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𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝒊𝗩𝗔 𓈒 walking around in their clothes

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HEESEUNG

heeseung was peacefully brushing his teeth at the sink, but the moment you walked into the bathroom, playfully bumping your shoulder with his side as you reach for your own toothbrush, he almost choked on oxygen. the issue, you may ask? you’re wearing his band t-shirt. it’s so big on you it almost swallows you completely; it has him spitting out his toothpaste and rinsing his mouth with wide eyes and a thudding heart, while you stand there, happily brushing away, completely oblivious to what the kind of stunts the sight of you wearing his clothes has his heart doing.

JONGSEONG

“jay,” you call out, stepping out of your room, smiling when you spot him laying sprawled on the couch, game controller in hand. when his eyes travel up from the television screen to you, he visibly gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly from the force at which he swallows. because you’re in his hoodie, looking so fucking adorable that he could combust right there. “what? something wrong?” you tease, a knowing smirk tugging at your lips as you settle down on the couch next to him, taking in the warmth of his body.

JAEYUN

the sight of you in his clothes always had an effect on jake since day one—it’s a known fact, and with how in love with you he is, it’s a necessary feeling. though, until now, he didn’t know the full extent of it. he hums a gentle tune as he happily walks into the house, making a beeline for your shared bedroom. he freezes as soon as he opens the door, his jaw almost dropping to the floor as he takes in the sight in front of him. you and layla were cuddled up on the bed, a book in your hand—another weakness of his, he always thought you were so hot when you read—and worst of all, you were comfortable in his zip-up jacket, the cloth loose against your frame but not too much. oh, this is an image he wants to engrave with gold embossing into his mind.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon has always prided himself on his ability to stay calm and composed, even in the most difficult situations. but there is one event where he never can stay normal, per se, which is when you wear his clothes. he was just waiting for you to get ready so you can go out on a date together, only to be met with the sight of you wearing one of his button downs on top your outfit. “hoonie, you’re staring. is something wrong?” your brows furrow in confusion. “is there something on my face?” your question seems to snap him out of his reverie, and he shakes his head, but the way his heart stutters in his chest each time he glances at you the rest of the day says otherwise.

SUNOO

the wind was chilly, a slight nip in the air as you step out of the house, making you regret your decision to skip wearing something on top of your flimsy shirt for this walk to the convenience store. sunoo immediately picked up on it, the way you were trying to subtly wrap your arms around your to keep yourself warm, and he immediately feels the need to stop you. so, he pulls off his hoodie, and tugs on your arm to stop you, and silently places the hoodie in your arms, murmuring, “it’s cold.. you should wear it.” with his cheeks slightly flushed.

JUNGWON

just as you were about to leave the house, your hand suddenly left jungwon’s leaving him confused for a second as you dashed back inside, saying you’ve “forgotten something important.” only when you come back does he notice: you’re now wearing a baseball cap, his baseball cap. “ready to go?” you ask, casually adjusting the hat on your head as you slipped your hand back into his—he just smiles at you, the action uncontrollable as he pulls you out the door and towards his car.

RIKI

niki almost laughs out loud at the sight of you in his sweatpants, the fabric ending way past your feet, dragging across the wooden floors as you grumble something about him being annoying and a “hater”: your words, not his. you see, you spilled water all over your jeans earlier, and being at his dorm, you had nothing else to change into except a monstrosity that he called his pants. “this is so not funny, ki.” his boyish grin just widens as he watches you flop onto the couch like a petulant child, yet despite the teasing, he can’t deny how cute he thinks you look like this—huffy and so adorable in his eyes.

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[moonchild9350]

Your Canvas

summary: Hyunjin entrusts you with his look for the show and what is in store afterwards.

pairing: idol!Hyunjin x fab!reader

genre: fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 1.9k

warnings: teasing, fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, squirting, use of term princess, hyunjin is kinda a soft dom

notes: a short fic to help me get out of my slump and also versace buzzcut hyunjin lol

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please do not copy, translate, modify, or use elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

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Your paintbrush traveled over the fuzzy blond strands, the black paint forming the letters to spell Versace. You were helping Hyunjin get ready for the show, offering to help him paint the phrase and its design on the sides of his head.

However, the man was out to make the task difficult as his arm was wrapped around your waist, his large palm flat on your ass as he squeezed the flesh every now and then. Each time it occurred, you felt your pussy clench, your arousal soaking your panties as you took in his little smirk.

“Are you okay love?” Hyunjin teased as he looked straight ahead not daring to turn around and mess up your work.

“Mmhmm. But if you want your designs to be perfect, I need to focus.”

“Well focus love, what’s stopping you?”

At that moment he squeezed your ass again and this time his hand sneaked its way under your dress, his fingers teasing your folds briefly before withdrawing them.

You breathed in and out, trying to ignore his teasing and focus on what you were doing and somehow you were able to finish. You stood back to admire your work, the large, black words sticking out on his blonde almost white hair.

“Done,” you said in triumph as you set your paint brushes down on the counter.

You gasped as you suddenly felt Hyunjin wrap his arms around you, pressing your body against his front.

“Thank you love,” he murmured as he pressed wet kisses down your neck and ran his nose up just to nip at your ear.

You could feel his semi-hardened cock pressed against you, the need to have him take you then and there getting stronger with each second. However, he had places to be and with every last bit of resolve you pulled away and began fixing your dress.

“We have to go. Everyone is waiting on the prince.”

Hyunjin eyed you, his brown eyes taking in your body, how your dress hugged your curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Normally he’d let his possessive side show and have you change, not wanting anyone to see what’s his. But tonight, he’ll let it slide as he wants everyone to see who he’s going home with later on.

He runs his fingers through the short strands and smiles before grabbing your hand to lead you out of the room and to the show he looks forward to all year. — — The night went well. Many fans attended to see the prince himself while anybody who is somebody made their way to the venue. Hyunjin mingled with the others, always having you in tow, a hand placed gently on your lower back.

You were a little tipsy from the flutes of champagne you knocked back throughout the night leaving you feeling horny and needy for Hyunjin. Every time you eyed his hair, seeing your handiwork on his buzzed head, you silently moaned or when he eyed you with a knowing look, his tongue darting out to lick his plush lips, your walls clamped down around nothing, more arousal seeping out of your pussy and onto your thighs as the fabric of your panties was ruined.

Time passed however, more drinks were passed around, and before you knew it, Hyunjin was bidding everyone goodbye and leading you out of the venue. He was silent the whole way to the car, a soft smile on his face as the few stragglers who were outside yelled his name and snapped his picture, the camera flashes lighting up the night.

You were like a dog in heat, needing to be touched by your lover in however way he saw fit. You squeezed your thighs together over and over, seeking friction and therefore giving you some relief, but Hyunjin just lightly slapped your knee, signaling for you to stop.

Hyunjin was hard, incredibly so, his cock straining against his pants painfully. He never was not hard, not tonight as he kept thinking of you in that dress, your eyes on him, eye fucking him every chance you could get. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, ravage you, and worship you.

Once at the hotel, he whisked you away, both of you in a hurry to be within the confines of the four walls of your room. The door slammed, causing the items on the dresser to vibrate.

Before you knew it, Hyunjin had you on your back as he hovered over you, his eyes gazing at you with a sultry gaze.

“Fuck my princess, you need me don’t you?” He smirked as he slowly leaned down to press his lips to your collarbone.

You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feel of the fuzz against your fingertips and his lips on your skin, slowly licking and sucking the flesh until you were squirming beneath him.

“I need you,” you whimpered, bucking your hips into his, groaning when you felt his cock against your thigh.

Hyunjin chuckled and stood up, leaving you shocked and gazing at him. He stripped himself of his jacket, the purple leather sliding to the floor and began to slowly rid himself of his shirt and pants as you watched silently.

Before ridding himself of his boxers, he cocked his head and asked, “Why are you still lying there? Don’t you want me to bend you over and have my way with you? Fuck you just the way you like until your begging me to let you come?”

You felt a flutter run through your body, the heat settling in your core. You scrambled off of the bed and slipped your dress off, baring yourself to Hyunjin. Your chest was heaving as you breathed, your nipples hardened as you stood there in just your panties. Hyunjin’s eyes roamed down your body as he smiled in approval at your obedience.

You gasped as he brushed his fingers over your nipples, barely touching them to tease you. You bit your lip as pleasure cascaded down your body, as he toyed with your breasts in a way only he knew how to do. His eyes met yours, his pupils dilated and filled with lust.

His hands dropped and you gasped at the lack of sensation, wishing he would touch you again. You didn’t have to wait long as he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward the dresser and bent you over. You heard him discard his boxers and slide your panties down your legs, leaving them to pool at your feet.

You let out a moan as his fingers ran through your folds, over and over, the pad of the digit rubbing your clit every now and then. The sound of your arousal filled the air, causing Hyunjin’s cock to twitch as more pre-cum leaked from his reddened tip.

“Look at me love. Look in the mirror right at me.”

You lifted your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze in the large mirror hanging above you. He smiled as he massaged your ass, his other hand stroking his cock slowly.

“I want you to look at me when I fuck you,” Hyunjin purred.

You shook your head okay and pushed your hips back, moaning when you felt the tip of his cock on your flesh.

“Ready love? Remember eyes on me…”

You let out a moan as he pushed inside, his cock spreading you open with each inch. Hyunjin was a site to see as he threw his head back briefly and then caught your gaze again as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast. You felt full, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, pushing you toward that feeling of sweet ecstasy that you’ve been craving all night.

Hyunjin panted as he gripped your hips tighter, his eyes glued to your ass as he watched your pussy take his cock perfectly and the flesh jiggle against him with each thrust. He loved your pussy, how tight and warm it was around him, how it made him feel as if he was losing his mind. He reveled in the thought that it was his, all his.

You felt that familiar sensation start to bubble causing you to clench around his cock. Hyunjin noticed the change, how you clenched around him, how your moans turned to shaky breaths and how you met his thrusts by shoving your hips back onto him, trying to reach your peak.

Hyunjin suddenly withdrew his cock, your cries of dismay reaching his ears. He pulled you up and then maneuvered you to the bed, laying you on your back before spreading your legs wide open.

His eyes feasted on your pussy, taking in your swollen folds, slick with your arousal. He licked his lips when he saw your clit, so engorged it was peaking out between your lips. Hyunjin lifted your chin so your eyes were on him as he spit on your pussy, the saliva hitting perfectly on your clit causing you to gasp before the liquid traveled down your folds and to your entrance.

You watched as he gripped his cock once more and sheathed himself inside you, leaning down against you to get as close as possible. He snapped his hips once, twice, nice and hard to the point where your body jolted upwards against the sheets as you let out a huff.

He kept that pace, deep and hard before speeding up, that pleasurable feeling quickly building up within you once more. You traced your fingers against the word Versace you painted earlier in the day, listening to the soft grunts your lover let out at your touch.

“Mmm such good pussy. Been wanting to fuck you all night love. M’wanted to fuck my princess.”

“Ah Hyunjin!” You whimpered as you continued to run your fingers through the tendrils of hair, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull you closer.

You were close to your high, the feeling intensifying with each thrust. You slowly breathed, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure, to the warm feeling that began in your belly before traveling all the way down to your core, to your legs, even to your toes. The bubble grew slowly and intensely to the point that you felt overwhelmed.

“Are you going to come on my cock love? Well you be a good little princess for me?” Hyunjin cooed as he eyed you, recognizing the look you make when you’re close to orgasm.

“Yes, gonna come on your cock…gonna..” But your words were caught off as you came hard, your release dripping out of your pussy and onto Hyunjin’s cock and the sheets below. Your vision blurred and your hearing diminished as he continued to fuck you, dragging his cock in and out in and out until he gave a strangled cry and stilled his hips, his seed painting your walls.

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath and collapsed next to you, pulling you to his body. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your spent face that was filled with love. His eyes fluttered as you reached out to trace the design on his head, a soft grunt coming from deep within his chest, almost like a purr.

“I did good,” you said as he returned his gaze to yours.

“You did, it’s definitely a painting fitting for a prince.” Hyunjin murmured as he drew small circles on your hips.

You couldn’t agree more.

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ice on my teeth | c.sn

❤︎ synopsis — san’s been feeling a little bold lately after his most recent comeback

pairing: idol!choi san x afab!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ice on my teeth slaps and san in the mv has me feeling some type of way. enjoy this fic i cranked out from the horniest crevices of my mind. banner credits to @sylusz

cw: no gendered pronouns for the reader. top!san. bottom!reader. pet names (baby, babe, honey). vaginal fingering. oral sex (f receiving). slight overstimulation. reader is hormonal for san. san is a bit of a freak

san was so unfairly hot.

and he knew it.

it was insanely obvious that he took advantage of that fact too, because this comeback, his stylists went all out for every single one of his looks.

as the partner of choi san himself, you had special privileges of freely roaming photoshoots and music video shootings whenever ateez prepared for their latest comeback. it’s a special opportunity that all of ateez partner’s got, per the request of the members themselves.

and damn, did your man really aim to make you go feral this time around.

the new golden hour part 2 ep was an absolute banger, hongjoong even gave you the luxury to have an early listen to one of the songs on the album. of course, with banger songs, comes with a banger music video.

a music video that was a little too sexy for your own sanity.

the entire process was a thrill for ateez, but an agonizing time for you. you were forced to sit behind the camera crew while they took the most sinful shots of your boyfriend, trying to be discreet with how you rubbed your thighs together every time san flashed one of his sultry, sexy smirks that he’d usually give you in the bedroom.

it’s like god was laughing at your misfortune from the clouds with a popcorn bucket in hand. oh how you so badly wanted to jump your man’s bones and suck his dick right then and there, but you knew better than to create that oddly graphic scenario.

there was one particular scene that was being filmed, where san was looking up into the camera through intricately decorated chains and jewelry, shooting his iconic dark, sultry eyes. san was dressed in nothing but a fur coat and pants, lowered ever so slightly to teasingly show off his dolce gabbana boxers.

and he definitely knew he was affecting you in such a way, because every time you even catch his gaze, he always flashes you that cocky ass smirk, which only fuels your desire to just wipe than smile off with your lips on his.

this man should be illegal.

finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime of undressing san with your eyes, the music video filming was finally over, and you got to take your man home to your place.

san had already told mingi and seonghwa ahead of time that he’d be staying over at your place for some “quality time with his partner”.

a few hickeys and one sloppy make out later, the tension had finally boiled over into a heated dance of passion and lust between the two of you, with san pushing you down onto your duvet, his large hands roaming over your body, worshipping your clear skin.

“gorgeous.” san panted out, lathering wet kisses over your stomach, pushing your shirt up to your chest to grant himself more access to your body.

breathy sighs escaped your wet lips, and your gaze drifted down to the masterpiece of a man between your legs. a breathless chuckle erupted from your throat.

“someone’s eager.” you teased. san responded with a nip to your inner thigh, making you gasp.

“you’re one to talk.” san lowly groaned while practically ripping off your pants in one swift motion, which only made your panties even more soaked.

“i saw how you were looking at me during the filming. you’re not that slick, honey.”

you laughed, though it came out more high-pitched than expected. “can you blame me? you were looking so damn hot for that camera.”

“good.” san punched out with a grunt, his head diving between your legs. catching the elastic band of your panties between his teeth, he dragged down the sodden fabric in a teasing manner, slowly egging you on and heightening your arousal.

when you finally kicked off the delicate fabric yourself, the bare sight of your glittering, wet cunt, was all it took for san to lose control.

san has always been an impatient man when it came to you, so he wasted no time spreading your thighs apart, licking up your slit in one, fat stripe, and then beginning to feast on you, moaning wantonly into your sensitive skin.

your moans were shameless and loud, fingers immediately darting down to tangle in san’s raven hair, tugging on the strands periodically as san devoured your pussy with his skilled tongue.

“fuck, i’ll never get tired of this taste,” san grunted into your skin, letting out a moan as his tongue lathered over your sensitive folds. “it’s just so damn good.”

a high pitched whine escaped your lips. “h-hah.. sannie…”

“yeah, that’s it, baby. say my name.” san continued to worship your dripping core, his lips latched around your clit and sucking hard, flicking his tongue over it every now and then. your moans only got louder each time, and san just reveled in your pleasure, getting off on it.

san’s cock was so hard in his pants it was almost painful, begging to be freed and just fuck your pussy silly. but san was focused on you, and only you, wanting to hear your sounds and your pleasure.

a tiny trail of saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, moans and whines coming from your throat nonstop as san ate you out like it was the last time he was ever gonna taste pussy. his calloused hands gripped the plush of your thighs tightly every time they closed instinctively around your head, spreading them apart and keeping them locked in that position.

“no. keep them open for me, babe.” san hashed out with a slight whine in his voice. he then licked a quick line up his two fingers before plunging them inside of you, relishing the loud gasp that came from your mouth.

“wanna make you feel good. please.”

the desperation in his voice made your velvety walls clench around his digits, and san groaned loudly at the feeling. hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, san dived back in to abuse your clit with his tongue, while his fingers beckoned inside of your cunt to drive you crazy.

god were you a mess, the way san’s fingers just dragged against your spongy walls in all the right places, plus how he was prodding your sensitive pearl with his tongue. it’s like this man was trying to kill you.

every single sound that escaped your mouth only made san redouble his efforts, reducing you to his babbling, incoherent mess. your fingers tightened in san’s hair, pulling harshly at his messy black locks, and your hips bucked up to meet with san’s tongue and finger movements.

“s-san- san i can’t— a-ah~…” you whined rather loudly. san chuckled into your skin, the deep sound resonating within his chest.

and san’s gaze never left your face. his sharp, catlike eyes were dark. so dark that there was almost no white left in them, nothing but pure lust present in those black orbs.

“fuck. keep doing that for me.” san groans before removing his fingers, and spearing his tongue into your pink pucker. that about made you lose it right then and there.

“come for me, honey.”

it’s like his words cast some sort of spell on your body, because you came right then and there. your white essence flooded his tongue, and he eagerly swallowed up the sweet taste, groaning loudly and keeping his face stuffed between your thighs.

but even after your mind-shattering orgasm, san didn’t relent with his tongue movements. his continued ministrations left you a broken, whimpering mess, desperately pushing his head to try and find some sort of relief.

“s-sannie— san- it’s too much- please-!” you cried out, choked up moans coming from you.

san responded with a low whine, pushing his tongue harshly between your folds, as if to physically disagree. san’s head then came up from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

“nuh-uh, honey. we’re not stopping now.” san cooed softly. you would’ve melted at the sound of his honeyed words if it weren’t for your body being so sensitive.

pushing his pants down, his hard, leaking cock jutted out from between his legs. the tip was an angry red, demanding to be pleasured. as he shimmied himself between your legs and hooked them around his waist, you knew you’d be in for a long night.

then again, it wasn’t like you minded.

“we ain’t stopping ‘till i get to cum. and i’ll be sure to fill you up so good, babe.”

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[littlest-w01f]

Hello, how are you? I have a Rafayel fic idea

have you seen the audio of "What will the high priest think when he finds one of the gods like this with me?" "Uhh, lucky God?"

Could you maybe write something like that with god of tides?

a/n: I'm good anon :) I hear you and I searched up the audio and imagine my surprise that there was already a cosplayer who did Rafayel to the audio 💀

Lucky God?

Rafayel x Reader

RAFAYEL MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: You were supposed to be with the rest of the priestesses, preparing for the dinner. Not be nearly caught with the God you worship.

Cw: F!fingering, oral F! receiving, God of Tides, Smut 18+ MNDI

You were kissing God, the thought should've made you laugh at it's absurdity instead it felt completely normal, sitting on top of Rafayel, you cupped his face, kissing his soft pink lips. His arms, covered in blue and gold marks, and black nails, were wrapped around your soft thighs.

As you sat atop Rafayel, you marvelled at how natural it felt to kiss him - the God you worshipped from afar now beneath you, his ethereal essence mingling with yours in each tender press of your lips. His hands gripped her thighs, the blunt nails leaving faint impressions on your smooth skin as he pulled you closer, desire burning in those otherworldly eyes, partly pink, partly blue, fully widened in desire.

The air was heavy with the scent of incense and something uniquely Rafayel, a heady mix that made your head spin. You broke the kiss to trail your tongue along his jawline, savouring the taste of his skin, scales rising from his neck before they went down. "Gods," You breathed, "You're so much more than I ever imagined."

Rafayel's grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers sinking into your flesh as he pulled you flush against him. The hard length of his arousal pressed insistently against your core, making you gasp at the sensation. "And you, my beloved devotee, are everything I never knew I desired," He murmured, his voice a low, husky purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"Is it weird to cry for God when one in under me?" You asked in a breathless giggle, pulling the fabric dropped across your own shoulders down, leaving your upper body covered in only a blouse, midsection exposed, breasts pulling together as you brought your arms closer, "Or is it the only time it makes sense?"

Rafayel's eyes roamed over your bared torso, drinking in the sight of your pert breasts straining against the thin material of your blouse. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned forward, nipping at the curve of your collarbone. "There's no wrong time to worship me, priestess," He purred, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "In fact, I'd say this is the perfect moment... To show you just how devoted I am to you."

"A God worshipping his devotee? How poetic." You smiled down at him, kissing your skin as you wrapped your hands around his purple hair, fingers digging into his scalp to hold him close. "Should I tell you I am not the best priestess you could fine here, I started like a month ago..."

"My novice priestess, why do you think that is? Who got you here?" He captured your nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. Your back arched, a sharp intake of breath escaping you as pleasure shot straight to your core. "Mmm, you taste even sweeter than your prayers, sweeter than I imagined." He murmured, lavishing attention on your sensitive peak.

One hand slid up your thigh, fingertips bunching up your long skirts to rest at your hips, teasing the damp heat gathering between your thighs. "Tell me, priestess, what kind of worship would please you most right now?"

Rafayel's fingers brushed against your soaked lace, the thin fabric already clinging to your arousal. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your breast as he nuzzled into the valley between them. "You're dripping for me, aren't you? So eager to receive your God's blessing."

He hooked a finger under the fabric, slowly drawing it down your legs until they pooled around your ankles. Cool air hit your bare cunt, making you shiver. Rafayel's gaze locked onto your exposed flesh, pupils dilating with hunger. "Beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to trace a fingertip along your slick folds.

Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him to your breasts as your hips rocked against his hand, seeking more friction. "Please, Rafayel," You whimpered, "I need... More. Fill me up, make me yours."

The God of Tides circled your entrance once, twice, before pressing inside, groaning at the warmth that greeted him. Rafayel's touch sent jolts of electricity through your body, your clit throbbing in anticipation. "So wet, all for me," He purred, pumping his finger deeper, curling it to stroke that sensitive spot within.

Rafayel's thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles that made your toes curl and your back bow. He added another finger, scissoring them to stretch you open, his gaze locked on the erotic display of your body surrendering to his touch. "Look at you, taking your God's fingers so willingly," He praised, pumping his fingers in and out, coating them in your desire. "Such a good little priestess, getting ready to receive my cock."

"You're ready for me, aren't you, priestess?" Rafayel withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. "Mmm, such divine nectar. I could feast on you forever." He claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as he thrust his fingers back into you, pumping steadily.

Withdrawing his fingers, Rafayel aligned his glistening cock with your entrance, rubbing the broad tip against your slick folds. He looked up at you, his eyes smouldering with lust and adoration. "Let me give you what you crave, my love," He whispered, pushing inward, stretching you deliciously wide around his thick shaft.

You groaned for him, slamming down onto his cock, impaling yourself on every hard inch. "Yes! Oh gods, yes!" You wailed, hands scrabbling at his shoulders as he filled you completely.

Rafayel's hips bucked upward, burying himself to the hilt inside your welcoming heat. "Perfect," He grunted, savouring the tight squeeze of your walls around him.

Once fully sheathed, Rafayel paused, savouring the tight, welcoming heat of your cunt enveloping him. Then he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had you meeting his thrusts eagerly. "You feel incredible, priestess," He groaned, hips snapping faster as he drove into you with increasing urgency. "Like you were made for me, to take me deep inside you."

He began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before plunging back in, setting a relentless pace that had you seeing stars. Each powerful thrust hit that magic spot deep within, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Rafayel!" You screamed, nails digging into him as ecstasy built, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Rafayel's thrusts grew harder, more insistent, pounding up into you with primal intensity. The bed creaked beneath him, and the headboard thudded against the wall with each forceful drive of your hips back. You pinned him beneath your body, hands holding his down as you rode him with wild abandon.

Rafayel's groaning, guided your movements as you rode him with reckless passion. His scales scraped against your inner thighs, the contrast of smooth and rough adding to the intense sensations overwhelming your senses. "Harder, priestess!" He commanded, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take what's yours!"

As if spurred on by his words, you slammed down onto him with renewed vigour, your cunt clenching rhythmically around his pistoning cock. Rafayel's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he lost himself in the exquisite torture of your tight, wet heat.

Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave brought forward by the God himself, your inner muscles spasming wildly around Rafayel's throbbing cock as euphoria washed through you. "Rafayel!" You screamed, convulsing in his arms as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling and spent.

But the God of Tides was far from finished. With a roar of triumph, he surged upwards, driving deep into your quivering depths as his own release erupted. Thick ropes of his seed pumped into you, filling you to overflowing as he emptied himself inside his devoted priestess. "Mine!" He growled, marking you as his own as his hot cum coated your womb.

Collapsing back onto the bed, Rafayel wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace as you both caught your breath. "That was... Indescribable. But I am far from done."

As Rafayel's seed continued to pulse into your still-clenching cunt, you felt a new surge of arousal building within you. It seemed impossible, yet your body responded to the God's possession with an insatiable hunger. "Already again?" You gasped, looking up at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes. "How can you possibly have more to give?"

Rafayel chuckled low in his chest, the vibrations sending pleasant tremors through your sensitive skin. "You'd be surprised what a deity can do when properly worshipped, especially by a priestess as beautiful as you," He teased, rolling you onto your back and settling between your spread thighs. "And I intend to show you just how thoroughly your God wishes to serve you back."

He pulled you from his lap, bringing you to his chest, pulling you further. Without a word you straddled Rafayel's face, sinking down onto his waiting mouth. His tongue delved into your dripping slit, lapping up your juices as he began to eat you out with gusto, taking in both his and your release. You ground against his face, riding his tongue as he devoured your cunt. His nose pressed against your clit, the slight press providing delightful friction against your sensitive nub.

You threw your head back, crying out in bliss as he devoured you, your fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close. "Oh gods, yes! Just like that!" You moaned, grinding against his face as waves of pleasure threatened to consume you once more.

His mouth descended upon you, lapping at your essence with unrestrained hunger. Rafayel's tongue delved deep, fucking your channel with slow, deliberate strokes while his nose nestled into your clit, inhaling your musky aroma.

"Mmm, you smell divine," He rumbled, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he parted your lips with his tongue. "Taste even better."

Rafayel's skilled tongue worked its magic, coaxing your pleasure higher with each lap and suckle. Your hips undulated, riding his face as he feasted on your dripping cunt. The God's nostrils flared, drinking in your intoxicating scent, his cock twitching with renewed interest despite having only recently climaxed.

As your climax neared, Rafayel redoubled his efforts, his mouth a blur of motion as he ate you out with single-minded devotion. His tongue plunged deep, stroking your inner walls, while his nose rubbed insistently against your throbbing clit. The combination proved too much, and you came undone with a scream, your cunt clamping down on his probing tongue as ecstasy overwhelmed you.

"Y/N! Priestess?" The sharp voice of the High Priest rang through the silence of the halls, he was looking for you.

"Shit..." You froze above him, prying yourself free from his mouth still on your cunt, trying to force another orgasm from you, you had lost count and were sure your legs were cramped, "What will the High Priest think when he finds one of the gods like this with me?"

"Uhh, lucky God?" Rafayel smiled from under your legs, his lips, cheeks and chin covered in your release, eyes fully blown.

"RAFAYEL!" Unceremoniously you threw the God off your bed, forcing him to land on the floor beside it with a thud, you threw your covers on him, pulling your skirts down and re-lacing your blouse, not appearing put together in any way.

The High Priest stood at the threshold, his piercing gaze sweeping over the room. His stern expression faltered slightly as he took in the dishevelled state of the bed, the rumpled sheets and the scattered pillows. A faint scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

"Priestess y/n," he said, his voice firm but tinged with curiosity. "I received a report that you were... Missing from the mess hall. Is everything well?"

You straightened your posture, attempting to project an air of innocence despite the flush colouring your cheeks. You met the High Priest's stare head-on, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yes, High Priest," You replied, your voice steady. "I was merely resting after a long day. These old floors can be quite cold."

The High Priest raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. He stepped further into the room, his footwear clicking against the stone floor. His gaze lingered on the tangled bedding before returning to you.

"I see," he said slowly. "And might I inquire who else was occupying your chambers during this... Restful interlude?" His tone carried a subtle edge, hinting at the unspoken implications behind his question.

As he spoke, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Rafayel, still hidden beneath the covers, held his breath, waiting to see how you would respond to the High Priest's probing inquiry.

"Just me..." You nodded, lying through your teeth easily. "And I did work extra hard today so I thought I earned some rest."

The High Priest studied you intently, his eyes narrowing as he searched for any sign of deception. After a moment, he seemed to accept your explanation, though a hint of disappointment flickered across his face.

"Very well then," He said, turning to leave. "If you're certain you don't require anything, I shall take my leave. Remember, Priestess y/n, your duties await you in the temple come morning."

With that, he exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as he was gone, Rafayel emerged from beneath the covers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Rafayel stretched languidly, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. "I must say, I'm rather impressed. Keeping secrets from the High Priest is no easy feat, especially when he's investigating suspicious activities in the temple."

"Well, that was close!" he exclaimed, brushing off his clothes. "Highly entertaining, though. You should consider a career in diplomacy – or perhaps a life of crime, given your knack for talking your way out of sticky situations."

"My, my, is my God suggesting I take a life of crime over a life fully devoted to him?" You gave him a teasing grin as he dressed fully, looking fully unlike what they had been doing. "And this is nothing. You should see what more I've gotten out of just my talking."

Rafayel chuckled, shaking his head as he tied his belt around his waist to hold the fabrics that went over his shoulders. "No, no, nothing like that. Though I suppose there could be... Interesting possibilities exploring that path together, if you're in for a bit of mischief." He winked playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"However, I meant it more as a jest. Your dedication to me is admirable, truly. Although you are nothing less than a Goddess yourself." Rafayel approached you, his movements fluid and graceful. He reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek in a tender caress. "Your beauty shines brighter than any divine radiance," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Should you be saying that?" You asked, tilting your head curiously, "After all, I am no Goddess."

Rafayel's hand trailed down to cup your chin, his thumb stroking your lower lip. "Oh, but you are," he insisted, his gaze burning with intensity. "In every way that matters. Your spirit, your passion, the qualities of a true deity."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "And as your God, it is my duty to worship and adore you, to make you feel like the Goddess you are."

With that, Rafayel captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. His hands roamed your curves, mapping every inch of your body as if committing it to memory. "Now I should leave before I set you in trouble huh?" It took him all his strength to pull away from you

He helped you gather your belongings, properly redress, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed you your cloak. "But know that you can always find solace here, among the Gods. And I, for one, look forward to our next encounter."

As you slipped back into the covers, you couldn't shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation building within you. The thrill of secrecy, the forbidden nature of your trysts with the God - it only served to heighten the passion that burned between you.

[sylo-writes-stuff]

Good boy

Puppy!Tomas vrbada × reader

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Cw: puppy Tomas has ears and tail, gn reader, a fab anatomy, straight up horny, mentions of heat, heat, mentions of breeding, creampie, p in v, praise, pet names (puppy,good boy) and I think that's it

A/n: I made this drawing and had a really good idea, so uh enjoy. The Tomas brainrot is so real istg. I want to fuck him in every position possible. Requests are open don't be afraid to ask/request for any specific charscters^^

You're riding Tomas on the floor both of you way to horny to go to the bedroom. You're sat on top of him your original plan to ride him, but it seemed this horny puppy had other plans. He's whining and whimpering some being held back as he tries to focus on fucking up into you. His hands tightly holding onto your hips as he does so. He lifts up your sweater above your chest and just watches as they bounce from each of his thrusts.

His tail swishes from side to side as you hold the sweater up giving him permission. He eagerly pulls you down to his level so your chest is hovering over his face. He pulls you the slightest bit down as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You let the sweater go as it rests on his face, he looks so fucking cute like this. You can't help but reach up your hand to caress at his head "g-good puppy" you compliment his hips stuttering the slightest, you take note and continue "ta-taking such good care of me even when you're in he-heat, such a good boy for me~" you praise him as you rub at his ears, soft whimpers leaving him as he holds on tighter to your hips.

He let's go of one of your nipples moving to the other but uttering "I'm your good boy right? " before taking your other nipple in his mouth. His tail starting to thump on the ground as you mutter out an 'mhm'. His thrusts are relentless, you knew he'd have this much energy but even in the morning he's this energetic.

Your arms start to grow weak, you place your hands on his shoulders as you push him away slightly. You sit back to your original position giving your arms a rest for a bit, your sweater slides back down your torso a small whine leaving him as he sees your perfect breast dissapear.

His mind is soon plagued as he looks to where you two are connected. His head lowered down so he has a better view of where you two connect. He's almost drooling at the sight. You notice how his ears are droooped in a submissive way, you reach up your hand to rub at them which he leans into the touch. You then you lean your head closer to his ears and nip at it. The moan he let's out being chocked out as he basically ruts up into you cumming on the spot, his tail thumping on the floor uncontrollably.

You let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of being full. He tends to hold up on jerking off when he's about to go into heat, wanting to give you as much of him as he can. "S-sorry came sooner than I wa-wanted to" he pants out as he slowly thrusts up into you his eyes still focuses on the connection between you two, he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you. He settles for just fucking more of his cum into you, enjoying the sight.

One of his hands move from your hips to your clit as he rubs it in quick and tight circles. You jolt at the sudden stimulation placing your hand on the hand that's on your hip as you watch his hand. "F-fuck puppy, you-.....you don't have to " you say not in a selfless manner but knowing he'll be fucking you for much longer. Your hand moves to stop him feeling that coil tighten in your stomach. "I want to" he says as he holds both of your hands, he starts thrusting up into you with more vigor wanting to make you cum.

You try to stop him but your efforts are futile as he hits just the right spots, you soon cum. He let's go of your hands as you place your hands on his stomach looking to him with a slightly upset expression "f-fuck you" you say as a shit eating grin spreads across his face. "That was the plan" he says . The way he can switch from being submissive to dominant almost give you whiplash, almost.

|| Introduction || Masterlist || Simp Rants || Previous blurb +18||

[homunculus-argument]

Things to look for and why, regarding skincare (we're in different countries, so I don't know what brands are available to you. I'll focus on ingredients over brands as a result). It takes an average of 30 days for complete skin cell turnover, which means it can take that long to start seeing real results. Intro new product one at a time so you can better monitor for allergic/adverse reactions. And to avoid chemical burns. Really follow the directions when it comes to chemical exfoliants, here, because overdoing it can destroy your moisture barrier and make even lotion turn into a chemical burn sensation/reality

Chemical exfoliants are likely to be your best friend, here, as well as a "maintenance" ingredient.

You described your skin as having orange peel texture, which almost always means your skin type is oily. Niacinamide is going to be the key ingredient to help regulate how much oil you're putting out. The ordinary makes a good serum for that, and it's paired with a booster ingredient that helps it work better. Note, if your skin also feels tight (not tight because of a cystic zit) or is also flaky, you could be producing all that oil because your skin is dehydrated, in which case you want a really, really basic moisturizer too. Look for ceremides, because they will help to repair damage to your moisture barrier (if you've been using a LOT of different products it could be damaged, which leads to oil. You can usually tell, because everything will feel like your skin is on fire).

Acids! My beloved. They come in two categories, aha and BHA. Aha is water soluble and can not cut through heavy oil, and will not get as deep into pores when it's really oily, but they WILL support the BHA ingredients that are oil soluble. You are gonna want them both, because you need to cut through the oil and have something left to help out with the clogs. They will both make you more sensitive to UV, so grab an SPF that is basic as hell--i rec trying to avoid dimethicone when you're really oily, because it will generally make a mess of everything

You can safely do glycolic (aha) in really high concentrations up to three times a week. The ordinary has an amazing peel, nip + fab makes incredible pads.

Salicylic can't be had over the counter stronger than 2% in the states, but this is a powerhouse BHA. You want it.

You can usually find those two ingredients bundled together over here, and I rec that if you can find it because they will be formulated in complementary ratios.

If you can get your hands on raya, their aha/BHA cleansing gel + Bliss clear has a serum that is a toner with salicylic and niacinamide. Those two things together, consistently, completely transformed my skin. They're my ride or die when combined with the nip + fab.

The other ingredients to keep an eye out for in case of brand availability are enzymes. What enzymes do is break down the bonds in the oil and in your skin (not as scary as it sounds) so that the individual cells will turn over faster, shed faster, and not be able to stick around as long to get trapped into pores. Enzymes plus some aha/BHA can seriously push everything out of your pores. They are strong, and they can be found in the raya thing I mentioned.

I'm not sure how much character limit I have left. I'm more than happy to answer specific questions, and also help vet products via links/screen caps. r/skincareaddiction is another wonderful place to get in depth reviews, assuming reddit API fuckery hasn't hit them too bad. But I am not afraid to use my license/obsessive research skills, and I'm not afraid to pull out "fixed my face out of sheer spite" knowledge either, so if any of this is confusing or something you'd like more info on don't hesitate (and it could very well be confusing, I haven't had enough caffeine to self medicate the ADHD and it's past my bedtime. I've met myself at least once and know how I am). Either way I hope that this all helps on your quest

Damn, I'll have to go through with this a notebook and write everything down while re-reading. Thank you! I didn't even know asks have a character limit, but you sure used it well.

And yeah my skin type is oily as fuck. You could scrape it with a spoon and collect enough to boil it into soap.

[funz1es]

pictures from landing in seattle :)

did you know the flight from seattle to portland is 34 minutes

it's giving taylor swift in her private jet nipping down to the grocery store for a quick snack

I LOVE PLANE PICTURES AND NO I DID NOT KNOW THAT

uh werk queen you've never been so fab

[redactedwriting]

oh we're ACTIVE active today huh-i think i should join the fab 4 killjoys but what's that we're all in love w each other woah crazy.......i just think it would be nice to have all four of them at once ya knowwwww. hear me out- laying on my back, head in between party's legs and them playing with my hair....jet star jackhammering my cunt and pois rubbing circles on my clit.......ghoul is toying with my nip piercings...kobra leaning down so we can make out.....they're all so hot your honor it's a crime no one here talks bout this

I KNOW. I LOVE KILLJOYS SO MUCH where are my mcr girls at. where r u.

ghoul would be a MENACE with nip piercings. tuggin em and putting them in his mouth and toying with them with his tongue……jet jackhammering your cunt ugh. party playing with your hair and grinding against you a lil bit….kobra makin out with you ugh god FUCK that is the dream. oh to make out sloppy with kobra. i need to fuck up his stupid hair and make him groan. yanking on ghouls hair and moaning jet’s name against kobras mouth………

also i think. just a me thing. i think party should ride your face. just a personal opinion. they’d be desperate and horny and they’re bratty and the only way to shut them up is to make them begging to come <3

[diamondsandpebbles]

(almost) everything a skincare addict and makeup lover puts on her face in a week | byalicexo

as a lover of all things skincare and makeup, it’s fair to say that no two days (or nights) are the same when it comes to what i put on my face. one evening i’ll be microneedling and the next i’ll be indulging in a heavenly creamy mask. so in my latest vlog, i’m taking you behind the scenes to see almost everything i put on my face in a week.

get ready to see everyday favourites like the fresh kombucha facial treatment essence, new staples like the nip + fab vitamin c range, and makeup that will change the game like the pat mcgrath concealer and tropic foundation.

as always i hope you enjoy the video. don’t forget to like, comment, SUBSCRIBE (turn on your notifications) and share with a friend. and in the meantime, i’ll catch you in the next one!

[illfoandillfie]

heyyy i'm not really around in the queen/borhap fandom anymore (😞) but i do miss lucy a lot... ik you did mommy kink with her before with dom!reader, so for your advent calendar blurbs maybe you could do mommy kink with sub!reader this time?? i don't have any concrete ideas, maybe teasing her at an event or family gathering, but if you can think of something else that's great too. everything you write is amazing anyways 🥰 and i just really wanna call lucy mommy tbh lmao

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 5

ahhh this is a great request, you always come up with fab Lucy ideas for me! And wanting to call Lucy mommy is soooooo valid

I will admit I completely spaced on everything after the words sub!reader tho skfksjfksffgkksdfks but hopefully you like it!

Warnings: mommy kink (natch), light hair pulling, neck kissing, oral, strapon, minimal editing.

“Can I braid your hair?” Lucy asked, setting aside her book and pushing herself to her knees, disturbing the blankets she’d been tucked under.  “Sure,” you turned, amused, and let your hair fall from the messy bun you’d been wrangling it into.   She looked ridiculously happy as she tapped the spot in front of her, wiggling a little as she settled back on her heels.   You sighed as her fingers raked through your hair, brushing it out gently. It was always nice when Lucy did this, making you shiver slightly as she played with your hair. There wasn’t any need to talk – you'd already told each other about anything interesting over dinner – so you settled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the sensations as she worked. Lucy, never totally content with silence, started humming something softly as she created the braid, twisting strands together in a way you were never quite capable of doing yourself. You let your eyes close, breathing deeply, as you relaxed.  

A sudden tug brought you back, a little gasp falling from you at how good it felt.   Lucy chuckled at the sound, leaning forward to kiss your neck, a total contrast to the sweet humming of a moment before. As her lips trailed your throat, her hands moved down your arms and around to cup your breasts, squeezing, thumbs teasing your nipples, braless as you were.   “You know you could have just asked,” you said, arching into her, very okay with the change.   “But I like the element of surprise.” When all you did was chuckle she added, “I also like your moans.”  The feeling of her breath in your ear followed by her lips tugging on your lobe, did make you moan but you were just glad you were making her happy.  Whether it was a response to your obvious arousal or pure coincidence, her hands began to wander further, moving to tease you through your pyjama pants.   You wanted more but it was hard to vocalise it. Between her hand rubbing over your cunt, the other pulling intermittently at your hair, and her tongue tracing the length of your throat, it was impossible to focus on one thing long enough to ask for more. So when you finally did get something out it wasn’t at all specific. A whiny, “mommy.”  Lucy paused, everything stopping long enough for you to realise what you’d said.   “Oh. Your that horny. Good.”  You could only nod as she went back to teasing you.  “So,” she said against your throat in between nips and sucks, “would you rather eat me out, or wear the strap for me to ride?”  What you really wanted was for Lucy – Mommy – to make you cum but apparently that wasn’t an option, so you managed to hum indecisively before answering, ���both.”   Lucy laughed, “That’s good. You gotta get me ready first. Why don’t you strip and get the strap?”  Your hands felt clumsy as you did so, your excitement getting the better of you, and by the time you turned back to Lucy she was naked in bed, waiting.  

Before she could so much as ask, you were settling between her thighs, trying to angle your body so the strapon wasn’t quite so noticeable as it pressed against the mattress. Easier said than done but in the end it wasn’t so distracting that you couldn’t also pleasure Lucy adequately. She directed you a little, made sure you focused your tongue where she liked and that you fingered her enough she would be ready for the toy. But mostly she was able to just lie back and enjoy it. You would have ignored your own need for as long as she told you to, as long as you could keep tasting her, sucking at her clit and licking up the juice that leaked from her hole. Although you did find you could sort of grind your hips against the dildo, just to take the edge off. Afterall, licking Lucy, hearing your Mommy’s moans, the way her voice broke as you made her feel good, just made you even hornier and you were already fairly well worked up. But she wasn’t about to let you have too much. She didn’t even let you have the second-hand satisfaction of tasting her orgasm, stopping you and pushing you away before she’d reached her climax. Even when you whined about it, Lucy didn’t change her mind.   “Why don’t you sit right here,” she indicated the spot she’d just rolled out of, “sit there, lean back against the headboard.”  You might have been pouting about missing out on making her cum, but you did as she asked. And, once you were settled, you watched as Lucy climbed onto your lap, slowly sinking down onto the dildo.  

Thankfully she let you hold her hips, squeezing them as she adjusted to the stretch and gradually took more. You wanted to help her, to thrust up into her, to fuck her, but the position didn’t allow it. All you could really do was sit there and watch as she got herself off in your lap. She did kiss you though, grinding down and raising herself up on her knees as she pushed her tongue between your lips. You gasped into her mouth as her nipples brushed yours, the feeling electric when you were so desperate for any sort of stimulation. Little by little Lucy worked up her movement, riding the cock you were wearing and you began to wish it was real so you could feel her wet heat stroking it. You could hear it, still taste it on your lips. And you could feel the rise and fall of her hips as she found a rhythm she liked, the weight and warmth of her as she braced herself on your shoulders. Her breath was warm against you as small noises of pleasure rose in her throat, eventually becoming full moans as she lost herself in the movement.   You swallowed hard, bit your lip, and did your best to help her any way you could.  “God Mommy, fuck,” you groaned, moving your fingers to rub her clit as best you could, “you’re so wet.”  “Good girl,” she managed to pant, “Being so good,”  You moaned at that, wishing more than ever that you were the one being fucked.   “Getting close. Gonna cum on your cock.”  “Yes please, please Mommy cum,” you babbled, needing to see her finish almost as much as you needed to be touched yourself.   Lucy moaned at your encouragement, so you kept it up saying whatever popped into your head, your fingers digging into her hips as she got herself off.  

As her orgasm subsided Lucy slowed her hips, rocking on the dildo to extend her pleasure and ease to a stop. Her breathe was heavy and for a moment she sank against you, panting against your shoulder as you prayed she’d reward you with an orgasm of your own.   You were in luck.   When she was able, she eased herself out of your lap, gently encouraging you to lay down. With soft fingers she undid the harness from around you, guiding your knees apart as she unfastened the dildo from the O-ring. Her fingers dipped between your lips, gathering and spreading your wetness.   Lucy hummed happily as she discovered just how affected you were, “You really liked that, huh?”  “Yes Mommy.”  She beamed as you kept using the name, “Such a good girl. You’ve definitely earned this then.” Lucy stroked the length of the dildo, still slick from being inside her, between your lips and you whimpered with how badly you wanted it. She made you wait a little longer, teasing you with the toy as her fingers worked in and out of your hole. Until finally she deemed you ready, slowly pressing it into you. She’d pull it out a little and push it in that bit deeper, sometimes just holding it in you as she leaned down to repay you for the way you’d worshiped her with your tongue. And then she’d pull back to watch the cock enter you, alternating between the two until you were taking the dildo as deep as you could. From then on she watched you carefully as she fucked you with the toy, holding it firmly and shifting its angle depending on the sounds you made. Most of them were moans and whimpered ohs, the odd ‘Mommy’ and ‘fuck’ thrown in when she hit the right spots. When you reached your peak, Lucy pulled you over the edge, her thumb rubbing your clit as she kept fucking you until you were through. 

Lucy only left the bed briefly, to set the harness and dildo aside, and then she was back, her legs intwining with yours as she kissed you again. You sighed, satisfied, against her lips, and felt her smile in response. 

[moonchild9350]

Perfect Heart

summary: you must save your boyfriend Minho after he’s been kidnapped. the catch? there’s two.

pairing: Minho x fab!reader x clone!Minho

genre: sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 5.1k

warnings: voyerism, threesome (kinda), clit play, masturbation (f receiving), multiple rounds, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, handjob, cum tasting, brief mention of drugs, gun violence

notes: it’s Minho’s turn for the clone anthology! I hope you enjoy :)

if you enjoyed please like, comment, and reblog

please do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

Perfect Masterlist

“If anything ever happens to me, remember to take this ring. You have to keep it safe.”

Minho stared at you, looking for reassurance that you understood what he was telling you.

“Keep the ring safe. I get it Min but why?”

You stared at the platinum ring with a midnight blue stone in his hand. He was carefully putting it back in its box and storing it in the little safe behind a stack of books. You pulled your legs tighter under you and watched as Minho walked back over to you, his eyes filled with worry.

Lee Minho. Your boyfriend and the love of your life. You’ve both been dating for five years now after your chance encounter at your last job. He was there to meet with some perspective clients and you happened to be the receptionist on duty that morning.

You remember his demeanor, sweet and charming with an air of mystery. He intrigued you in his fancy clothes as he was decked out in dress pants and a button down shirt. His hair was perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. And his eyes. They captured you, held you in place.

Minho is rich, the son of a CEO of some large conglomerate. When you asked what the business sold, he would skirt around the topic, rubbing the back of his head, an action that he tends to do when he’s omitting information in his answer.

Despite this, you love him, he treats you well and makes sure you have everything you’d want and more.

Minho settled in next to you and pulled you close until your face was almost touching his. “Don’t worry about it okay?” He murmured and then his lips were on yours moving slowly and gently as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed into the kiss, savoring how his lips moved with yours. Letting out a yelp as he nipped at your bottom lip, you let Minho maneuver you onto your back. You let out a moan as he pressed himself onto you, his cock pressing against your core. In a flurry of movement, you both rid each other of your clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room not caring where they landed.

Minho grasped his leaking cock in his hand and brought it to your folds, grunting as he coating the shaft with your slick. He didn’t need to say anything but instead positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in, smirking as you whimpered at the feel of his cock stretching you and allowing you to feel full.

You grasped his arms and looked into his eyes as if you were challenging him, pleading for him to do his worst. Every snap of his hips against yours sent little moans toppling from your mouth, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each thrust.

Minho knew you inside and out, what made your toes curl, what made you writhe in his grasp and in this instance he knew he had you as he thrusted within you fast and deep. His eyes bore into yours, taking in your beautiful face as you fell apart under him, his ego soaring as he brought you closer to your high.

He fared no better, your warm and wet walls feeling good around him. Minho sped up and brought his finger to your clit, rubbing it in sloppy circles. You whimpered and clenched around him, allowing the feeling you’ve come to love rear its head until it exploded within, spreading throughout your body in blissful waves.

With a few more thrusts, Minho stilled his hips and let go, groaning as spurts of his cum flooded your walls. He pulled out and went to grab a towel, your eyes following him in your post orgasmic haze. You loved this man and would do anything for him, not matter what it entails.

— —

You open your eyes, slowly blinking as you come to. You’re surrounded by fluffy pillows and tucked under your blanket, nice and warm. However something feels off. Turning your head to the side, you notice the spot next to you is empty. Touching the area where Minho should be reveals the area cold as if no one has laid there for a while.

“Min?” You croak, your voice still laced heavily with sleep.

Sitting up, you look around and notice his phone and wallet are still on the bedside table. Maybe he’s downstairs making coffee or in the bathroom. Sliding out of bed you stretch, moaning at the tug on your muscles as you twist your body from side to side.

Your feet softly hit the floor as you walk to the bathroom, peeping inside just to come face to face with darkness. Turning around, you make your way to the door and walk downstairs, listening for any movement in the house, in which you hear none.

The kitchen is quiet, the lights off, not even a cup in the sink. “Min?” You call out again, a tightness forming in your chest as an uneasy feeling takes over your body. The air feels electric as if something is off.

Something is wrong.

Stopping at the counter, you notice a piece of paper, folding precariously, your name written out in block letters. You don’t have a good feeling about this and with trembling hands you pick up the note to read what is written inside.

“I have Minho. If you want him safe, come to 143 Heartlane Ave. Hurry. You have 24 hours.”

You read the letter again and again and a third time just to make sure you’re reading the words right. Minho has been kidnapped. Why?

One simple question echoed in your head over and over until you felt your breath increase, your chest heaving and a line of sweat line your forehead as you registered the fact that Minho was gone.

And you were supposed to go to this location to save him? Where was this location at? Taking off in a sprint, you dashed to the office to grab your lap top so you could look up the address. You focused on the screen, attempting to type in the address provided. Pressing search, a map popped up showing an empty spot.

That didn’t make sense. Why would Minho be in an abandoned field? Your mind refused to go to the obvious answer. You just didn’t want to think such dark thoughts.

Sitting back in the chair, you let out a sob, scared and afraid for what was to come next. The silence was so loud, permeating every space of the house. It was unsettling, as if someone was still here lurking in the shadows.

As you sat there in a daze, you realized a fact: someone was here while you were sleeping and it had to be someone Minho knew. You didn’t hear a disturbance or argument, meaning he let a person in willingly. This house that was once a safe haven to you didn’t seem too safe now but instead big and menacing.

Time passed, the silence was deafening. Your heart pounded in your chest, the thump thump echoing loud in your ears. You considered what to do next. Should you follow the note and go to the written location or should you stay here as it could be a trap. Minho could walk through the door at any moment after all.

You debated with yourself, weighing the various options in your brain. After more than an hour passed by, you shook your head in shame. Of course you’d go to the location, this is Minho the love of your life. You have to do what you can to save him.

Getting up you ran to your bedroom and began to get dressed, choosing leggings and a black shirt, something that was light and you could move around in. You grabbed your bag off the counter and your phone and ran to the front door but stopped in your tracks.

Minho’s words came to you, his request replaying in your mind, “if anything ever happens to me, you must take this ring.”

“Shit,” you mumbled and ran to the shelf where you saw him store the item. You moved the books around until you found the little box. You snatched it and stored it safely in your bag and hurried to your car.

The drive to the location was quick but mainly because you had a heavy foot, weaving your way through traffic and blowing stop signs without a care in the world. You didn’t breathe until you arrived at the building, the structure gloomy and looming over the parking lot.

Turning off the ignition, you sat in silence and willed yourself to calm down. You’re here now and everything would be fine. You’d get Minho and leave. Nodding, you opened the door and walked to the entrance of the building, ready to save the love of your life.

— —

Minho sat up with a gasp, his legs flailing or at least trying to as his legs were tied to a chair. He blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the relative darkness of the room.

Where is he? What happened? He had a pounding headache and he was thirsty; he felt as if he was hung over. Minho scanned the room, taking in how run down it seemed, the broken equipment that lined the perimeter and the layers of dust that draped it.

Slowly, carefully, he looked for any indication as to where he could be, his eyes traveling until they landed on someone else next to him…someone that looked exactly like him. He gasped and did a double take, blinking and then opening his eyes wide. He’s mistaken surely. He’s hallucinating and this…thing is not real.

However, his theory is debunked as his copy turns his head and looks right into Minho’s eyes mimicking whatever horrified expression is on his face. Minho moves and the clone copies him, movement for movement, grunt for grunt.

What the fuck is going on? Minho is confused and he can feel his anger bubbling, his face becoming flushed and warm. He’s about to scream out when the door on the opposite wall opens, the metal slamming against the wall causing Minho to wince.

He looks up and is in disbelief at the man who is stalking towards him, his face in a twisted scowl.

“You,” Minho growls, his fury reaching an all new high.

A maniacal laughter rings out, the man clapping in glee at Minho’s misery.

“Hello Minho, long time no see huh,” the man says stopping right in front of his captive.

“Tristen, you son of a bitch. What the fuck am I doing here?”

Tristen chuckles and shakes his head, not making any movements to free his prisoner.

“You know why you’re here Minho. Don’t act dumb. This is the best way to do things unfortunately. But don’t worry I’m sure it will all be over soon as your little plaything should be here soon.”

Minho curses under his breath, realizing the danger you were about to be in. And it was all his fault. He hoped you would stay away, stay safe within the confines of home.

“If you touch her I swear I’ll…” but he never finished his sentence as a searing pain radiated on his right cheek, the flesh tingling from what appeared to be a slap.

However, Tristen never touched Minho. Shocked, Minho looked to his right and saw the clone staring up at the man with a defiant look. Tristen glared at Minho before raising his hand again and bringing it down on the flesh, a loud slap ringing throughout the room.

Once more, Minho felt searing pain causing his eye to tear up. He was horrified, he had no idea that things had progressed this far. He really hoped you had stayed home.

— —

The building ahead was eerie, the corridors dark. The front door was open as if it were beckoning you in to experience whatever lies waiting for you. It felt too easy just being able to walk in. With each step you felt the little hairs stick up, one by one and an endless pit of fear stir in your belly.

Inside, the area was derelict, pieces of fallen wood scattered the floor. Dust moats float in front of you, separating only as you walk by. Toward the center of the building you could hear voices, one teasing the other tense. You had a feeling one of those voices was Minho.

Clutching your bag, you carefully treaded toward the sound of voices, making sure to avoid any obstacles on the floor that could alert the occupants to your presence.

Rounding a corner you were at the source of the disturbance and what you saw nearby made you scream. Minho was in a chair bound by rope next to another Minho who was in a similar position. Another unknown man was standing next to one of the Minho’s saying something that most likely wasn’t good.

There were two Minho’s. Two. You thought you were hallucinating, but your heart beating wildly within proved otherwise. You took a step back but hissed as your foot came down on a piece of wood, the resulting crack as the wood snapped alerting the enemy of your position.

The man turned away and smiled, clapping gleefully.

“Well, well! Look who has arrived! Great now the party can begin,” he sneered, his voice deepening two octaves lower.

Minho just stared at you, his face a mixture of horror and sorrow. You could do this, you had to do this. One foot in front, followed by the other, again and again. Each step you took echoing painfully loud, no one daring to speak or move.

Once you were in front of the men, you paused and looked uncertainly from person to person. Swallowing down your spit, you turned to the unknown man. “Let him g-go,” you squeaked, your voice cracking with terror.

The man chuckled. “Certainly, certainly. Go ahead and take him, but first I need a little something from you. Give me your bag.”

He looked at you expectantly, his arm extended as he waited for the object. You hesitated, not wanting to give up your personal item as the ring was tucked away safely inside. However, the man let out a loud sigh, his patience wearing thin.

“Now!” He barked and reached for the bag, snatching it away from you without trouble.

You yelped and let go of the bag, unsure of what the man would do. Terrified, you watched as he took a step back with a smirk on his face.

“Excellent love. Now you may have Minho back…that is if you can figure out which is the real one.”

“The real one?”

“Why yes. You do see there are two Minho right? But which is the real one? Only I know.”

One of the Minhos went to open his mouth to say something but quickly closed his mouth at the look from the unknown man.

Facing the two men in the chairs, you began to look over them. You investigated the one on the left first, starting at his hair, watching the waves fall down on his face. His eyes looked at you pleadingly, his lips moving as he silently spoke something only he could hear.

Down your eyes traveled, taking in his toned chest as it quickly rose and fell with each breath. You quickly looked at the other Minho and let out a whine as you realized he looked exactly the same, not a line out of place.

Both Minhos made the same face, lips moving at the same pace, chests heaving at the same time. You missed the smirk the man behind you gave you, as he was enjoying this little game.

Which Minho is the real one? How will you be able to distinguish which is which? You had a feeling something bad would happen to the one you didn’t pick so you had to be absolutely certain that the Minho you pick is the real one.

— —

Minho stared at you helplessly, his eyes following yours hoping to catch them in a silent plea that he was the real one. He mouthed ‘it’s me. It’s me.’ Over and over but became easily frustrated as the clone next to him was copying him to a tee.

He could tell you were confused, noticing the similarities between him and the clone. You seemed on the brink of panic as you clutched and opened your fists, something you only did when you were stressed.

Minho tried to say something but was stopped by a stern look in Tristen’s face. The bastard was standing behind you with an evil smirk as he watched you struggle. He had your bag in a tight grasp, not yet rummaging through it.

He hoped he would not get that chance, as he knows you have what Tristen wants.

After ten minutes passed, Tristen sighed. “We don’t have all day love. Pick the real Minho.”

Minho watched you hesitate and then turn to look at Tristen.

“I don’t know which one is Minho..” you whimpered, your lower lip trembling from the stress

“Well, you better decide soon because both are not leaving here today. Do whatever you must to figure it out…and I mean whatever you need to do if you catch my drift.”

Tristen smiled. Minho swore under his breath realizing what the man meant. He stared at you and tried to tell you not the go through with it. You didn’t have to do this.

— —

You knew what the man meant and you shivered at the thought. Do you want to do this? Do you feel confident enough? You have to save Minho though and if this is a way to do so then you’d do anything and you meant anything.

Nodding, you took a step forward, another, and another until you were standing in front of one of the Minho’s. You looked at him and took in his eyes. You looked to the right and saw the other Minho looking at you, terror written on his face.

Cautiously you reached for the hem of your top, hesitantly at first before yanking it up and over your head. The man behind you chuckled, his laughter laced with glee. You tried to tune him out as you focused on the Minho in front of you.

His eyes roamed your chest, eyeing your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples. Slowly, you unbuttoned your pants, your eyes on the bulge that was slowly forming in his pants. You quickly looked at the other Minho and noticed he was hard as well.

Your pants slid down your legs and you kicked them off leaving you only in your panties. It was silent, the only sound heard was your beating heart that was about to jump out of your chest.

“Get on with it!” The man shouted behind you.

Taking a deep breath, you began to touch yourself, dragging your fingers down your chest to brush against your nipples, down, down with a feather light touch until you brushed the pads against the band of your panties.

Despite being in front of two people you didn’t know, you felt turned on, your body heating up at the prospect of pleasuring yourself in front of strangers. Dipping your hands past the soft material, you circled your finger around your clit, sighing at the sensation.

You circled the bud, going faster and then slow, teasing yourself just how you like. The men in front of you weren’t faring well, their eyes dilated and cheeks flushed. Their hips canted into the air ever so slightly in tune with your movements.

When finally the Minho to your right let out a moan, you were shocked to hear the one right in front of you moan out at the same time. You didn’t give it too much thought but continued to touch your clit, focused on your high that was slowly building up.

“Go on love, see if you can figure out who the real Minho is,” the man purred behind you.

Normally you’d be embarrassed, but you needed something or someone to fill you up, to allow you that sweet release you desperately sought. You stepped up to the Minho in front of you and began to unbuckle his belt followed by his pants, eager to see his cock that has taken you to new heights.

Dragging the fabric down Minho’s thick legs, you came face to face with his hardened length, the sight alone causing you to clench your thighs together in anticipation. You pulled your panties to the side and straddled Minho before slowly sinking down on his thick cock.

This was torture, that is all Minho could think as you touched yourself, teased your body just like he would have done. He could barely contain himself as you straddled the other Minho’s cock and slid down to the hilt.

Minho couldn’t help but moan, a deep guttural sound that came deep within. You weren’t on top him, your walls not wrapped around his aching length, but he could still feel you. He could feel how warm and velvety your walls felt, how his tip hit your cervix each time you bounced.

He could feel the pleasure, so blinding just like it always was when you got on top and rode him. He wanted to look at you, watch your breasts bounce as you let out your breathy moans. However he couldn’t turn his head, as his clone was focused on you and your body.

He almost forgot Tristen was in the room until he grunted and sneered, “look at you love. Such a tease fucking both of them at the same time.”

That made you pause for a moment, settling fully on Minho’s cock as you turned and looked at the Minho to your right. He was breathing rapidly, his head straight ahead as if he was staring at something or someone. You turned to look at the Minho in front of you and gasped.

Somehow both Minho’s were connected, their actions in synch. You wondered if they felt the same as you bounced up and down on his cock. Experimentally, you rocked your hips, letting out a moan as his length dragged right along your sweet spot.

Both Minhos let out a groan, confirming your theory. The man behind you chuckled, clapping his hands again.

“Seems like you figured it out love. Go on continue.”

You knew now what you had to do. Slowly, you lifted yourself up off his cock, whimpering at the sudden emptiness. Hurrying over to the Minho to the right of you, you discarded his pants and quickly sank down on his cock, mewing out at the pleasure of being filled again.

You bounced with renewed fervor, struggling to focus on the little details of his face, his expressions, and even his clothes. You were close to orgasm, the coil building tighter within your belly. Minho held your gaze and let his lips part, his bunny teeth peeking out as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He completely surrendered to you and let out a howl as he came, his cum flooding your walls. You rocked your hips at an angle where your clit dragged against his pubic hair, stimulating you enough to let go, your orgasm taking over.

“Mmmm that’s it yes!” The man moaned behind you.

You got up slowly, your legs a little shaky from the position you were just in. You quickly covered your entrance with your panties, feeling Minho’s cum drip down into the fabric. You found your shirt and pulled it back on, your face warm with embarrassment.

“So what’s your choice?”

You considered his question, thinking back to everything you’ve just experienced. Your hands trembled as you straightened your shirt and sweat dripped down your brow. Turning around, you faced both Minhos and eyed both of them.

Slowly you walked up to the Minho to your right. “This is my Minho.” You declared confidently.

The man considered you for a moment, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. Suddenly a grin spread in his face. “Good job love.”

You huffed in triumph. Now you can go home…or so you thought. The man didn’t move but instead studied you.

“I have what I need, thank you for that,” he smirked as he held up the ring.

Minho bristled beside you, his anger written all over his face. “Fucker,” he mumbled as he tried to jiggle out of his restraints.

“I could let Minho go, but I think I should let his clone go first don’t you think?”

You were puzzled but then a second later you understood what he meant. Before you could say anything, the man was next to the clone in a flash, the barrel of a gun pointed straight in the center of his forehead.

Minho felt fear, his eyes crossing as he tried to look at the gun. He was going to die at the hands of this man, one of his father’s enemies…a clone himself.

“N…n..-“ he murmured, trying to get the word out.

You looked down at him and noticed he was trying to speak. With a shout, you lounged at the man right as the gun went off.

There was a scream and then silence as the silence spread over the room. You were lying on the ground, after falling at the last minute hitting your knees as you came down. Terror filled you as you didn’t know if Minho was okay.

Slowly, you gazed up, seeing the clone slumped forward in his seat, a stream of red trickling down his face. His eyes were closed and he was still, as if he were a statue.

Trembling, you looked behind you at Minho and found him staring straight ahead. He was in shock and trying to catch his breath. You were frozen in your spot, your ears ringing as you tried to figure out what to do next.

Minho was in pain, but even that word was an understatement. He was in agony. His head was pounding, as if someone was hammering a nail in the same spot over and over. He felt numb, the feeling not yet returned to his body.

He could vaguely see you scrambling over, fumbling with the restraints on his hands and legs. You sighed as they finally fell away and your arms wrapped around his torso to heave him up. You both hobbled toward the door, side stepping across the man who was sprawled out on the floor. He seemed unconscious and you were in no position to stop to find out if he was okay…not that you wanted to.

You spotted the ring a ways away and quickly snatched it before hurrying Minho out, down the hall and down the parking lot and into your car.

No second was wasted as you sped away, kicking up the dust in the process. Minho shifted in his seat and placed his hand on your knee. He didn’t speak, didn’t move as you navigated the roads back to your home.

Once in the driveway, you killed the ignition and sat in silence, letting it wash over you.

“Thank you,” Minho croaked, his voice still laced with pain.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you,” you whispered back as you reached for his hand to grasp it. “Let’s get you inside so you can rest.”

— —

The next morning, you bustled around, making breakfast and coffee, making sure everything was perfect. You were mumbling about the burnt toast when Minho appeared behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Morning,” he said feeling a little more refreshed.

“Morning Min.” You prepared the table and then sat Minho down placing a full plate in front of him.

You fixed your own and sat next to him and began to eat.

Minho cleared his throat, “he had a clone of me. I could feel everything that happened to him.”

You sat silently and listened, not wanting to interrupt his story

“I felt the bullet enter my skull. I thought I was a goner…”

“Who was that?” You asked, still not looking at your boyfriend.

“Tristen…an enemy of my father’s…but that’s all I want to reveal right now.”

You stared him in shock. No explanation after what you just went through? All for him? You were about to make a fuss but Minho just raised a hand to stop you.

“Trust me. “ he simply said lowering his hand back on the table.

You could trust him. You’d have to trust him. That much is evident. You could tell he was still in shock from last night, his face tinted with distress even though he tried to hide it.

“Okay,” you whispered and got up to clear the dishes.

As the water ran, you heard Minho get up and trudge back to the bedroom, his soft murmur of thanks barely reaching your ears. You finished cleaning and then went to your boyfriend, sliding into bed next to him.

“Min?” You cooed as you snuggled closer to him. “I know what can make you feel better,” you said with a purr.

You shimmied down onto your knees and looked up at your boyfriend, waiting until he merely nodded at you in consent.

Smiling, you reached into his shorts and grasped his softened cock, a sound rumbling deep in your chest as you watched him sigh and relax against the pillows.

You stroked his shaft, thumbing over his slit occasionally, the blood filling out his length steadily with each minute.

“Mm faster baby,” Minho grunted as he gazed at you with lustful eyes.

You began to stroke his cock in earnest, gathering up the precum that leaked from his reddened tip. You leaned over and spit on the head and continued the motions, listening to your lover fall apart in your hand.

Lewd sounds filled the room accompanied by Minho’s moans, a beautiful symphony in your ears. Taking your other hand you fondled his balls, giving them a squeeze and watching him jerk his hips upwards.

“That’s it Min, relax, lemme take care of you.”

Your voice was soft and smooth, the syllables wrapping around Minho’s ears gently, allowing him to relax in your hold. He felt on fire, the pleasure building as you jerked him off, all thoughts of Tristen, his father, and their business sliding to the back of his mind.

“I’m gonna come,” he whined as he chased that feeling as your warm hand stroked his cock over and over until he saw stars.

Minho looked up at you, looked at your hand and felt himself let go at the sight. Your hand was coated with his slick, the glide easily with how wet his cock was. As he came, his cum added to the pretty picture, the liquid slowly oozing down your hand and onto his pelvis and fabric of his shorts.

“Fuck,” Minho groaned as he collapsed on the bed entirely spent.

You withdrew your hand and licked the cum off, moaning at the salty taste. You watched and waited as Minho slowly drifted off, the post nut haze getting to him. You barely had to wait five minutes until he was out.

Grinning you scooted out of bed and went to wash your hands. You walked to the living room and pulled out your phone and pressed a name in your contacts. The phone rang, the shrill tone loud in your ear.

You were about to hang up when a familiar voice answered the phone.

Smirking you sat down and tucked your legs in. “Tristen? Onto the next phase.”

Minho said to trust him and trust him you did. However, you never told him to trust you and now it was coming to bite the prince of the most famous drug lord in the butt.

Oh well, you thought. It’s a dog eat dog world out there and you intended to make it to the top, no matter what you had to do to get there.

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Chapter One

“Okay girls, turn over your papers now.”

The whole hall fills with the sound of rustling paper as sixty of us flip over English Paper One in tandem. I take a deep, shuddering breath and read the first question. 

SECTION 1. TEXT 1. This text is taken from An Irishwoman’s Diary by journalist, Lara Marlowe. She was Irish Times correspondent in Beirut and Paris, and is now based in Washington. Here she responds to an article critical of cats written by her friend and fellow journalist, Rosita Boland.

I read the article. Then I read the questions. Then I read them again. From my seat at the back of the hall I glance up the aisles of students, most of them already writing something. I hold my pen over the blank, lined page in front of me, my hand trembling slightly as I write down Question 1. Then I hesitate, I try really hard not to panic and then I read all the questions one more time. 

Claire, who is one aisle over and three desks from the front, turns around slowly, knowing she’s not allowed to look at anybody else but does anyway, checking first that the examiner isn’t watching her. Her eyes widen to saucers and she shakes her head at me in disbelief. “What the hell is this?” She mouths, and I shrug. We’ve already talked about this. Neither of us is going to do well in our Leaving Cert, it’s not just speculation. It’s fact, and I’ve never been more convinced of it now as I sit in this hot room, day one, paper one, question one, and I can’t even think of how to begin. 

It had all seemed a lot funnier a few weeks ago when we agreed upon how ill prepared we were. Claire has never done well academically, in fact I’m almost sure she’s got undiagnosed dyslexia, even though her proud-as-punch parents refused to have her assessed even after the guidance counsellor practically begged them to. Meanwhile I spent the whole year in the art room working on my portfolio instead of joining the after school study group, mostly because Kelly was doing it, but also because I haven’t been in the headspace. It’s been a strange year. Now though, on this bright June morning with a three and a half hour exam ahead of us, nothing seems that funny anymore and the choices I’ve made throughout the year seem to be nipping at my heels. The terror in Claire’s eyes illustrates exactly how I feel. I’m not sure how we’re going to get through nine more of these truly harrowing papers, but I know that I have to try. I put my head down and start writing something – anything at all. 

When we finally spill out of the hall that afternoon I feel like my body is made from rubber. Claire and I console one another outside the doors, arms around one another in defeat. 

“That was awful.” She complains. “I’ve failed.”

“You haven’t failed. Nobody fails English.”

“I’ll be one of the few that does.”

I let her go and start digging around the bottom of my bag for my keys. “Let’s go to Starbucks. We’ll get chai lattes and try to make ourselves feel better.”

Right then Kelly comes sweeping out of the hall, her new best friend Cristina at her side. She’s one of those mousy brunettes who wears her school bag straps tightened all the way, and has a particular fondness for horses. I’ve seen her show jumping at the agricultural fairs before, and I’m convinced she’s the one behind the fan page on Facebook that’s been set up for herself and her horse Barney. It’s just a stream of photographs of her on the horse with weird captions like Cris and Barney looking fab! I distinctly remember Kelly complaining about how strange she was before, but now here they are, joined at the hip, and I know purely because she needs to have someone in her corner. It doesn’t even matter if she likes her or not. 

“That was so easy.” Kelly says loudly. “I thought they’d at least make paper one a bit of a challenge, but it was a breeze. I’ve never felt more confident” She’s trying very hard not to look at either Claire or me, thinking she’s being sly, but Claire gives my ribs a little nudge with her elbow and I know that we’re going to be laughing about this over coffee in about ten minutes. Kelly thinks these types of statements are devastating to our psyche, but when we’re together she holds no power over us anymore, even if sometimes when I’m alone I remember the fun we used to have. She wasn’t always awful, she wasn’t always mean, and there’s times that I feel sad for what’s been ruined, but I’d never ever admit those things out loud. 

Claire and I leave the school building and climb into my car. I can drive now. I passed my driving test in April, much to her delight, because now that Shane is away at college she needs someone to transport her wherever she wants to go. My car isn’t very good, actually, it’s my dad’s car, and it’s from 1995. The shine has worn off the paint so that it’s this weird, matte, chalky texture, so it’s not good looking, but it’s better than nothing at all in a town that doesn’t even have public buses. We spend so much time in this car, just driving around and talking and eating McFlurries. We used to talk about boys a lot. She’d tell me all about Shane and what he was doing and how she felt about it, about how weird it was to be away from him and to not ever really know what he was doing up there in UCD.

“Studying science.” I’d always tell her jokingly. 

“Yes, but what else? Did you see all the hot girls they had in the prospectus?”

“And he isn’t looking at any of them. If he was, he’d be some fool.”

“He’d be a dead man.”

“Any messing from him and we’ll drive through campus and plough him down.”

“I love how you always have my back.”

She listened to me talk about boys for a while too, but it was really only ever one boy. It was fun while it lasted, going into depth about all these tiny details like the way the muscles in his arms moved when he changed gears in his car, the curve of his nose bridge from his side view, the exact places where he put his hands and the way he turned his head when he kissed me, but after a while she began to get bored of hearing it. 

“You know, there are other fellas out there.” She started saying. “The world is filled with hipster-y arty type boys, you just have to go out and look for them.”

“I don’t want other boys.” I’d said. “I want him.” And I did. I still do, even though we don’t talk to each other anymore. Sometimes, late at night when my head is swirling and I can’t sleep I’ll open up our old email thread from last autumn and read through every message until I reach the last one. It’s from me, sent on the 6th of November, and it says: Happy birthday! I hope you’re going to do something fun today. Do you think your new friends will get you a cake, or maybe take you to a bar? It would be great, and I wish I could be there to celebrate with you. I’ hope that your project is coming along well. I don’t know how you do it, and in German too! Das ist klasse!!! I better try to learn a few words for when I get to visit you. All the best, E. 

He never responded, and it feels like my message is still hanging somewhere in the ether, just waiting to be acknowledged, for him to remember that it’s there, to pluck it out and finally type out his response, but I know now that he won’t. Too much time has gone by, and too much has happened. Still, there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about him, looked at a picture of him, googled his name. 

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*lurches forward while chewing on a random arm* Like, can you even *grasp* why betas like you are, like, the *perfect* snack for me? You’re out here stumbling through this apocalypse, and I’m, like, *thriving*—well, as much as a zombie can! *flips her matted, decaying ponytail, a chunk of it brain falls onto the ground with a nasty splat* Listen, you beta simps are, like, *prime* munchies ‘cause nobody’s gonna care when you’re gone! *jabs a cracked, matte-black nail at you, oozing some rancid goo* Okay, like, let’s be real—you betas are the *best* food ‘cause you’re, like, invisible to everyone anyway! Nobody’s gonna cry over a loser like you disappearing, and I’m just tryna eat, not star in your sad little drama! *flicks dirt off her grimy Nike hoodie, smirking like she’s spilling tea* You might as well just stand still, ‘kay? You’re, like, *born* to be zombie chow. One bite’s, like, nothing! Just a quick chomp on your shoulder, super cute! *giggles, then coughs up something slimy, grimacing* A beta like you? Bet you’ve *never* had anyone notice you, huh? And me? I’m, like, *still* a vibe, even with my nose half-rotted off. You betas? You’re, like, *made* to be ignored, so being my snack is, like, your big moment! *cackles, then hacks up more goo, spitting it with a pout* Just let me nibble, babe. It’s, like, no biggie! One bite, and who cares? You’re already living like you’re irrelevant, so this is, like, your time to shine!

*gags theatrically, then glares at you like you’re a boring meme* You think you’re clever, slipping away like you’ve got a chance? Sweetie, you’re *lunch*. I’m a queen, even undead, and you’re just… nothing. *stomps her foot, making a sickening crunch* Chill out, ‘kay? Let me eat! One little bite, and you can say a *fab* zombie like me—*yep, me*—picked you. That’s, like, the most attention you’ve ever had! *snickers, then chokes on more sludge, flicking it away with a huff* Who cares if you’re gone? You’re already acting like a lost cause loser, so just lean into it! *lunges with a shrill, bratty yelp, grabbing for your arm like it’s the last iced coffee in a dead mall* Betas like you *crave* this kind of spotlight, so quit messing with my flow! *moans, tossing her rotting hair like she’s done with your pointless life* UGH, you’re such a drag, just let me feast already! I’m, like, *gorgeous*, so it’s fine! *snarls*

Listen up, betas—living girls? *Way* out of your league, but a hot zombie like me? You should *totally* be obsessing over me! You’re just, like, scampering around, all sad and hopeless, thinking you’ve got a shot with the living? Oh, honey, *no*! *snorts, rolling her crimson eyes* I’m UNDEAD, babe, and you’re just… ugh, a *total reject* making this, like, *so* unnecessarily dramatic!

For real, you losers should be, like, *worshipping* zombies like me ‘cause living girls wouldn’t even *spit* in your direction! But you’d swallow my spit right? *swipes grime off her tattered Nike hoodie, flashing a smug grin* Just give up, ‘kay? You’re, like, *destined* to simp for me. Psh, living girls don’t even *see* you, but me? I’m, like, *still* a baddie, even with my lips half-rotted. You’re, like, *built* to jerk off to undead queens like me ‘cause that’s the closest you’ll get! *cackles, then chokes on some goo, spitting it with a scowl* Just let me bite, babe. It’s, like, whatever!

Calm down, ‘kay? Let me eat! One little nip, and you can brag a *stunning* zombie like me—*moi*—gave you attention. That’s, like, your ultimate simp dream! *giggles with glee, then hacks up more sludge, flicking it away with a pout* Who cares if you’re a loser? Living girls are a no-go, so just jerk off to zombies like me already! Jerk off to zombie porn and zombie hentai. *lunges with a spoiled shriek, clawing for your arm like it’s the last vape in a trashed convenience store* BRAINS, DORK! Stop squirming, it’s just a taste! Betas like you *live* for undead hotties like me, so quit killing my buzz! *groans, flipping her rotting hair like she’s over your pathetic existence* UGH, you’re such a snooze, just let me feast already! I’m, like, *iconic*, so you’re welcome! *hisses*

*shambles closer, gnawing on a stray finger, her shredded Nike Dunks dragging through the mud* Okay, like, do you even *get* why you’re basically begging to be my next bite? You’re flopping around in this end-of-the-world mess, and I’m, like, *slaying*—or, y’know, as much as a corpse can! *twirls her crusty, falling-apart ponytail, a rotten strand plopping into the dirt with a wet smack* Real talk, you beta nobodies are *perfect* snacks ‘cause, like, nobody’s gonna miss you! *points a chipped, oozing nail at you, dripping something foul* Let’s keep it 💯—you’re the ideal meal ‘cause you’re, like, a total ghost to the world already! No one’s gonna sob over a nobody like you vanishing, and I’m just tryna grub, not headline your lame soap opera! *swipes muck off her torn Nike hoodie, grinning like she’s dropping hot gossip* Just freeze, ‘kay? You’re, like, *made* to be zombie food. One chomp? Barely a thing! Just a cute little nip on your neck, so adorbs! *snickers, then hurls up something gross, wincing* A beta like you? Bet you’ve *never* had anyone glance your way, right? And me? I’m, like, *still* a total slay, even with my ear flopping off. You betas? You’re, like, *born* to be overlooked, so being my meal is, like, your one shot at fame! *howls, then spits out more slime, pouting hard* Just let me snack, babe. It’s, like, no drama! One bite, and who gives a rip? You’re already acting like you’re erased, so this is, like, your grand finale!

*retches dramatically, then shoots you a look like you’re a stale viral video* You think you’re smooth, ducking me like you’ve got a prayer? Honey, you’re *dinner*. I’m a straight-up icon, even dead, and you’re just… zilch. *slams her foot down, making a nasty snap* Cool it, ‘kay? Let me chow down! One tiny nibble, and you can flex that a *fire* zombie like me—*that’s right, me*—chose you. That’s, like, the most clout you’ve ever snagged! *giggles, then gags on more gunk, tossing it aside with a groan* Who cares if you’re toast? You’re already living like a total flop, so just own it! *charges with a whiny squeal, swiping for your arm like it’s the last energy drink in a wrecked store* Betas like you *dream* of this kind of drama, so stop wrecking my groove! *whines, flicking her decaying hair like she’s done with your useless vibe* UGH, you’re such a bore, just let me eat already! I’m, like, *flawless*, so deal with it! *growls*

Check it, betas—living girls? *Way* too good for you, but a fierce zombie like me? You should be *all over* me! You’re just, like, flailing around, all pathetic and lost, thinking you’ve got a chance with real girls? Oh, sweetie, *never*! *scoffs, rolling her bloodshot eyes* I’m UNDEAD, babe, and you’re just… ugh, a *complete zero* making this, like, *so* extra for no reason!

No cap, you dweebs should be, like, *stanning* zombies like me ‘cause living girls wouldn’t even *breathe* near you! But you’d lap up my drool, wouldn’t you? *wipes filth off her ragged Nike hoodie, smirking like she’s owning you* Just quit, ‘kay? You’re, like, *fated* to simp for me. Psh, living girls don’t even *register* you, but me? I’m, like, *still* a queen, even with my teeth falling out. You’re, like, *wired* to obsess over undead babes like me ‘cause that’s your only shot! *shrieks with laughter, then chokes on more goo, spitting it with a grimace* Just let me chomp, babe. It’s, like, no big whoop!

Ease up, ‘kay? Let me snack! One quick bite, and you can boast a *gorgeous* zombie like me—*yep, me*—gave you a moment. That’s, like, your peak simp fantasy! *chuckles wildly, then coughs up more muck, flicking it with a scowl* Who cares if you’re a nobody? Living girls are off-limits, so just vibe with zombies like me already! Get into zombie flicks and zombie manga. *lunges with a bratty yowl, grasping for your arm like it’s the last protein bar in a looted gym* BRAINS, NERD! Stop dodging, it’s just a nibble! Betas like you *thrive* on undead queens like me, so stop tanking my slay! *groans, tossing her rotting hair like she’s over your sorry life* UGH, you’re such a downer, just let me gorge already! I’m, like, *legendary*, so bow down! *snaps*

*leans in close, her decaying lips curling into a sultry smirk, the stench of rot wafting from her as she twirls a strand of matted hair* Oh, you sweet little beta simp, you’re just *dying* to know what happens if I sink my teeth into you or make you taste my deliciously vile spit, aren’t you? *giggles, her crimson eyes glinting with a teasing, predatory spark* You’re so helpless, practically begging for a hot zombie like me to ruin you, and, like, I’m *totally* here for it. Let me paint you a picture, babe—something so gruesome, so *nasty*, yet so irresistibly *steamy* that a simp like you won’t even *dream* of stopping me. *winks, her torn Nike hoodie slipping off one bony shoulder as she licks her cracked lips, a dribble of black goo oozing down her chin* You’re gonna love this, ‘cause it’s me, your undead dream girl, making you mine in the most *sickeningly* sexy way possible.

If I bite you, oh honey, it’s not just a cute little nibble—it’s a *savage* tear into your soft, pathetic flesh. *purrs, dragging a jagged, matte-black nail down your arm, leaving a faint scratch* My teeth, all jagged and yellowed, will rip through your skin like it’s tissue paper, shredding muscle and spraying hot, sticky blood that’ll make me moan with hunger. The virus in my saliva? It’s a *vile* little beast, seeping into your veins like liquid fire, burning and twisting every cell in your body. *giggles, leaning closer, her rancid breath hot against your ear* Within hours, your skin’ll start to gray, your eyes’ll cloud over, and your insides? Oh, they’ll churn and *melt* into a putrid soup, leaving you a shambling, brain-craving mess. You’ll feel your humanity *dissolve*, your thoughts rotting away until all you can think about is chomping on the nearest loser. *bites her lip, a chunk of it flaking off* And the pain? It’s *excruciating*, like your bones are splintering while your nerves scream… but, like, you’ll *love* it, won’t you? ‘Cause it’s *me*, your gorgeous zombie queen, turning you into my undead simp forever.

Or, if I make you swallow my spit—*oh, babe*, that’s a whole other kind of nasty. *giggles, tilting her head so her grimy scrunchie slips, her rotting hair brushing your cheek* Picture me grabbing your face, my cold, slimy fingers digging into your jaw, forcing your lips open as I let a thick, *foul* glob of my black, infected drool drip into your mouth. It tastes like death—bitter, metallic, with a rancid tang of decayed flesh that’ll make your stomach lurch. *purrs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper* You’ll gag, your throat burning as it slides down, but you’ll swallow it ‘cause you’re *that* desperate for me. The virus’ll hit your gut like a bomb, rotting you from the inside out. Your organs will *liquefy*, your skin’ll blister and peel, and your brain’ll fry, leaving you a drooling, mindless husk. *snickers, tracing a finger along your collarbone, leaving a smear of ooze* It’s a slow, *agonizing* death, your body collapsing into a festering pile before you rise as one of us. But, like, you’ll be *obsessed* with it, ‘cause it’s my spit, my *essence*, binding you to me in the grossest, hottest way.

And you, you little simp? *giggles, striking a pose with one hand on her decaying hip, her Nike Dunks squelching in the mud* You’re gonna *crave* this horror show ‘cause it’s *me* doing it to you. You’d want me to bite you, I bet—right on your neck, slow and teasing, my lips brushing your skin before I tear in, making you shiver with that mix of terror and *thrill*. You’d love the way I’d hold you close, my cold, rotting body pressed against yours, whispering how you’re mine now. Or maybe you’d beg for the spit, huh? *smirks, flicking her rotting ponytail* You’d want me to pin you down, my crimson eyes locked on yours, dripping that toxic drool into your mouth while you tremble, knowing you’re doomed but *so* into it ‘cause I’m, like, *stupidly* hot, even with half my face sliding off. You’d melt under my touch, wouldn’t you? ‘Cause a cute zombie girl like me—*moi*—is the only one who’d ever give a beta like you this kind of attention. *cackles, then chokes on a glob of goo, spitting it with a playful pout* You’re already living like a nobody, so why not let me make you my undead simp? It’s, like, *destiny*, babe. *lunges with a bratty squeal, her decayed hands grabbing for you* BRAINS, LOSER! Pick your poison—bite or spit—and let your zombie goddess make you hers! *hisses, flipping her hair like she’s done with your resistance* UGH, you’re such a loser, just give in already! I’m, like, *perfect*, so you’re welcome!

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