close.”

With that you felt him pick up speed, his tongue delving in and out of you at a devilish pace, his mouth placing hot kisses to your cunt. You feel the coil inside you snap and your hands grab at Duncan’s hair again, holding onto him for dear life as you ride out your intense orgasm. “That’s it baby,” you hear him say. “Cum for me,” he says as he delves back in between your thighs to lap up your release before meeting your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Duncan flips you over so that you’re facing the wall on all fours before bringing his hand down hard on your ass. “Fuck,” you hiss at the pain, inching forward away from him.

“Oh no you don’t,” Duncan says, grabbing your hips and pulling you back towards him, his leaking cock pressed up against your ass. Duncan winces, his cock aching to be inside you and grabs a handful of your ass, kneading it, before reaching across the bed where he threw his belt and grabbing a hold of the $450 strip of leather, running it through his hands before he cracked it against your ass, the expensive leather turning your skin bright red, the logo from the buckle turning into a welt on your skin. Duncan continued to smack down on your cheeks with his belt, the pain slowly turning into pleasure, yelps turning into moans. When he was finally finished he took the belt and ran it up through your folds, gathering your wetness on the leather before tossing the belt aside again.

“Does it hurt?” He asks. You nod, feeling the heat from the welts the belt left on your ass grow. “Want me to make it feel better?” You nod again and Duncan brings his tongue down on your wounds and licks them before biting down on your soft skin so hard he leaves teeth marks. You let out a harsh moan at the foreign feeling, prompting him to continue.

Duncan continued to lick at your wounds and bite your ass before he began planting kisses down your ass and went back to placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cunt before flipping you back over so you were laying on your back again, facing him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You could feel his cock throbbing against your thigh. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “I need to be inside you, now,” he said, lining himself up to your entrance, his precum smearing onto your cunt as he rubbed his tip against you before pushing all the way into you so that his balls were up against your ass. “Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned, wasting no time setting a brutal pace, fucking into you, moans and grunts falling from his lips uncontrollably as he filled you up. “Fuck you feel so good Y/N,” he grunted, his head falling back as he tried to maintain his composure.

“You fill me up so good, oh fuck,” you said in between breaths, your nails raking across his back. His veiny, thick cock hitting every spot inside you that made you see stars. You two remained like that, joined together, Duncan thrusting into you at a rapid pace, coming almost all the way out before sheathing himself back inside you each time, moans, grunts and expletives falling out of both your lips.

Duncan put his hand on your lower stomach, “fuck,” he gasped. “I can feel myself right here.”

“Duncan I’m gonna cum,” you moaned breathlessly, his cock hitting you in just the right spot, bringing you to your climax.

“Good girl,” Duncan said, bringing his hand down to flick at your clit, tearing moan after moan from your throat. “That’s it. Cum for me, cum for daddy.”

With that you came completely undone, your walls contracting around his thick cock, sending him over the edge. “Fuck,” he groaned as he threw his head back, releasing his thick, hot load into you before stilling and pulling out of you.

Duncan reached over to the bottle of champagne he’d opened earlier and poured you a glass. “So,” he smirked. “Let me know when you want to reconnect for round two.”

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