#specs and underwear

[chlorinecake]

imagine you booked an oil massage from popular spa/salon or whatever it is. Jake was assigned to you not knowing he is the actual owner and he find you beautiful so he purposely gave you a thin clothes for the massage (bra and underwear thing). He purposely massage your boobs and core telling you it's part of the package you avail not until you felt something entering your pussy and jake pounding you.

Imagine Pervy Massage Therapist Jake…

Who owned a hybrid spa-salon in your city, using both his charm and skills to earn himself immeasurable popularity in the healthcare and cosmetic industry, especially amongst his female clientele…

Massage therapist Jake whose spa danced with calming aromas of lavender and citrus, setting the tone for appointments in his private massage stalls, coupled with his enticingly warm smile.

You had no idea that your assigned massage therapist for the day would be the spa owner himself, his flashy attire being a dead giveaway to his status as an entrepreneur.

When he first welcomed you into the massage room, you quickly caught on to the way his eyes widened behind his specs at the sight of your face, his hand reaching out to shake yours in an almost romantic manner…

Massage therapist Jake who kept the massage room door cracked open as you undressed, his hooded eyes watching intently as you slipped into the bra and panty set he left on the table for you, it’s sheer fabric barely even covering your nipples and other feminine curves or creases.

Massage therapist Jake who despite his essence of caliber, let his roaring sexual impulses take over his mind, knowing much better than to behave so indecently towards a client, but still provided just enough room for the perv inside him to play.

Massage therapist Jake who caught on to your initially nervous demeanor, encouraging you to let him take the lead and speak up if anything became uncomfortable…

Massage therapist Jake who took a shot at making small talk with you as his hands bulged with veins the more he worked into your flesh, the confinement of his pants making his member pulse with need every time you let out a contented sigh from the pressure he applied.

“Ever been touched like this before?”

“N-no… but it feels really nice…”

“Good… I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable now…”

Massage therapist Jake who reached for the specialized bottle of body oil and drizzled it in pretty shapes along the expanse of your back.

Massage therapist Jake whose hands were strong and skilled as they kneading out the knots in your back, shoulders, and lower spine, the tension is your muscles melting away as with the thin layers he eventually took off of you.

Massage therapist Jake who asked you to turn over on your back now, his eager hands immediately exploring your thighs in smooth strokes and even treading a little higher.

Massage therapist Jake whose touch slid past your hips and waist before finally reaching your breasts, the pads of his thumbs occasionally grazing over your hardening buds as he massaged your tits as if they were personal stress-relief toys for him…

“W-what’re you doing?” You asked through half-lidded eyes, chest heaving slightly as he continued to grope you.

“You booked a full body massage, miss… I can assure you this is all apart of the package we offer here at my spa… trust that you’ll be glad you came here by time our session finishes…”

Massage therapist Jake who continued to massage you in places that no other massage therapist had ever touched before, a certain feeling of arousal over coming you as Jake soon started to take off a few of his own layers.

Massage therapist Jake who would ask “Is this okay?” while already having his thick fingers glide over your oiled up folds, the back of his knuckles bumping against your sensitive clit while his other finger prodded at your entrance. You couldn’t believe all of this was actually happening, but you knew you enjoyed it anyway.

Massage therapist Jake whose fingers felt like heaven inside you, curling up against your g-spot to massage you from the inside out as his free hand stroked your thighs to ease their pleasures trembling. Just as you were about to call out Jake’s name. he snatched his fingers from your heat, telling you to turn back over on your back because he just remembered he had missed a spot.

Massage therapist Jake who made you suck his fingers clean before jamming them down your throat, telling you to relax for him every time you gagged around his digits.

Massage therapist Jake who loved the way you held onto his wrist, tilting your head back as an attempt to escape his fingers but only for him to push his hand in even further…

“Want me to stop now, pretty?” He taunted, pouting at your face as your eyes started to tear up.

You desperately nodded around his fingers, muttering something along the lines of “it’s too much” before he pulled out, smearing your spit down your chin just as his bent down to lick up the spillage with his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he groaned while pulling away from the kiss, retreating back to his original position behind you as you panted from all the action.

Massage therapist Jake whose eyes ogled at the sight of your now glistening ass, slipping his pants down to oil up the tip of his cock before sliding himself in, the ridges within your walls tensing at the sudden feeling of him stretching you out.

Massage therapist Jake who held your hips in place as he pounded into your pussy, the sound of your juices being loud and clear given how wet you were from his prior ministrations.

Massage therapist Jake who let little curses slip from under his breath as he fucked into your tightness, smacking your ass as a sign to get on all fours for him so he could touch you more.

“Am I making you feel good, sweetheart?” He huffed in a deep, breathless tone, your tits bouncing against your chest with each thrust as his slick fingers went to gripping your ass hard enough to pull your cheeks open, “would you like a little more pressure this time?”

“Ngh… y-yes, please go harder,” you whimpered loudly, face scrunching up as he forced you completely down again, rutting against you like a dog in heat while pinning your hands above your head.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you watch you want,” he teased, just his hips finally bottomed out this time once he slammed into your core, the massage table shaking from all the force.

Massage therapist Jake whose fingers went to grip at your neck, making a jolt of energy pulse through your limbs as he whispered in your ear, a bit of its flesh hanging in his teeth “play with your pussy as I fuck you, angel…”

And you did just that, slipping your hand down to toy with your sopping wet clit as Jake continued to dick you down, drizzling a bit more oil over you as he propped your hips up to a better angle.

Massage therapist Jake who had never made any of his clients feel so alive like the way he made you feel today, each thrust of his cock sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body as you climaxed around him.

Massage therapist Jake who helped you calm down with some gentle thigh massaging before getting you dressed, handing you a costumer review card to write down your level of satisfaction from the experience.

Massage therapist Jake who walked you out of the spa-salon building and to your car, letting you know to come back as often as you needed for more exclusive sessions with him in the massage room…

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr + the link to my masterlist ~

[firewasabeast]

I just love that our little thoughts and ideas of what would happen this season on 911 were all so much better than what actually happened. I mean, our spec for the first half was all like:

bobby and athena deal with the aftermath of losing their home

maybe bobby contemplates becoming chief, or athena thinks seriously about retirement and what that would mean.

buck finally moves out of the loft and has an adult relationship where they work through their problems instead of running from them or making irrational decisions.

eddie works on his issues, making christopher his top priority.

hen and karen struggle with mara not being in their home, causing tension between them and maddie and chimney.

ortiz's grief is properly addressed and discussed and she is finally faced with the truth about her son.

gerrard is his usual homophobic, sexist, racist self. he causes tension within the 118, and possibly with tommy.

chimney and maddie contemplate adoption, or think about becoming pregnant again after properly discussing her ppd.

and then you have whatever the fuck was happening in the actual writers room, like:

buck baby boy/peter pan/never grow up

eddie dance in underwear. all healed. Texas whee!

who are bobby and athena?

maddie exit call center? only for pregnant! which is surprise of course!

what's a chimney?

hen and karen only gays allowed and always kid problems!

fuck tommy

gerrard silly old man!

Make sure main focus is on BRAD. everything should be BRAD. we must worship BRAD. Six episodes for BRAD. BRAD is our hero. BRAD is love. BRAD is life. Everyone is going to be fucking obsessed with BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!

[will-0-w]

soaked

summary - it was an annual spring clean at your house and caleb had always volunteered to help clean, this year being no different. the routine always was that he took upstairs while you took downstairs, amidst cleaning the bathroom, the clothing basket caught his eye but more specifically your pretty pair of panties..

warnings - mdni, panty stealing, male masturbation, slightly perv caleb, nothing major, non-mc reader, word count: 0.4k

caleb who, always helps you with the annual spring clean at your house without hesitation or complaints because he gets to see and spend more time with you

he’s busy cleaning in the upstairs bathroom, making sure everything is squeaky clean, not a spec of dust in view until something in the corner catches his eye

your dirty clothing hamper with the lid open and a pair of cute pink underwear sticking out like a sore thumb

he knows he shouldn’t pay any mind to it, he’s really trying but at the end of the day he’s only a man and all sorts of thoughts fill his mind

he knows it’s wrong, scolds himself mentally even as he continues to clean, slowly inching closer to the hamper

all thoughts go down the drain as he slowly picks up the pretty pink fabric, bringing it closer to his nose, taking a deep inhale and almost moaning audibly

almost instantly all the blood rushes from his head down to his cock, straining against his sweats and without thinking any further Caleb pushes his sweatpants along with his boxer briefs down enough to free his aching member

tip red and angry, small globules of pre cum oozing out of the slit. one strong, veiny arm lifts the hem of his shirt to his teeth as he bites down on it

with your panties pressed to his nose, eyes shut in pleasure caleb slowly wraps his calloused fingers around his length giving it a few slow pumps before setting a good, fast pace

“fuuuck, pipsqueak..”

caleb furiously jerks his cock to the thoughts of how you’d feel squeezing around him, how your pussy would milk him dry for all he’s worth, how your plush lips would feel wrapped around his cock, taking him all the way until tears would prick your eyes

bringing your panties away from his face, he wraps it around his length and almost looses it. abs glistening with a small sheen of sweat, clenching and convulsing as he releases his spend all over the fabric of the panties, some staining his hand

caleb takes a couple seconds to come down from his high, occasionally stroking his cock to prolong the feeling before tucking himself back into his boxers and trying to look presentable as if he wasn’t just stoking himself to lewd thoughts of you

he tucked your soiled panties into his pocket as a keep sake for later and got back to cleaning.

[sluttywonwoo]

later || j.ww

18+ mdni

“baby?”

“hm?”

“are you horny again?”

there’s an edge of amusement in wonwoo’s voice. one that makes you shrink into yourself.

“what do you mean?” you ask. your voice is just above a whisper.

“you’re grinding on my thigh.”

you freeze, eyes wide as your boyfriend laughs at your reaction.

he’d been right in guessing you were turned on except it wasn’t a guess at all because you were literally riding his thigh without even noticing.

“i didn’t realize…” you mumble. “i’m sorry.”

he runs his hands up your arms and squeezes them affectionately.

“it’s okay. but we just fucked, baby. took a shower after and everything. we’re all clean now. was earlier not enough?”

“it was enough!” you insist. you never want your boyfriend to feel like he isn’t satisfying you. “i promise.”

“then what’s this?” he nods down at your lap.

you whine and squeeze your thighs tighter around his, unwilling to stop lazily grinding down on him. it felt too good.

“it’s… um. it’s different.”

“different how?”

“it’s later!”

“only by like thirty minutes.”

“so? that’s still later,” you argue.

“i guess that’s true,” he muses, stroking your cheek.

the sweet gesture turns sinister when wonwoo pushes his thumb into your mouth, making you whimper as you’re forced to suck on it.

“wanna take your pants off, baby?”

your answer is muffled because of his finger still in your mouth but you give an eager “yeth!” and scramble off his lap to do exactly that. wonwoo stops you after you shimmy out of your sweatpants, just before you can do the same to your underwear.

“let me see,” he instructs, tapping the back of your thigh to get your attention. you turn around shyly, flinching when he runs the thumb that was in your mouth over the front of your panties. “cute. already so wet again that you soaked through these. we’re going to have to do another load of laundry.”

“stop,” you whine.

wonwoo peers up at you through the lenses of his specs, clearly fighting another smirk. “stop? i thought you wanted to go again, baby.”

“you know that’s not what i meant!” you huff.

“no? then what did you mean?”

“to stop being mean.”

he points at himself questioningly and raises his eyebrows. “i’m being mean?”

you pout, annoyed that you have to spell it out for him even though he’s acting dumb on purpose. “yes, you know what you’re doing.”

he lets the mask fall, this time letting the smirk take over his face as he looks you up and down. “sorry, baby.”

it’s not exactly an admission of guilt but you’ll take it.

“let me make it up to you.” he motions for you to straddle his thigh again so you do. “good girl. fuck, i can feel the heat of you through my pants. think you can make yourself cum like this?”

you nod, already starting to rock back and forth.

“i’ll fuck you again after you do, okay? just gotta be good for me and keep riding my thigh.”

“fuck, wonwoo…”

“gonna make a mess on me, aren’t you?”

“i c-can’t help it,” you cry.

“i know,” wonwoo coos, leaning forward to kiss your neck. “i’m counting on it.”

[artiezweig]

helping patrick relax <3

super soft patrick x reader fluff and smut

(reader is referred to as a girl but i’m happy to upload a gn version too if anyone wants)

patrick’s insatiable confidence has always been a front. for his whole life, patrick has worked hard to divert the attention of others from what he really wants. what he really needs. he’s always needed love, support, affection- he just never knew how to ask for it. patrick has a deep seated fear of being vulnerable and of experiencing rejection. it’s easier to be the rejector.

vulnerability is a work in progress for both you and patrick. you both have a tendency to keep a guard up to protect yourselves, but you’re working on tearing down those walls- in and out of the bedroom. patrick is a switch through and through. he loves having you against the wall, showering you with praises while he fucks into you rough. now though, he can admit the way it makes him feel fuzzy inside when you take care of him sometimes, when he completely lets go of control.

today, patrick gets home after a long day of coaching.

you lead him to the bathroom and he giggles when he sees the site in front of him. the water is a purplish pink from the soothing bath salts you put in. the room smells like lavender from the essential oil you included. the lights are off and you lit candles to set the ambiance. you even put flower petals in the tub.

“do you want me to stay here and keep you company or do you wanna have some time to relax on your own?” you ask.

“stay with me,” patrick says with piercing eye contact.

you pull patrick’s shirt over his head. you’re now eye level with his bare chest. you’re met with specs of freckles and dark hair. he’s smiling down at you. he’s so strong, so beautiful. you pull off his shorts and underwear. you’ll never get over his muscular thighs.

the bathtub is pretty big but it’s no match for patrick’s size. patrick clearly feels silly getting into the tub, but he does it anyway. he tells himself it’s purely to please you. he has his knees bent to be able to fit his entire figure inside the bathtub.

you sit behind him and start massaging his shoulders and upper back.

“you’re so tense, baby. close your eyes, let me help you relax. “

you leave kisses on the back of patrick’s head. when you nip at his ears, patrick puts his head back. you put your hands on his chest and rub rhythmically. your hand dips into the water and rubs his firm belly. you see his cock start to stir.

“you like playing with me don’t you,” patrick grins, “you’ve got a soft spot for me”

“don’t make me leave you high and dry,”

you keep touching patrick and eventually, you’re reaching down for his throbbing cock. giving patrick a handjob is different with most of him under the water.

patrick closes his eyes and leans his head back as you touch all his sensitive spots. you massage his balls and the spot right below his tip.

patrick cums hard. with a hand on his tummy, you feel the tension in his body release.

after the aftershocks stop, the two of you start to laugh like teenagers, disgusted by his cum mixing with the bath water. you drain the bath and run the shower. you strip and get with him.

“god… my girl. you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, clearly still kinda loopy from the combination of the aroma and the power of his orgasm. he has a way of making you blush.

“let me return the favor,” he pleads.

“you’ll get me back later. right now, we’re focused on you,” you respond.

you kiss his chest as the water hits your bodies. he plays with your hair and nuzzles you close to him.

when you both get out and dry off, you make patrick put on the matching pajamas you bought for the two of you. you cuddle under the covers and watch cartoons.

patrick’s not accustomed to this domesticity, but he’s starting to think he could get used to it.

[roosterforme]

Adult Education Part 10 | Hangman x OC

Summary: The rest of the weekend at Jake's place felt like a dream, but Jessica's fraternity fundraiser was quickly approaching. She crashes back to reality on Monday when she has to face Brian again. But just maybe she finally has the right people on her side. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing, 18+

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica took a few minutes to get cleaned up in Jake's bathroom. She felt flushed and warm, and when she looked in the mirror, her cheeks were bright pink. Even after taking off her glasses and splashing some water on her face, she looked flustered. 

She sat on the closed toilet lid for a moment. She was completely naked, and she could hear Jake in the kitchen, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do. "Oh god," she moaned, running her fingers through her messy hair. Was she supposed to change back into her clothes from earlier? Or dress in her nightie even though it was only mid afternoon? What had Jake changed into after she ducked in here?

After a few deep breaths, she opened the door and walked out into the living room and peeked into the kitchen where Jake was arranging things on the counter. She took in his broad shoulders and the fact that he was only wearing his underwear. "Can I borrow a shirt?" she asked, and he spun to face her with a huge smile. 

Maybe she should have been a little self conscious with the way he was looking at her. This was honestly the first time she's been exclusive with a guy before sleeping with him, and now she felt a little foolish for walking around his condo completely nude. "Of course," he replied softly. "Don't want you getting cold. Plus maybe you'll let me take it off of you later."

Okay. So he still thought she was desirable after they had sex and when her hair and makeup were a mess. "There's a good possibility," she whispered, thinking about his body above and beneath hers. 

Jake kissed her cheek and took her by the hand, leading her back into his bedroom. "Help yourself to whatever you want," he told her, opening a few of his dresser drawers. "Undershirts. Shorts. Longhorns shirts."

She laughed as he squeezed her hand. "You have a whole drawer full of Longhorns shirts? Seems kind of crazy you didn't even want to watch the game earlier." She reached into the drawer and pulled out an orange tee shirt as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, well... you were on my lap. Rubbing on my dick. What the hell else was I supposed to be focused on?" He looked a little flushed too as she pulled the shirt over her head and then adjusted her glasses. 

"Nothing else," she said softly. "Just me."

With his hand wrapped around her waist and his lips close to her ear, Jake showed her everything in the remaining drawers and his closet. "You can wear anything you want, whenever you want. And you don't have to ask me again. You just go ahead and take it."

"Okay," she replied, looking up at him. She noticed all of his expertly pressed uniforms hanging up, and she was a little curious how the blue and white ones would look on him. She was about to mention them when he pulled her a little closer. And then he kissed her, and it was soft and sweet as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt good when she was with him, like she could take a break from worrying about Brian and tenure and failing students. Like Jake was someone who wasn't going to make her life harder.

"Wanna check out that Super Hornet spec sheet with me?" he asked, and she knew she must look ridiculously excited. 

"Yes," she sighed. And if she thought that was all he had in store, she was very wrong. A minute later she was perched on one of the stools at the kitchen island, and she grinned as Jake slid a single sheet of paper across the granite. It was upside down, and he kept his palm on top of it as she tried to turn it over.

"Not so fast," he drawled. "This is top secret, highly sensitive information I'm about to show you. Do you promise you won't turn me in and get me court-martialed?"

"Jake," she whispered as she looked at his pretty green eyes. "I'm a little turned on just thinking about the math. Please. I won't tell a soul."

"Fuck," he groaned, flipping the paper over for her. "I can't say no to you when you tell me that."

She gasped as she looked at the schematics of his aircraft along with some information she never dreamed she would get access to. There were a few redacted bits of information, but it was still exciting. "Oh my god," she moaned as Jake held out a sharpened pencil and a graphing calculator for her. "Where did you get this?" she asked, completely stunned as she opened the calculator that cost several hundred dollars. It was exactly like the one she kept in her desk drawer in her office.

"Bradshaw's wife told me which one to buy," he muttered, but she cut off his words as she pulled him closer with her hands around his waist. She felt the desire to take him back to his bed now that both of them seemed to have got past the jitters from earlier. But as she kissed him, she realized he made it a point to bring home exactly what she wanted, and he even bought her favorite kind of calculator. More sex could wait until after this foreplay.

"You're so sweet," she said against his lips as she spread her legs wide, letting him stand between them. 

He was drawing little circles on her bare thighs with both hands as he smiled against her lips before pulling back a few inches. He kept one hand on her leg and tapped the page with his index finger. "You're gonna need the new velocity values right here and right here," he said, moving his finger down the page to the redacted parts. "Lucky for you, I'm a little quicker than the Admirals. I memorized them from the projected lecture notes."

She liked it when he sounded a little cocky and smirked as if he was too good to be true. Maybe he was. As he continued to rub along the top of her thigh, Jessica asked, "Will you tell me? So I can work out the math?"

He licked his lips. Why was she so turned on? He kissed her, and she wanted him to take her on the kitchen island. "Yeah, I'll tell you, Smart Girl," he promised, his voice sounding a little harsh as he whispered two different numbers to her. 

Jessica scribbled them down and whimpered softly. When she opened the calculator and started to solve some elaborate formulas, Jake stood behind her and watched with his chin resting on her shoulder. She filled the margins with her calculations, and the occasional brush of his lips on her neck left her needing to recheck her math. 

After working at it a bit, she was close to solving for the maximum speed of the aircraft versus the speed of sound. And Jake's kisses were growing more persistent along the collar of the Longhorns shirt. "Oh," she sighed softly. 

"You almost done, Reedy?" he whispered. "As much fun as this is to watch, I'd like to get my hands on you again."

Her eyes fluttered closed before she could enter her final calculation and solve everything. "Are you turned on right now?" she asked him.

Jake grunted, his hands soft on her shoulders as his lips found the shell of her ear. "Been a little turned on since I first saw you in a pair of high heels being smarter than everyone else in a lecture hall full of physicists."

All she could feel was the clench of desire when his lips barely moved along her skin. Her limbs felt too heavy, and everything was moving in slow motion as her brain finally figured out what to type into the calculator. "Mach 2.0587," she moaned. "That's how fast you'll safely be able to go with the new interface updates."

Jake spun the stool around, and she had to brace her hands on his abs while he devoured her mouth. She wasn't nervous now, and he wasn't hesitating this time as she slid off the stool, her body rubbing along his erection. In an instant she had her hands inside his briefs, still amazed by how thick he was, and her lips brushed his chest hair. 

The sound she made left her blushing as she tugged down his underwear. Jake stepped out of them and got his hands underneath the Longhorns shirt and on her butt. She had to grip his shoulders as he easily lifted her up. "On the couch?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she agreed with a needy moan as her clit pressed snug against his cock.

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With Jessica's knees planted on the couch cushion and her hands on the arm, Jake could fully appreciate the freedom afforded by skipping a condom. He was kissing along her ass and lower back, his Longhorns shirt pushed up nearly to her shoulders. "Please," she whined, leaning further over the couch arm and wiggling her rear end enticingly. 

He bit her gently, and she squeaked for him before turning her head and gasping. He'd been thinking about a horny couch quickie for a week, and now he was about to get it. Well, maybe not too quick. 

"Jake," she whined when he ran his fingers through her slick and then coated up his cock.

His hand was wet and sticky as he placed it on her lower back and slid himself slowly inside her tight, little pussy. "Wouldn't have taken you for the impatient type," he muttered as her back arched beautifully for him. He went slow, watching the way she gripped his length and listening for her gasp of breath when he bottomed out. "Shit." He pushed a little harder and then stayed put, brushing his fingers along her ass. She took him so well, her hands scrambling on the couch upholstery for purchase as he asked, "Ready?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice already sounding broken as he leaned over top of her and braced his hands next to hers. 

With a soft kiss to her cheek, he murmured, "Okay, Baby," and then he withdrew a few inches and thrust hard. The snap of his hips had her arching her back again, the back of her head pressed to his shoulder. He rocked into her a few more times just like that, pleased when she got louder. 

He fucked her hard, gasping and moaning her name, and she didn't back down at all. Her body met his each time. At first, he thought this was something he needed to get out of his system, but her body was made for this. Made to be bent over the couch or her desk or his truck tailgate. Taking him hard. He could imagine it everywhere, always feeling this good as he fucked her with his lips on her ear. 

"A little harder?" he managed to ask when his balls started to grow tight. He knew he could make it sweet later, but she was responding beautifully to this. 

"Yeah," she grunted, and he caught her swaying breasts in both hands. The feel of them in his palms, bouncing in time with his quick thrusts left him with a smile on his face as Jessica came for him. Her face was buried in her folded arms, and her pussy was clenching. 

"Holy shit." he pushed himself deep and let her milk him until he was shaking and grabbing her tits a little harder. She whimpered, still fluttering around him as she lifted her head and looked at him. Her glasses were crooked, she looked shocked, and he was about to be rewarded with another pretty creampie to look at. He could get used to Saturdays like this.

He withdrew, his cock still hard as she panted to catch her breath, and he watched his cum ooze and drip, catching it with his hand. "Jessica," he whispered, bringing his palm up to meet her pussy and rubbing gently. She bucked and made a sound. "So pretty." 

He could tell that her body was still a little sensitive as she curled up on his lap with her cheek on his shoulder. He rubbed his sticky hand along her thigh as she played with his chest hair. When she kissed his neck, he whispered, "I hope I wasn't too rough."

"No. Not at all. It felt good."

He let his head tip back. "Been thinking about that for a week, and my imagination must fucking suck. Or you're just that good for me."

She laughed softly. "I'm probably just very good."

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Jessica had never had bruschetta chicken before. When Jake pulled it out of the oven, she tried to eat it right away, but he told her to wait while he grated cheese on the top. He'd been catering to her all afternoon and evening though, so they ended up eating it right out of the casserole dish while standing at the counter after she said she was hungry. 

"It's so good," she moaned between mouthfuls. 

"I'll send the rest home with you tomorrow. You can take it for lunch on Monday."

The weekend wasn't even over yet, but it was getting a little late as she ate another bite of dinner. She wanted to know if their routine would keep going. "Are you planning on stopping by my office hours this week?"

Jake tipped her chin up and kissed her lips softly. "How else am I gonna get new journals to read and visit my girlfriend at the same time? Or are you going to be too busy skateboarding?"

She kissed him back. "Luca wants me to go surfing next."

"Luca wants to see you in a bathing suit," he replied with a grin. 

"No! I'm his favorite teacher!" she protested with a laugh. 

"Yeah. I'm sure you're his favorite teacher for a whole variety of reasons, Baby." He ran his hands up and down her body as she ate another bite of dinner. "You're a good teacher and you're fucking hot as sin."

Jake was trying to playfully lure her away from the casserole dish, but she kept slipping out of his grasp to take another bite. "As soon as I learned you could cook, you were golden," she murmured as she took one more bite before he carried her to the bedroom over his shoulder. "I haven't had a boyfriend in so long, because what's the point if you're not getting fed after getting fucked?"

"That's a valid question," he said, taking her into his bathroom. He turned on the shower and walked around collecting fresh towels with her draped casually over his bicep. "But I will say, there's an excellent chance that I'll cook you anything you want for breakfast tomorrow. Even if we don't fuck again. You could probably even get a midnight snack out of me."

He set her down gently and patted her butt before she handed him her glasses and stepped under the warm shower spray with a little shiver. "You want me to get something out for you to wear to bed?" he asked, but she shook her head and reached for him. 

Jessica pulled him in the shower with her as she said, "No, I want you in here." With soapy hands, they explored each other's bodies, and it didn't feel overly sexual. Sure, Jake's hands were everywhere, and his cock was halfway at attention, but his hands weren't rough like when they had sex on the couch. And he wasn't pushing for more. She just made out with him and then let him wash her hair. 

"Feel good?" he asked, massaging his strong fingers along her scalp as she melted back against him. 

"Yeah," she whispered in the softest voice, afraid to break the spell they were under where he kept kissing her and calling her his Smart Girl. Once they were finally out of the shower, only because it was starting to turn cold, Jake wrapped her up in a towel. 

"Sure you don't want something to sleep in, Jess? It's a little chilly in here."

"I brought pajamas," she murmured, kneeling to dig in her overnight bag. "Pick a color: blue or pink." When he didn't answer right away, she turned to look up at him as she wrapped her towel around herself a little tighter. "Do you have a preference?" 

He looked like he was in a daze as he watched her fingers glide along the two lace and silk options in her bag. "Blue," he whispered, and she stood with the royal blue nightie in her hands. Jake watched her every movement as she towel dried her hair and then slipped into her pajamas for the night. "Can I see the pink, too?" he asked, his voice strained. 

"Maybe next time," she replied with a smile. 

"Did you pack those just for me?"

She threw her towel at him and climbed into bed. "I always wear things like this to sleep."

"You do?" His cheeks looked pink as he tossed his towel and hers into the hamper. Then he was in bed with her, pinning her wrists above her head in one big hand. "And they all look like this? With little bows and lace all over?"

"Yeah," she whispered, turning her head to the side when he nudged her cheek with his nose. 

"I thought you just bought that little green set to hide under your work clothes and tease me with." He kissed her ear as she sighed. 

"Well, I kind of did, but I collect lingerie," she replied, and instantly Jake was flat on his back next to her with his hands over his eyes. "What?" she asked, sitting up as she laughed. "Is that weird?"

"Weird?" he croaked. "No, weird isn't the right word for it." He rubbed his eyes and groaned before peeking through his fingers. "I won't survive this."

She looked down at the soft blue lace and then looked back at him. "Why not?"

Jake tugged on her arm until she was laying on top of him. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and over her butt. "Because it's like wrapping paper, Baby. It's like the gift I've always wanted to receive is all wrapped up in the prettiest paper and then given to me to unwrap and enjoy."

She looked down at him with one raised eyebrow and softly parted lips. Nobody had ever described her like that before, not in such a beautiful way. Her closet was filled with lace, satin, silk, leather and chiffon, but she hadn't really shown it off before. Not like she wanted to right now. She wanted to let Jake dress her up how he liked, and then she wanted to take absolute control over him. He ran his fingers through her damp hair and looked up at her, his pupils blown wide, and she sat back on his cock to find him hard.

"Again?" she asked softly. 

When he nodded, she positioned herself to take him while he started to unwrap his present.

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Monday morning came too early, and when it did, Jessica woke up alone in her bed and sighed. Jake dropped her off late last night. Like very late. And after spending the night in his warm bed with him on Saturday, last night had been a restless sleep. She wanted to invite him in to play dress up in her closet, but she knew they both needed some sleep for the work week. So he only came inside long enough for a tour of her apartment and a hot little makeout before he filled her refrigerator with individual containers of leftovers. And then she sent him home with the containers from last week's food that she'd washed and set aside for him. 

But she knew she wouldn't see him again until Tuesday, so she phoned in her hair and make up on Monday morning. What was the point? She was already dreading her agenda for the day. There was a faculty meeting run by Brian and then another damn meeting about alumni weekend which was just a few days away. And then she had to finalize everything for the fundraiser by making five phone calls.

Once she dropped her things in her office, she made her way to the faculty meeting with one minute to spare. She could tell that Brian desperately wanted to call her out for being late, but when Dr. Leeland came hustling in right behind her, out of breath and sweating, Brian turned away from her. 

"Morning, Benson," she said to Dr. Leeland in a pleasant voice as she held the door open for him. 

"Jessica," he grunted with a half smile as he headed for a seat in the front. Jessica slipped into the back row and sipped her coffee while forcing herself to focus on Brian's words instead of daydreaming about Jake. She couldn't afford to draw too much attention to herself since she had the second meeting about alumni weekend with Brian right after this one. 

She just sat very still, and whenever his eyes landed on hers, she braced herself for him to make a comment about skateboarding with Luca and professionalism in the workplace. But it never came. She let out a sigh of relief as the meeting ended and everyone else filed out. She remained in her seat, waiting for everyone else from the science department who was involved in alumni weekend to filter in.

Brian was pretending to ignore her as she flipped through the red notebook of lecture notes she brought with her. He was standing at the podium silently when the door opened up and one of his teaching assistants rushed in. Jessica recognized her from the classrooms and the occasional meeting, and right now she was calling out Brian's name and running right to his arms. 

"Not right now," Jessica heard Brian say, his piercing eyes landing on her as he pushed his TA away from him. 

"But my lab is about to start, and I'm not going to see you later," the younger woman whined playfully as Brian tried to back away from her. Jessica felt sick as she loudly cleared her throat. Then she had two sets of eyes focused on her and her red notebook. The other woman looked a little frantic, but Jessica kept her expression completely neutral. There were already enough rumors circulating about her, and she certainly didn't want to propagate any more by stirring Brian up. 

"We can discuss your lab schedule later, Miss Turner." Brian's voice was filled with so much finality, the other woman left the room without another word. 

Jessica literally had to bite her tongue as she looked at him, and just when Brian opened his mouth to say something, Dr. Jenkins from the biology department walked in wearing one of his hideous sweater vests, and she couldn't have been happier to see him. 

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On Tuesday, Jessica took a deep breath as she held her lunch container filled with bruschetta chicken in one hand and her fork and water bottle in the other. She thought it was okay to just stop by, but maybe she should have texted first? She knocked on the door before she could change her mind. Then she heard clamoring inside followed by more than once voice, and it sounded like someone was dragging furniture across the floor. 

When the door opened a few inches, and she saw her friend's startled eyes, Jessica said, "If you're busy, I can come back."

"Oh. It's you," Advanced Calculus sighed deeply with a look of instant relief on her face. Then she opened the door wider and glanced behind her, and Jessica's gaze shifted to the interior of her office where Bradley was quickly tucking his uniform shirt into his uniform pants. His cheeks were flushed, but he had a grin on his face. 

"Hey, Jessica," he murmured, grabbing his keys and phone from the desk. "I was just leaving," he added before bending to give his wife a filthy kiss. "I'll pick you up after your last lecture, Sugar."

"Bye," she replied softly, gently pushing her husband through the door as he nodded at Jessica. 

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea I was interrupting-"

"You weren't," the other woman said as she tried to hide her smile. "He just had his lunch hour free today and.... wanted to visit."

Jessica still stood frozen, unsure what she should do. She gestured behind her and said, "I could just go back to my office."

Her friend scoffed. "We're done now, so you might as well just come in."

"Okay," Jessica replied with a smile of her own. "I just didn't know I was going to be interrupting a quickie. I'll text you next time."

Instead of responding, Advanced Calculus just sat down with a coy smile and asked, "What did Jake make you for lunch today?"

Jessica held up the container that she just heated up in her office. "It's the bruschetta chicken from Saturday night."

She laughed and held up a container of her own. "Bradley made the same thing. Should we compare recipes?"

"Oh! Absolutely," Jessica agreed right away. A few bites in, and both of them were looking from container to container, unsure which one was the winner. "I like both of them."

"Me too," she replied, taking another bite of Jake's. "Does he use panko breadcrumbs?"

"I think so. Does Bradley use oregano and rosemary?"

"Probably. I can't really tell them apart." 

They both erupted into laughter. 

"So are you ready for your fundraiser on Saturday night?"

Jessica finished the last bite of lunch and sighed. "Almost. I'm going to the fraternity house to meet with the boys tomorrow night. They rented the tuxedos. The culinary students are making the food. Bradley's bringing the kegs. Dev emailed me and said he'd donate things for the silent auction. I'm just nervous."

"You shouldn't be," she replied. "It'll be perfect. You spent a lot of time on this."

Jessica shook her head. "I just feel like my future at this school depends on it. Like if I fuck this up, I'll never get tenure."

And then Jessica felt a bit like she was under a microscope. "And Brian Conley is in charge of your tenure?"

"Yes," she replied softly as she looked up at the other woman's gaze.

But she was only met with kindness in the form of sympathetic eyes and a soft smile. "So what's the deal with you and him anyway?"

Jessica knew there had been rumors circulating for months, but maybe now she finally had people in her life who would believe her when she told them what happened. "How much time do you have?"

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She's confiding in Sugar! And both girls had the quickie of their dreams with their dream guys. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[hywonuka]

already pulling me in | jww

every step that i take is another mistake to you, chapter 3

Sypnosis: With the sudden appearance of Chan, Wonwoo has realized something: is time for man up and actually talk to you. And, with a bit of hope, even get to spend some more time with you

Pairing: college!wonwoo x college!fem!reader

Genre: college au, falling for a bet or dare trope, slow burn

Warnings: wonwoo is a pathetic loser AND oblivious, a bit of jealousy

Word count: 2k

chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

“And you still keep your glasses tapped?” Vernon laughed at Wonwoo’s spec, holding for dear life by the tape Y/N placed at them. “Well, I have no time to go get them fixed!”

Seungkwan had dragged Wonwoo from his bed to come eat breakfast with him and Vernon. But literally. He almost broke down his dorm door, slamming it so Wonwoo would get out of bed. Mingyu, Wonwoo’s roommate, was laughing his ass off at the scene, while the one with glasses sent him deathly glances as he didn’t defend him from Seungkwan.

“God, it feels like it has been ages since I last saw you!” Seungkwan said, returning to the table they were sitting with his and Vernon’s breakfast order.

“Cuz it has been. Wonwoo has been locking himself up in his dorm since last Sunday” Vernon chimed in, taking his coffee and doughnuts from Seungkwan.

“It is not that I have been locked up, c’mon!” Deep down, he knew he was. He was avoiding any sort of social interaction since he fell in front of her and Chan. Just remembering that moment made him feel awkward as hell, wanting to run back to his dorm and stay there until his hair turned completely white.

“Liar. You haven’t even gotten your glasses repaired, or a new pair!!!” The tallest one rolled his eyes at his effusive friend, even if he knew Seungkwan was right. He lowkey didn’t want to get them repaired. After all, she repaired them…

They kept chatting, until Seungkwan excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving his boyfriend with Wonwoo, which didn’t ease the one with glasses at all. He knew his friend was plotting something, and he didn’t like the smirk on his face. At all.

“So… you still keep those Spongebob boxers, right?” Wonwoo's expression was of pure horror. He needed to win this damn bet, otherwise he would be walking around campus only wearing his stupid underwear.

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.

[wonwoo]: yo

[wonwoo]: u are in dramatic arts right?

[tiger wannabe]: it was about damn time you learnt my major dude

[tiger wannabe]: but yeah, why?

[wonwoo]: yk chan??

[tiger wannabe]: eeeeh….. that kiddo a year younger than us that has his hair dyed yellow??

[wonwoo]: guess so?? idk his age

[wonwoo]: he is y/n friend

[tiger wannabe]: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

[tiger wannabe]: yeah is the guy im talking bout

[tiger wannabe]: why u ask?????

[wonwoo]: can i ask u a favour?? plz

[wonwoo]: :(((((((

[tiger wannabe]: sure tell me

[wonwoo]: could u tell him to practice this afternoon or smth??? just to maintain him occupied

[tiger wannabe]: what the hell, sure

[tiger wannabe]: is for the bet i suppose

[wonwoo]: she brought him over last time

[tiger wannabe]: uuuh

[tiger wannabe]: got ur back buddy

[tiger wannabe]: go kiss that girl rawr

Wonwoo chuckled at Hoshi’s text. At least one of his friends wanted to help him. Between Hao’s judgement and Vernon’s teasing, he was slowly losing his mind. He packed his stuff, as he was at the library while he waited for Y/N’s lessons to end and go continue helping her. She texted him this morning, right after he ate breakfast with his friends, and saw this as an opportunity. It was now or never.

As he walked towards her building, he couldn’t help but to think of what he would say to her. He decided to have a whole conversation with her today. Not more small talk, that was it. It was about damn time to man up, has he been telling all the way towards his destination.

When he reached the front door of her building, he quickly stared at himself through the reflection of the glass door of the building. He looked great, except for his broken glasses. He had to go get them fixed or buy a new pair before the weekend. Well, mostly like he needed it. They were starting to feel uncomfortable. He looked away and pushed the door, being welcomed by the colourful lobby, where art students were loudly chatting with each other, discussing over some exhibition they had recently visited. Wonwoo wouldn’t admit it out loud, but since he knew Y/N was an art major, his interest on the subject had peaked, and he found himself paying more attention to it. Damn, he even found himself reading about history of art, or different artists she would mention when their friends hung out. But he would never let her know that, of course. He couldn’t even talk to her properly, without getting utterly nervous, but that would definitely change today.

He finally reached his destination. A small auditorium, in which he has spent a few hours this last week, and she was already there. She was focused on some papers she had on hand. Wonwoo held his breath. How could someone be so effortless pretty? Just the sight of her, standing in the middle of the room, absorbed in whatever she was looking at, made his legs tremble. She has always had that effect on him, but lately it has been getting worse. Maybe because Wonwoo has finally started talking to her, even if it is just a couple phrases. Or maybe it was just the bet, that’s what he told himself. It was just the bet. Nothing else.

“Hey,” he said, startling her. The tall one chuckled at her reaction, finding it… cute? Yeah, definitely cute. “Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry… What were you looking at?”

“Oh, just some notes from class…” She seemed confused, which Wonwoo completely understood. He has never seemed that open to talk to her. “Chan won’t be joining us today, he told me he had to rehearse.”

“Was he supposed to join us?”

“Well… he is part of the play so, as I told you, I thought it would be nice if someone who was implied in the play would join us, so we can know how to better arrange everything” she explained, putting her notes on one of the chairs, and walking closer to Wonwoo. He could feel his heart beating faster, and how nervous he was getting.

“Hoshi is also part of the play and you don’t call him to come over” damn, did he sound jealous? He had no reason to be jealous, not at all.

“Well… I’m much closer to Chan than Hoshi, that’s all”

“How close?” He asked, readjusting his glasses, which made the girl focus on them. “I’m either getting them repaired or getting a new pair this weekend, don’t worry about that”

“Oh, great… and, well, about Chan, we know each other since high school actually!! Asher, him and I were in the same class!!”

“And you are still friends with him after all those years?”

“Well, you and Jeonghan have known each other since kindergarten and are still friends, am I right?”

“Good point”. His glasses were about to fall down so he took them off and placed them on a table next to him. Why was he acting like that? Why did he care so much about Chan and Y/N’s relationship? God, he was about to lose his mind.

“Wait, did you just say that Chan and you were in the same class?” Wonwoo asked, leaning his hands on the table where he left his glasses.

“Uhm, yeah, I did…” she said, confused as the topic had resurfaced.

“Wait… are you 21?!” Wonwoo said, clearly surprised, which made the girl in front of him laugh.

“Of course I am!! Not everyone in the friend group has to be a dinosaur, you know?” she said, laughing at him, which only made him blush for some reason. “Oooh, now you are blushing!! Wonu, did you really think everyone was your age?”

Wonwoo nodded, still perplexed. “So… you are the same age as Vernon and Seungkwan too?”

“Yeah, pretty much… by the way, it's the first time I have heard you talk this much!!” she said, smiling widely. God, could she stop? And she was getting closer and closer…

“I’m not really the talkative type, you know…” he said, moving a bit uncomfortable due to the sudden attention.

“Why do you always wear glasses, by the way? Haven’t thought of wearing contacts?”

Wonwoo could feel his cheeks burning at this point. Why was she paying so much attention to him out of nowhere? Is this what he got for trying to actually talk to her? “M-my eyes are way too dry… I prefer wearing glasses because of that…”

A look of understandment crossed through her face, leaving him some space again, and focusing on her notes. Wonwoo took the hint and started working again, connecting his computer. He had a long afternoon ahead.

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.

As hours passed by, he found himself picking up his stuff, until he glared at her. It was now or never, he said to himself. “Hey, Y/N, are you free this weekend? I-I was thinking about going t-to the arcade and I was wondering if you’d like to join or something…” He said, trying to look at her, even if he was fighting the urge to look away. He could see her surprised expression, and expected a rejection from her, but nothing could prepare him for her following words. “Yeah, sure! Who is going?”

“I-it would be just us…” Ok, there was the rejection he was waiting for. He could see it coming.

“Oh, sure! When and where are we meeting up?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” The tall one stopped talking, his eyes wide opened in confusion. Did she really say yes that easily? “Wait, did you just say you are up to it?”

Y/N chuckled at Wonwoo’s expression. Was it endearment reflected on her gaze? No, Wonwoo was definitely dreaming now. “Well… Asher is spending the weekend with Minghao and Chan is on a trip with his family so… I don’t really have any other plans this weekend, so it might be funny!!”

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Mingyu screamed as Wonwoo threw himself to his bed. He could feel his face blushing under the intense gaze of his roommate, who was way too close to start jumping of excitement.

“It’s just a friendly outing, Mingyu…”

The tallest one jumped from his seat. “Just a friendly outing MY ASS”. Mingyu started walking around the room, yapping about what Wonwoo should wear, how he should act… Wonwoo decided against listening to him, in order to keep some of the mental health he had left. He lifted his head from his pillow, and took his phone. To his surprise, he had tons of notifications, but none of group chats. What has gotten into his friends’ mind? Disoriented, he unlocked his phone, but he quickly regretted it.

[tiger wannabe]: MAAAN U WASTED NO TIMEEEEE

[vernon 🥸]: YO IS IT TRUE?!?!?!?! SHE SAID YES?!?!??!?!?!

[hannie :)]: JEON WONWOO U GOT A DATE?!!?!?!?

[hannie :)]: god im so proud of u

[hannie :)]: #overcomingfears

[minghao psycho]: no fucking way u got the guts to ask her out

[minghao psycho]: better treat her right during that damn date or ill be ripping ur head apart heard me?

[cheol (??? hannie)]: congrats on the date, BETTER TELL ALL THE DETAILS CUZ WTF

[woozi music]: u dating wasnt on my bingo card

[woozi music]: maybe i should update it?

[happy guy]: IM SO SO SO HAPPY U GOT A DATE

[happy guy]: AND WITH Y/N FINALLY YAAAAY

[he likes tangerines]: hmmmmmm thank u??

[he likes tangerines]: u have been GONE for days, i invite u over for breakfast AND U GET A DATE?!

[he likes tangerines]: better gimme all the details cuz the fuck

There were more messages, but as he was getting more overwhelmed per second, he threw his phone aside, making it fall to the floor, which made Mingyu stop his yapping session. How did all of them know?! It was impossible, after helping her he went straight back to his dorm… He hadn’t talked with anyone… Except for… “Kim Mingyu!!! What have you done?!”

“Me? Just updating all our friends from your love life? It’s something that never happens you know!”

“MINGYU!!”

A/N: omg its been so long since i last updated im so sorry😭😭 i got caught up in a writing block + depressive episode and got no strength to write a word… i had this chapter planned since i posted the last one (and next chapter too hehe) i hope yall enjoyed it!! dont hesitate to let me know your thoughts hehe

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[anxious-witch]

I would like to talk about Edwin, Charles and asexuality for a moment and why I personally like hcing Charles under the ace umbrella rather than Edwin.

To preface, this is obviously just my opinion, and if you like ace Edwin, relate to him or hc him as such, totally valid! I am just basing this off some of the narrative purpose that Edwin's sexuality plays in, and how in parallel, Charles' seems to fit into the flavor of ace-spec I am more familiar with.

Splitting this into two part bc again, I cannot seem to stop talking. This part talks about why I don't see Edwin as ace, part two will talk about why I can see Charles being ace/on the ace spectrum.

Edit: here's part two

Anyway! To the actual reasoning.

Let's start with Edwin. First thing we need to remember about Edwin is that he was born and raised in 1900s, and so that some of his behavior, habits and the way he talks about sexuality can't be judged by modern standards. Plus ofc, added layer of trauma of decades of hell.

So his dislike for being touched, his inital reaction to being flirted with etc, can all be contributed to that, imo.

But let's look at why I think it's important for his character specifically to experience sexual attraction.

Given his upbringing, and growing up with what was likely lots and lots of shame and repression around being a gay man, Edwin seems to completely block out any sort of feelings or wants he might have around other men. (Which is why he didn't realize he was in Charles until he was forced into situations) With his added trauma from hell, in which we know he, at least for a time, believe he deserved it because of being gay, I think it makes perfect sense he didn't wanna acknowledge any of it.

The first hurdle in his path was, of course, the Cat King. Now, you can love him, you can hate him, but I hope we can all agree that what Edwin experiences around him is sexual attraction. I touched upon that in my analysis of their interactions and how symbolic it is for Edwin's sexuality so I will try to keep this short. The way Edwin gasps and looks at the Cat King up and down when he transforms into just a coat and underwear, the way he recalls their meeting with the focus on the wink, on the CT's abs, the way he stares at his lips at their second meeting in ep 4. I don't think Edwin has feelings for the CT, except for maybe last ep where we can see a crush forming, but before that? That looks to me like pure sexual attraction.

It doesn't translate just to the Cat King either! We see it when CT transforms into Charles. Edwin is stunned, yes, but I think him pulling away and saying "Stop it!" Very sharply when he realizes it's a game is very telling. Sure, having romantic feelings for your best friend isn't easy to accept, but to realize you want him, in a sexual way, for even a few seconds? That must have been devastating for Edwin, due to him thinking of such desires as shameful.

Which I think is supported again when Edwin is caught by Lust in Hell, falling back into his shame, and Charles pulls him out. Because experiencing lust towards another man isn't a sin, but Edwin thinking it is is what briefly gets him stuck.

I am also not very keen on making Edwin ace due to the implication of "oh, Charles could pull him out of Lust because Edwin's love for him is pure and not lustful" because well. Being gay is no more pure or no more sinful than being straight. Gay people can have sex and it's not more morally wrong than a gay-ace couple that does not. With the rise of purity culture I feel a bit...uncomfortable with the implication of Edwin only coming to terms with his sexualityis due to the fact he only likes men romantically and there is no "sinful' sexual part. I think it kind of...defeats the purpose of his arc, especially the part where he meets the Cat King in the alley and the Cat King holds no power over him due to the fact Edwin is finally at peace with wanting him. Because that's okay. He can be attracted to him, be fine with it and not let it go any further(for now at least, hence idk what they are gonna do with s2).

So yeah. Again, not faulting anyone for any hcs or fics, if you like Edwin as ace, totally do your thing, I just feel like Charles is right there, with much more interesting dynamic when we apply ace lenses to him. But more about that in part 2

[shadesofmauve]

Writing snippets: Deleted scenes edition

@sleepytimegrrl has tagged me in a bunch of writing games. I'm sure this fits one of them! It's from when they were preparing for the extraction mission on Zion-55 — which meant getting a suit for Khalisah Al-Jilani.

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Al-Jilani absolutely refused to gear up in the marine's lockers. Rhi wanted to be hard-nosed about it, but she'd caught a flash of near-panic in the reporter's eyes and decided this wasn't the place to push. Which was why she was waiting outside the cabin they'd assigned to Al-Jilani in senior officer's quarters.

“Ms. Al-Jilani," she said to the closed door, " "I’m responsible for your safety. I have to inspect your equipment. I thought you'd prefer to do that here, but if you'd like you can wait until we've joined the others —”

The door opened and Rhi pushed through before Al-Jilani could change her mind. The other woman was wearing the skin-tight under-armor they'd assigned her, and was trying to avoid line-of-sight from the hallway, which was impossible in the tiny cabin.

Rhi gave her a clinical once over. “What’re you wearing underneath?”

Al-Jilani glared at her. "That's personal!"

“If you’re wounded, medigel’s released by the under-armor. It doesn’t do any good if it can’t reach your skin.” Rhi explained. “We get mil-spec — I probably don’t want to know how much R&D money went into my underwear. But anything breathable works in a pinch.”

Al-Jilani’s face looked like a thunder cloud. “My panties are cotton,” she hissed.

“That works," Rhi said. "Bra?” 

“Lightly padded,” Al-Jilani ground out. “For modesty. Is that a problem?”

“Depends." Rhi shrugged. "How much d’you like your tits?”

[jd07201990]

I’ll admit, this one was a real challenge. But that never stops JD Marketing Solutions, LLC from fulfilling our contracts. I’ll even bet you’ve seen many of our Ads out there, selling sports gear, energy drinks, shoes, hygiene products, etc. Hell, if you’ve walked through the Men’s underwear aisle of any store, you’ll have seen our work. Models. Exact – to – order, custom designed walking – talking billboards that draw eyes to them, and whatever it is they’re created to sell. Their entire existence built from a spec-sheet that wealthy companies, and… well, private investors, pay 8-9 figures to fill out and submit. If your company has a need for perfect male specimens who’ve been programmed to your specific, needs, you can find our Sales team contact at Build-A-Boy . com. Now we have a prime example of our work, although he needs quite a bit more mental rewiring. Tanner here tends to escape our facility and dart about the grounds, attempting to flee back to his pointless life in college at least twice a month. His psychological strength against our state-of-the-art brain-wiping protocols is astounding. Although as you can clearly see, he can fight the brain wipe, but his body has followed our plans to the letter. He’ll soon be strutting around multi-million dollar photography studios, hawking Athletic Gear to aspiring males who would give anything to look like him. For now, we’ll continue to allow him to inadvertently add an hour or so of high-intensity cardio to his already grueling workout regime, as he bolts between buildings, thinking he’s nearly free. All the while our cameras snap thousands of high-resolution photos and video clips, providing us with more evidence of our immaculate work. Tanner added another zero to his buyer’s bill when he sprinted across our lawn in that high end jockstrap, the sun blazing above and sweat beading down his impeccable torso, while our slow-motion cameras streamed his precision athletic training to a private buyer in the Czech Republic. The Clothing company made the wise choice to out-spend the private investor, or Tanner would have been on a private within 6 months, depending on how long it took to finally break his stubborn mind.

[twinkletfout]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I MAY BE BAD, BUT I'M PERFECTLY GOOD AT IT ——

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･*:･ﾟ✧*

Pervert Nanami. Yes, that's all. Tw/ its smut

✧—S&M, Rihanna

Nanami is a very shy man, despite his looks, he is a massive pervert by heart. He desperately tries to hide it but fortunately, you catch on to everything he does. How his eyes trail down to the crack of your breasts when you talk to him, and also when you sit down with your legs crossed in one of your short skirts, he can't help but gawk at you. You didn't know what was going on in his mind, but you certainly looked forward to knowing what he was doing to you in his fantasies.

Maybe it was because he was an extremely handsome man, you couldn't help but tease him for being so needy for you. Today you had promised Nanami to treat him to dinner at your place. Of course, you needed to get ready for him. You chuckled when you remembered his face as you suggested this, oh how he wanted to get to know you more, get you dirty with his hands.

You knew he wanted more than just casual friendship, and you were going to give to him all at once. You think about all the scenarios that you both will end up in as you put on your mini skirt, refusing to put on your thongs while you put on one of the white tank tops. Just after you were done with your make-up you heard the doorbell as you rushed to open the door.

Nanami looked down at you as he took in your figure, his cheeks going red when he noticed you weren't wearing your underwear, imagining all the things he would do to you flooded his mind as he adjusted the specs that were resting on his face. “Come in,” you said, maintaining eye contact as you moved to a side to let him in. The black shirt he was wearing hugged his body, his hard nipples poking out through it, urging you to pinch it.

“Make yourself at home,” you said as you closed the door behind him, he hummed as he sat on your couch. You leaned on the wall, with your hands behind your back, feeling the awkwardness creeping between the both of you. He spoke quickly, “So, what's for dinner?” you approached him as you put your hand on his broad shoulders.

“Me,” you said kneeling down before him. His eyes widen and a slight blush grows on his face. He would be lying if he wasn't expecting something like this to happen anyway.

“You’re going to have me for dinner,” you said, flaring the desires within him. “Yeah?” He was finally giving in, giving into his fantasies that are finally coming true, giving into you.

You rubbed the boner that was growing within his pants, he grunted, wincing because of your sudden action, “Aren't you too needy, baby?” You asked him while he threw his head back because of the pleasure you were giving him. His answer came out all desperate and breathy “Yes— yes, mm-” he whined, “I want to feel you around me, haa, just once. Just— Let me fuck you, baby.” your face warmed up at his admission. A smirk grew on your face as you tightened the grip on the now-dampened fabric of his pants. A desperate groan left him as you did while his cock twitched with anticipation through the cloth.

“Stop playing, love.” He said through each breath. You couldn't believe he was enjoying this just from you rubbing him through his pants. Before you knew it, your back hit the soft fabric of your couch. Spreading your legs wide, he gets in between your thighs as he throws one of your legs over his shoulders. Stripping you from the only piece of clothing that hides your wet cunt. Removing his specs, and putting his thick fingers to work. One of his thumbs pressed down on your clit as he finger fucked your pussy. “Nanami,,ii~” you moaned his name as he pleased you. “Yes, baby? Want more?” He looked up at your eyes showing only complete desire for him.

“Haa,, if you look at me like that, how can i hold back, hm?” he bent down to kiss your lips as he worked his way inside your pussy when he hit your sweet spot just with his finger. Trailing kisses down your body till his tongue reached your swollen cilt, he softly sucked and nibbled on your bud. “mmm,, i’m cummin’ Kento,,!!” Making you cum right on his face as you screamed out his name.

Something about the way you called out his first name, caused a spark inside him. He never knew how much pleasure it would cause him just to hear you call out his first name. He needed to hear it more often. “Fuck, that was hot” he mumbled. Licking his lips as he unbuttoned his shirt and then threw it on the ground in a quick manner, undoing his zipper to free his aching cock.

He rubbed it on your entrance, teasing your folds as he rocked his body onto yours. One of his hands goes up inside your tank top and grabs and then squeezes your breasts, pinching your nipples as you moan his name again, “Nanamin,,-” he shushed you before he said, “Kento.” as he finally thrust inside your needy pussy. “Call me Kento,” he said while looking down at your teary face with a grin flashing on his face.

It's been hours, and he still hasn't come. Pumping in and out while you were trembling under him as he whispered the nastiest things in your ear when he rammed inside you. “Will you let me cum inside your needy pussy?, hmm?” He thrusts. “Won't you, baby?” He pulled out only to push it back in with all his might. You nodded your head at his question as a jolt of pleasure surged through your body after each thrust.

He sucked and pulled your lower lip as he kissed, and you don't even know if it is a kiss at this point. He was devouring you. Your walls clenched around him as he whispered each dirtiest word to you and he seemed to enjoy it.

“You love it when I talk so filthy to you?” Without any words coming out of you, You just nodded and that made him chuckle “yeah?, And i love it when your pussy wraps around my fucking cock” he muttered, and suddenly he was continuously grinding onto that one spot that made you all fuzzy inside your mind. You told him to slow down but he didn't seem to hear you, swept away in his own pleasure. “I'm cummin',,, take all of it, mkay?” He grunted as he thrusted one last time as he spilled all of him inside you. As he moaned against your ear, his hot breath caused you to shiver. As you milked him for all he was worth.

As he was gasping for air, before he could pull out of you, you pushed yourself on him, as his back hit the couch, you were now on top of him, grinding on his cock. “Nono, no, not right now.” He whined “I'm too— sensitive,,” he moaned, bringing his hand up to stop you. You grabbed his strong hands and brought it towards your lips as you started to suck on his fingers. “A pervert like you deserves it.” You said through each moan that left you as you started to bounce and ride on his cock, his body shook with pleasure as he begged you to stop. “Haa, please,— I can't take this anymore,” he whimpered as he squeezed your thigh.

If he hated this so much, he could easily throw you off, but Kento Nanami cannot resist you. He would let you play with him all day and you knew it.

“Kento~” you called out to him, making him groan, “Kentoo~” You called again and placed your hands on his strong abs as you were pleasuring him. The hand of his that was placed on your thigh climbed up to grab your ass, squeezing it, while the other hand wet with your spit came up to grip your hips. As he shoved himself deeper inside. Startling you, he continued to pound into you, “ngh mm,, stop~” you moaned all funny. “Shhh, you wanted more, huh? I'll give it to you, So shut up and take it.” His hands wrapped around your waist as you lost your strength and dropped down on him, as he fucked you mercilessly “I know you can.”

He grabbed onto you, his thrusts were deep and forceful, filling you in a way that only he could do, pulling you closer to him as his pace increased. As his climax approached, His thrusts became faster and harder, With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hot seed filling you up completely. He kissed you as he kept on spilling inside of you. His hips jerked in a final motion before he pulled out of you. “Thank you for the dinner” he whispered against your ear.

[hausofkae]

BB'S RESOURCES

compiled is a list of all of the creators of my favorite custom content items & mods. included are the specs of my system for reference. this will be updated as often as possible. i am not wcif friendly & will always refer you here or my cc finds blog. thank you to all of the creators listed. [22/9/2023] ♡

overrides

BLS - default vehicle replacement.

lady moriel - grass & flower replacement.

stevenstudios - dance override

awingedllama - light wood bassinet.

alerion - san sequoia bridge override.

simstwink - san myshuno billboard overrides.

mizoreyukii - stand still in cas.

lighting + texture overrides

luumia: noblu v2, noglo v2, all eyes shine remover.

softerhaze: sunblind

miiko: ghibli clouds. pastel world (architecture).

bakie - skyline override.

lotharihoe - snowflake default replacement.

mizoreyukii - no fade on everything.

simmattically - cinematic live mode camera

CAS

defaults/skins/details/overrides.

lighting: vyxated front glo. (v1_rim)

background: reflection

sliders + presets + etc: luumia. magicbot. miiko. obscurus. vibrant pixels.

skintones: nesurii. lamatisse. sims3melancholic.

skin overlays: nesurii. lamtisse. northern siberia winds. sims3melancholic.

eyes: kijiko- remove EA lashes.

akalukery - underwear replacements.

faeish

pyxis

semplicesims

thepeachfaerie

makeup

twistedcat

faaeish

goppolsme

crypticsim

northernsiberiawinds

hair

simcelebrity.

sheabuttyr.

brandysims.

daylifesims.

arethabee.

kikovanity.

simstrouble.

aharrisbritney.

greenllamas.

ebonix

gegesims

okruee

ravensims.

oakiyo.

dogsill

aladdin

casteru

khadijah

mercy

qiocc

bobnewbie

ceeproductions

leahlillith

clothes

belloallure.

sentate.

caio-cc.

camuflaje.

greenllamas.

rimmings

gorilla

joancampbellbeauty

madlen.

bluecraving

joliebean

jius

murphy sims/bradford.

nucrests

ridgeport

ceeproductions

akalukery

adrienpastel

darte77

serenity

charonlee

accessories

prailinesims.

giulettasims

build/buy

heyharrie

felixandre

pinkbox anye

plush pixels

littledica

sixam

lilaccreative

myshunosun

platinumluxesims

mxim

leaf-motif

max20

awingedllama

blarrfy

the clutter cat

tuds

pierisim

syboulette

ravasheen

peacemaker

simkoos

dsco

ars-botanica

severinka

bbygyal123

misc.

chewybutterfly (tattoos)

maximoons (tattoos)

hoodlem (tattoos)

BUILDERS

@bbygyal123

@rheya28

@ophernelia

@farfallasims

@biancml

@oatsimss

@pixelglam

mr.olkan

kateemerald

schnuck01

daniellebuilds

simplify

PC SPECS

macbook pro 2020.

8 GB memory.

494.38 GB storage.

2 TB cloud storage

apple M1 chip

 

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[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

@make-friends-with-the-rats this one is for you<3

tw: gun, suicide, shooting

-

Boots shot up in his bed. Another nightmare. It was about the last timeline he went to. He really needed to get his watch checked out. But by who? Who could he even trust?

He looked around the room, it was cold and silent. In fact, he didn't hear anyone snoring.

Someone stuck a match making Boots jump. He looked over to see a boy taking a long drag.

"Skittery?" He whispered.

A cough recked through him yet he could feel the cold smile. "Hey, Boots."

"What-" He looked around more and saw the place was old. Older than normal. It was surreal like it was deserted and everyone had left or...moved on.

Skittery steps closer to him, "Finally woke huh? Was out for two days."

"What do you mean? Skits what's going on. Where is everyone?" He didn't even see Swiftys drawings plastered all around.

Skittery raised an eyebrow and up close he seemed to be paler than a sheet. His cheek bones were showing way more than they should and his eyes were cold and emotionless. "Did they get you that bad?"

"Who?" Boots could already feel his anxiety spike.

Skittery took a drag. "It's Christmas ya know. Hadn't even thought of it till I saw some ribbon in..." He trailed off like a memory played behind his eyes.

Boots didn't want to pay attention. He didn't like this timeline. Everything seemed too dead. And Skittery seemed different than his normal depressed self. His clothes also seemed ratty and dusty. He didn't even have his pink underwear on underneath.

Where was he.

"Ya know." Skittery turned around, cigarette hanging out of his lip. "Mr. K gave me his gun before he died. You remember right Boots."

Boots eyes shot open wide, "Skits-"

"You're acting different. Did they really hit you that hard?" His hands twitch at his side.

Boots nodded. He was gonna play this game. Whatever it was. He felt his wrist for his watch. He gripped onto it already fiddling with the time.

"Well, it seems you are in no mood to talk. Specs ate the last of our food remember."

He nodded like he did.

Skittery held out his last cigarette. "Here, you should be about old enough. Its Christmas remember."

"But it's your last one. You always make sure to have the last one." Just another switch and that's all he needed to get out of here.

Skittery face hardens. "Well, that was back then. Before everything." He turned around and walked to the windows. Reaching into his bag to grab something. "Somethings wrong with you Boots. Usually, you have a brain. Kept everything in your head."

Boots heard the click of the gun. "Skittery what's...going on. They uh hit me real hard."

"Yeah, they did. There still here though. Can't you hear them." He shook his head around. "Mr. K would hate the state this place is in. But it was usually Snoddy who cleaned this part of the floor. Remember."

Boots could see the gun now. A pistol. He quickly looked down at his watch and he was ready to go. Then the gun clicked. Boots eyes widen. He slowly looked up to Skittery. So broken and on the verge of death.

"I told them to knock you out. They agreed. You've changed Boots. Changed a lot."

"Skittery..." His mouth was dry and he was frozen.

Skittery didn't answer. He moved the gun under his chin. "Merry Christmas Boots."

Before he could even hear the shot rang out he turned his watch. Feeling the pull on his skin was more comforting than it had ever been. Seeing all the different colors was also welcoming. But he finally arrived in his own time.

Still on his bed Boots looked around. All of Swiftys drawings were everywhere. The place looked lived in and to top it off he could hear the others downstairs. Not missing a beat he went to grab his journal. Something he was glad he saved up for. Took him forever.

Writing the date and information down it occurred to him that he never got the year. Just the images. Boots breathed in deeply. It was fine. He was safe. In his own timeline. After finishing his writing he went to the washroom wanting some water on his face.

But he wanted to scream. There lay some of his friends. Blood coated the walls and mirror. It was as if a gun-Skittery, he shot them all-

"Boots."

He screamed and jumped away. The hand felt too bony and just like his.

"Hey Boots it's me. Bumlets."

Boots panic began to settle after seeing the older boy in front of him. He didn't even think about it. Just went straight to hug him. Bumlets instantly wrapping his arms around him tight.

Boots opened his eyes and saw Skittery behind them. The one with the gun. Smiling at him. Boots squeezed his eyes shut and dug his head into Bumlets neck.

"Nightmare?"

If only if that. He nodded.

Bumlets brought a hand up to his hair and card his fingers through it like he was his mother. "I'm right here alright. The others are down still playing poker remember. And I put Flipper to bed just now."

Boots took in a shaky breath. He didn't want to remember anything anymore.

"Wanna go lay in my bunk? Don't have to talk about it."

He nodded again and that was all he seemed to be doing lately. Boots clung to Bumlets as he walked to his bunk. Bumlets helped him up even though he was more than able to do it himself. But it was nice to be taken care of.

Bumlets quickly got besides him and pulled the blanket around them both.

"I'm right here Boots. I got you."

[terrence-silver]

Would KK 3 era Terry steal beloveds panties / thongs and make a secret shrine out of them? Or smell them when she wasn't around? (Only 2 more to send! 😂)

---

I generally think Terry relishes in snooping through intimate items.

Collecting them, sure.

Holding unto them in some perverse display of ownership, yes.

Like maintaining a trophy.

Not limited to just the unmentionable type of intimates; namely, panties and undergarments, which would seem like the obvious target of any stalking pervert.

No.

I think Terry's interested in everything.

Literally everything he can find or stumble upon. Old newspapers beloved's (or an enemy in general) kept. Trinkets. Books, read and unread. Mundane nonsense. The wrapper of a chocolate. A half emptied deodorant bottle. The chunk of hair caught in their brush. The contents of a pill cabinet. How much dust has or has not accumulated over furniture tops. The method with which his target folds their clothes. Their drawer of socks. Old memories. New memories. Where they keep the spare key. Do they have a jar of money. The contents of a diary. What's in their fridge and by extension, what are their eating habits. What laundry detergent they use and what it smells like. The general layout and feel of their home. Are they a messy or a tidy person.

I mean, literally anything you can imagine interests him and he sees potential in everything, no matter how mundane and seemingly ridiculous. Why? Because it's all information and informations are power. Something someone like him might've learned during his army days; Never disregard any piece of intel, because that very same intel might tactically stand between you and death itself. He was supposedly in the Spec Ops, so it's very likely this training has been embedded in him to the degree it bled into every habit he has because scouring an apartment he broke into isn't that different from scouring a booby trapped base camp or a battlefield to Terry. He functions under eerily similar principles in both war and peace. See, if you've an eye for detail --- all details --- you can discover incredible things about a person's habits. Interests. Personality. Mentality. Daily and night routines. Their comings and goings. Weakness you can exploit. Strengths you can appeal to. Secrets they want to hide. Interests you can emulate. How their very insides smell like judging by the soaked fabric of worn, used underwear fished out of a hamper. It's all right there. In someone's surroundings. In their domain. The home they inhabit. That's pretty much how he tried to appeal to Mr. Miyagi by discovering what unit the man served in during WWII and conveniently bringing up the fact that he too is a veteran and that war is, in fact, hell. Nevermind what people say. Often times, you should disregard what people do too, because even patterns of habit can deceive and a deceiver like Terry should know. How people live? Now, there's where all answers are usually contained. All it takes is breaking into someone's house once, and if you're tenacious and determined enough, if you've a talent for looking, you can find out...literally whatever you want just by observing at what you see around you.

You'll have control over the situation.

And an upper hand over people in ways they don't have over you.

And I think Terry has a legitimate glee when he snoops through people's things.

There's childlike excitement in literally everything he finds.

It's like going to an endless candy shop for him.

Precisely because it represents power.

Which, by extension, might be why he was so distraught when Chozen, Johnny, Mike Barnes and Daniel Larusso broke into his home because he very well understands the meaning of someone trespassing into your privacy and all the ways it violates the sanctity of intimacy. All the ways they had power over him in that moment, very well beyond his control. All the things they could've discovered about him. All the ways he was open to scrutiny and observation by an enemy. All the ways he was infuriatingly vulnerable.

That being said, he is something of a hypocrite with double standards.

He's fully keen on collecting beloved's panties, underwear and god only knows what else and keeping all of these things and much, much more as a trophies for a shrine, a private collection or merely his own personal enjoyment, but he'll just as well fly into a rage under the right circumstances at the very notion of someone doing as much as harmlessly walking around the mere premises of his estate without explicit permission. He can do unto you as he likes, but be prepared for retaliation if you do unto him as you like.

[vorchagirl]

Last Line Meme

Rules: in a rb or separate post, post the last sentence you wrote in any of your wips (original, fanfic, etc), and tag as many people as there are words.

Haha, the last sentence I wrote was smut for chpt 11 of Red Flags, an upcoming Reyes x Ryder fic where her brother Seth is the Pathfinder. He's controlling and scary, and he's the antagonist of the story.

He slid her underwear off and hooked legs over his shoulders, looking at her with such hunger that Sage's breath caught in her throat.

I'll tag @silurisanguine @hawkeykirsah @ashenlavellan @tlcinbflo @bioware-bard @acciokaidanalenko @ferindencadash @binaryjayne @continuous-spec

[juttytaylorsmustache]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

Kinktobet days Orange- 7/9 (Vouyer/exhibition/risk)

Pairing: ghouls x ghoulettes

Warnings: perv ghouls, not proof read bc I'm on a 30 hour bus ride to Seattle

Summary: the ghouls find a little hole in the wall…

After the show, the ghouls are sweaty and ready to take off their clothes into something more comfortable.

The boys sulk into their dressing room, beside the girl's room as they prance in there.

“Look…” Swiss said, bending down a little to the wall as he held his balled-up shirt.

“Shit, I thought they filled it?” mountain said, eagerly coming to Swiss’s side and putting an eye to the wall.

“Guess not…” Swiss noted, repositioning himself to look through the hole after mountain.

“What are you guys talking about?” Phantom questioned, drawing the strings to his sweatpants.

“They’re being perverts.” Rain commented, stepping behind Phantom to his bag. He took a pair of clothes out and quickly changed his pants.

“Wait are you sure it’s the right one, Swiss? Remember, the other one they could see us back!” Sodo said, falling to his knees to see the hole too.

“A-are you guys looking at the ghoulettes through a hole??” Phantom asked out of his mind as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Is that not a little…rude?”

“Oh come on.” Swiss threw his head back at the ghoul, “So you don’t want to see Cirrus naked? I know you jerk off to that calendar a fan made of her.”

Phantom's face grew red In embarrassment, “ok Fine I mean what could you possibly see-“Phantom pushed them out of the hole and looked through it, “…they’re so pink…and..and perky…” his jaw dropped and his voice got higher.

“You all are so inappropriate.” Copia said, walking into the room, “When will my ghouls grow up?” He fake fretted, setting his mug down and stretching his back.

“Never.” Rain sighed, giving Papa a pat on the back, “Eh it’s alright, they’re just aware of the hole as you are…” Copia paused, “I think.” he grabbed his clothes bag and left the room with a small smile.

“See, even Copia thinks you’re all children.” Rain groaned as he plopped down in a chair. He opened up a bag of chips and began eating them.

“Oh but look, it’s cumulus in just a bra.” Swiss teased the water ghoul with a smirk.

Rain paused, a chip snapping between his fingers. “OK?” He got another chip.

“Oh my! It’s red and laced all over! Oh gosh, rain, so are her panties.” Swiss made a surprised voice and covered his mouth.

Rain got from his seat and pushed them out of the way, “you don’t say.” He mumbled as he looked through the hole.

Swiss hummed until a little spec of light got his attention, “shit…there’s another one?” He said while standing up.

“Really?” Mountain said, investigating where Swiss’s eyes lead, “hell yeah.”

“Shit.” Phantom bit his lip.

The girls were talking while changing, the vanity light making a warm glow on their pale skin.

Cirrus was sitting down on the couch in her underwear, the light green ones she always saved for ‘lucky’ shows. She lay her head on the armrest and kicked her feet up on the other end of the couch, her knees crossed on the other arm. She pushed her sweaty ebony brown hair back and sighed.

“That was a great show but I'm...burnt out..” Cirrus sighed as she put her arms behind her head.

“Yeah, I think the boys just have better energy when we go to this stadium,” Cumulus replied, unclipping the clasp of her bra behind her.

“Ah..” Phantom accidentally moaned, watching the way Cirrus lay there with her breast out, and her panties lazy around her thighs.

Swiss unzipped his pants, the room was so quiet the ghouls had to ‘snap out of it’.

Mountain did the same, pulling his heavy cock out and wrapping his sore hand around it.

Sodo watched the two, he eyed Phantom and the way his bulge pressed against his pants.

“Shit.” rain said, watching the way Cumulus’s breasts burst out of her tight red bra.

Swiss jerked his length, spitting in his hand and squeezing himself from his base, dragging his hand up to his tip and twisting it.

“Look at them…so clueless,” Swiss noted to the group, tugging at his length.

Sodo reached his hand down Phantom's pants, giving him a mischievous smirk as he palmed his erection.

“W-want her so bad…” Phantom groaned while watching the way Cirrus moved off the couch and off to take Aurora's clothes off.

“Yeah? Want to shove them into a wall and fuck them?” Sodo teased as he started to hump his thighs while palming Phantom.

Phantom let out a small trill as he watched the small ghoullette clothes be put away and her nude body shines in the dressing room.

Swiss whined as Cumulus put a shirt on, he watched her with prying eyes until she was clothed again.

Mountain hummed, feeling his tip twitch at the sensation of his hand before letting his load spill across the stone wall.

“Shit….they need to keep this hole..” Swiss grunted.

“It's not our fault it's here…” Phantom moaned.