#urgent message from god for you today

[yongbokology]

part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

…

“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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[youraverageaemondsimp]

Better Than Revenge // Alys rivers x Fem!Reader, MODERN AU. [ONE SHOT]

Summary: Your boyfriend Aemond cheats on you with Alys rivers, so you do the same.

warnings: nsfw content ahead! MDNI: age gap, mommy kink, tiddy sucking, cunnilingus, fingering, angst(?), fluff, wlw, cheating, aemond is a cunt. + not proofread!!

Enraged is not enough to describe the feeling you felt when your friend sent you pictures of aemond with his assistance, who he told you not to worry about, alys rivers.

He said he was supposed to be at a meeting tonight, but he was in a bar, spending time with her, and the next picture your friend sent made you see red.

He was kissing her.

You quickly texted your friend back, thanking them and planned on what to do.

You had realised, that when Aemond introduced you to alys, he had not mentioned that you were his girlfriend, just that you were close, you should've heard the alarm bells ringing back then but you ignored them.

You barely knew alys, and she barely knew you, it made you mad that it was possible that Aemond was two timing with both you and her. And then a plan came to your head, you smirked to yourself.

You had decided to act as you knew nothing, getting alys' number from his phone when he left to shower, and texting her.

‘Hi! This is Aemomd's friend, Y/N! I realised we both know aemond but not each other, I would love to get close to you! :)’

And from then onwards, things started to change.

You both had met up on occasions, hanging out from time to time, all unknown to Aemond, Alys was an older woman, likely in her 30s, she had more experience at things and was gentle and soft spoken, it only confirmed your suspicion that she did not know you and aemond were in a relationship, likely he never told her, considering she isn't hostile towards you.

She was very intelligent too, but you were confused as to how Aemond was able to fool her, you had guessed so when you directly asked her if she was dating Aemond and to your surprise, she looked away with a sad smile on her face, “No, not really, this is more of a situationship, he said he is not ready to commit yet.”

And that's when any remaining doubts of her getting in between you and aemond purposefully flew out of the window, considering she wouldn't be saying all that if she knew.

You held her hand, comforting her, gently.

God Aemond was a fucking douchebag.

You froze up when Aemond asked you where you have been going to lately, considering you hardly have any time for him anymore.

“Oh, nothing, I am just hanging out more with a friend, sorry i made you feel lonely.” you cradled his face and pulled it your chest, embracing him, feeling disgusted with yourself for continuing to do this, but you had to, your plan is halfway finished now.

He hummed before his hands travelled to the end of your tank up and pulled it upward, revealing your breasts to him, his head came forward to take your nipple into his mouth, you felt like throwing up so you pushed his head away and he furrowed his eyebrows at that, “Sorry, I'm not in the mood today.” you try to convince him, pulling down your tank top and he nods.

He said he got an urgent call and left your house, you scoffed, knowing he went to alys to get his dick wet, you fumed at the thought, until a few minutes later you received a text from alys herself.

‘Can we meet up tomorrow?’ and you felt your heart race, you thought she had found out before you would tell her everything but you replied a yes and the next message made you sigh out of relief.

‘That's splendid, let's meet at the same cafe! ♡’

You smiled to yourself at the text.

Aemond returned barely an hour later, irritated for an odd reason, something must've happened, so you asked what happened and he simply ignored you, grumbled and fell next to you on the bed.

He didn't get his dick wet.

You went up and met alys and she immediately hugged you when she spotted you, and you sat down at your usual table, you noticed that she was more quieter than usual, and sadder.

“Aemond came over yesterday.” she said, you let out a unsurprised oh, she sighed heavily. “Listen, I know you are his friend but, he is a fucking prick. I wanted to talk to him about what to label our relationship but he simply ignored me and tried to get in my pants, so I fucking slapped him.” she said, anger flowing out of her words, you felt delighted.

“He deserves it.” you say and she looks at you, and takes your hand in hers, “Are-” she swallows, “Are you into woman?” she asks nervously and you nod, “I am yes, why?” and you swear you saw her face light up immediately before she concealed it.

“Nothing, just asking.” she soothes your hands, “I- I got this matching rings for us..” she showed you them and you felt your heart flutters when she shows you what she got, “It's beautiful!” you exclaim, feeling happy and but guilty when she gives you a smile.

And that's when you decided to come clean to her. About everything.

She was shocked at first, but then she was angry and you felt your heart break, knowing your friendship would come to an end, but to your surprise, she didn't end your friendship.

“I suspected that he was sleeping with you too, but I didn't realize he was actually dating you. I'm sorry.” she apologized and you shook your head “No no, it's fine, you didn't know— which is why I wanted to- talk to you but, I found myself enjoying your company more and more and I couldn't find the heart to tell you.” you said shyly.

It was true. Your original plan was to befriend her and tell her and then break up with Aemond, he would've surely gone to her for comfort and she would've also ended the situationship with him, hurting him twice.

She chuckles at your shyness, before giving you smile, “Thank you.” she says making you confused, “Thank you for being honest with me– you had every right to hate me but you decided to find the sides of the story first, and I'm sorry, I did not know he was a man like that.” she comes over and sits next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Your eyes flicker to her lips and she looks at you for a moment before she leans in, you both kiss, it was a gentle one.

She pulls away and you blush, hiding your face in her shoulder, feeling embarrassed, luckily no one witnessed the kiss.

She had invited you to her home and you went gladly, you sat on the couch nervously, the tension between the both of you rising, she fetches you a class of water and you drink it, she plops down next to you on the couch.

You both had planned to watch a movie and she put on a mediocre TV show that was neither good nor bad, you felt her place her hand on your thigh, drawing circles on it, you tried not to let it bother you, but it travelled further near you core.

You involuntary clenched your thights shut when her hand grazed over your clothed cunt, you were wearing a short skirt. She turns her gaze over to you and you breathe heavily.

She pushes you back against the couch before getting on of top you, bending down to kiss you as her hands travelled up your shirt and pulled it upwards, groping your tits in both her hands, giving them a tight squeeze before playing with the nipple.

She broke away the kiss and trailed kises downwarda towards your breasts before she took one of your breasts in her mouth, you whined when you felt her teeth nip at your stiffened peak, you cradled her head against your tit, hands in her dark locks of hair as she stared at you with her emeralf green eyes.

She let goes of your breast with a pop before moving down, discarding you of all your clothes until you were completely bare, she did the same, ridding herself of her clothes before she went further down.

She placed wet kisses on your thighs before she dived in your dripping cunt, her tongue licking in long strides, sucking on your clit, your hands gripped her head, pushing her head to be as close as possible, you grinded your hips against her face.

She moaned against you, vibrations shot up your body, she dragged her tongue up and down before taking in your clit in her mouth once again as her hands parted your thighs even further.

You felt a building up tension in your core as she continued her ministations, your nipples hard from arousal, she pulled away before spitting on your cunt and devouring you again, it was filthy, but oh gods it was so good.

You moaned her name out loud when you felt the coil in your core snap, body trembling as the orgasm hit you in waves, she pulled away before switching positions.

She lined her cunt up against yours, your leg thrown over her shoulded before she rutted against your cunt, your clits rubbing against one another, you moaned from the overstimulation.

She fastened her pace, nearing her orgasm as well before she came too, moaning your name loudly, her head dipped down you take your nipple in her mouth, she suckled on it.

You got bold and switched positions, being on top of her, you trailed kisses down her pale and milky skin, to her breasts before you suckled on it, closing your eyes in content, your hand travelled to her dripping folds.

You rubbed her clit before dipping two long fingers into her awaiting cunt, she whined when you shoved your fingers inside of her, you slowly started thrusting them in and out, leaving her tits with a pop to look down as her cunt engulfs your fingers, you groan at sight.

“M-mommy look at you.” those words escaped your mouth before you can stop them, you felt embarassed but alys didn't say anything, she just smirk before caressing your face, “Does my babygirl enjoy when her mommy is pleased?” she asks and you nod eagerly. Hands speeding up, she throws her head back.

“F-fuck I'm so close baby- keep going like for mommy yeah?” she pants and you obey her, she let's out a lewd moan when she cums all over your hands, you pull your fingers out before looking at her, she looks at you through narrowed eyes and you put those fingers in your mouth sucking on her juices, she gives you a content smirk at that.

She presses her lips to you and you both end up in a late make out session, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, your naked bodies entangled, “Gods, you're so beautiful.” she murmers, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“what the fuck.” your head snaps to the voice and you're shocked, it was Aemond, who was looking at you both wide eyed, shocked at your state.

Alys forgot to lock the door.

You and Alys look at each other before staring at him intensely, alys helps you dress up and she dresses up too, Aemond waits there awkwardly.

“Uh- I'm sorry.” is the first thing he says, likely understanding that you both had figured out about his antics, alys sits there, arms crossed and she gives you a nod.

You go up to Aemond, he looks at you, expecting you to forgive him, but you punch him in the face. He's shocked and falls back, “We're over.” you spit venomously.

“So are we, if we were ever a thing.” Alys speaks up, before making her way over to you and pushes Aemond out before slamming the door in his face and locking it.

She turns to you and you both burst out laughing.

And soon enough, you and her began dating.

You both move out of your old places and move into a new apartment, blocking Aemond and changing your numbers so he stops pestering you guys, he still has your insta and he sends various dms to you through multiple accounts but you just block them, and soon enough, they stop.

Alys told you about her passion for witchcraft, how she casts protection spells, and how much firmly she believes in it, you listen to her talk about it with a smile on your face, and she does the same when you talk about the things you are passionate about.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 7

This story is just coming right along. I've decided that it is split into three acts. The Arrangement, The Turn, and The Embrace. The first is about Steve adjusting to his new life. The second is thinking he needs to get out of the situation. And lastly the third is about finding acceptance and love with Eddie.

Yesterday for WIP Wednesday, I finished act 1. I figure if I pace this right, each act will be roughly ten chapters. But we'll see.

In this Eddie is sweet as always, Steve goes clothes shopping, and Chrissy misunderstands what Steve is trying to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Steve woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He looked at the clock on the nightstand blearily. It was a little after nine am.

The knocking began again and he got unsteadily to his feet and wandered over to the door. He opened it.

Behind the door was a porter. “My apologies for the rude awakening, sir. But this came for you, marked ‘Urgent’.”

In the porter’s hands was a small box. Steve nodded and took the box. He set it on the side table and grabbed his wallet. He tipped the porter and grunted his thanks before slamming the door.

He trotted back over to the bed and flopped face first back into his pillows.

The next time he awoke it was more naturally, and closer to 10:30am than 9am. He rolled over on his back with a sigh. He’d missed breakfast, but he didn’t mind. He was tired. Just the feeling of nothingness clung to his chest like a heavy blanket.

He sat up and spotted the box. He picked it up and padded over to the desk. He looked around it for a moment and to his delight he found a letter opener.

“Thank god, for fussy hotels,” he murmured as he used the letter opener to open the box. He set the letter opener down and then took the box over to the sofa. He loved comfy it was despite it being black in color.

He pulled at the packaging to reveal a pair of designer sunglasses. Steve smiled as he pulled it out. Eddie must have thought of it when he heard Steve’s message about his day. All the driving around he did.

He picked up the phone and called Eddie.

“Hey, little Canary,” Eddie purred. “Did you sleep well?”

“Nearly,” Steve said with a hint of smile in his tone. “I got this urgent package from this hot rich guy that the front desk just had to wake me up for.”

“Whoops!” Eddie said, chagrin. “I didn’t think it would get there until this afternoon, sweetheart.”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, I was able to go right back to sleep. Even remembered to tip the porter.”

“All’s well that end’s well,” Eddie said softly.

They talked for a bit before Steve said, “Oh, I was meaning to ask you. I have something I wanted to send to you. Is there an address or something I can send it to, to make sure you get it?”

“Aww...little Canary,” Eddie teased back, “you don’t have to send me anything. I like buying you things.”

“Oh I know,” Steve replied. “But I think you’ll really get a kick out this one, though.”

“Sure thing, baby,” Eddie said. “I’ll talk to Chrissy and she’ll give you a call with the information. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect, Eddie,” Steve murmured.

“What are your plans for today?”

Steve licked his lips as he thought about it. “Probably some clothes shopping now that I have this fancy black card to splash around.”

Eddie laughed. “You do that, baby. Just tell me which stores you’re going to so I can make sure they’re warned ahead of time about the card. Places like that are super weird about new people coming in with that kind of cash.”

“Ooh...” Steve said with a grimace. “Yeah, I saw that happen once. This woman had won the lottery or something and she came into the shop when I was there with my mom. The sales woman was absolute horrid to her and chased her out. My mom threw the newspaper on the counter and walked out. The front page had the picture of the woman and her three million dollar prize check. It was one of the few times I ever saw my mom do something remotely nice like that.”

After they hung up, Steve got up grabbed the box of truffles. He took a couple out to the box to eat while he gather up his things for a shower. He thought about hitting the gym again, but he wasn’t sure if the pink bitch was still here and he wanted to avoid her like the plague. And while he knew he could swim instead, he decided to take the day off.

Yesterday had been rough and he wanted to do a little bit of retail therapy.

Steve got dressed in his most high end clothing he had and made his way out to his car. Which he knew would be another indicator that he had come from money. His new wallet was designer, just like his new sunglasses.

He primped in the mirror a little to make sure every hair was in place and then he gathered all his stuff and made for his car.

He pulled up to the row of boutiques his mother used to frequent before she started getting her clothes from Paris and Milan. Steve personally thought these places had better quality stuff, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

He walked into the first boutique and looked around. He kept his sunglasses on until one of the sales women came up to him. Then he lifted him and set them on top of his head. He smiled at her brightly.

“Welcome to Le Chique!” she said cheerily. “How can I help you today?” She was dressed smartly in a knee length pencil skirt and cream silk blouse. She wore high heeled pumps and had her hair pulled back into a tight bun.

“Hi,” Steve greeted back. “I’m just looking to update my wardrobe. Get a little more of an adult style.”

He could see the fucking dollar signs lit up behind her eyes. She clapped her hands together and rubbed them greedily.

“Right this way,” she said, waving her arm in front of her and Steve stepped forward, further into the store. “I’m Olivia and I’ll be happy to assist you today.”

Steve tried on so many clothes he thought his head was going to spin. But never once did Olivia falter. He finally got an updated look. It was similar to what he usually wore with the jeans and polos. But he also got button down shirts and tailored slacks and pants. Everything that fit went with him and everything else that needed to be tailored would be picked up by a PA of Eddie’s and brought to the hotel.

In fact when he got back to the hotel, the mysterious PA had struck again. On his bed was a large box. As he got closer he could see it was from the shop he was at earlier today.

He didn’t know what it could be. He had everything he wanted from the shop. He had even gotten help carrying all his bags up the hotel room by a couple of porters, both of whom Steve tipped well. He kept an eye on the package the whole time he took off the tags and put away his clothes in the dresser and closet.

Once Steve was done he walked over to the package a tad warily. He knew it had come from Eddie. There was no one else it could have come from. He undid the silk ribbon and pulled it off gently. He lifted the lid and set it to the side. He then moved the tissue paper out of the way.

Inside was the most beautiful cream colored suit he had ever seen. He opened the jacket touched the black silk lining. Sticking out of the pocket of the breast pocket was a note. He pulled it out. In the loopy handwriting of the sales woman were the words, “I wanted to get you something special. I hope you’ll wear this for me when I get back to Hawkins.”

Steve shook his head, smiling fondly. He walked over to the phone and called Eddie. He bounced on the bed as it rang through.

“Hey, little Canary,” Eddie purred. “How was your shopping trip?”

“It was marvelous,” Steve giggled. “Though if you want me calling you at times other then when you buy presents, you’re going to have slow up a bit. It’s gorgeous, by the way.”

Eddie laughed. “You got me there, hon. But I’m glad you like the suit. I wanted to surprise you with it. I when I called about the card earlier, I told them that once they got your measurements to set it aside.”

“How did it get here before I did?” Steve asked, twirling the cord around his finger.

“See, I knew you would have a lot of clothes and couldn’t carry it up yourself, so I just made sure to have my little elf slip in while you were dealing with the porters.”

“Sneaky!” he crowed. “I love it. I even bought the perfect shirt to go with it. It’s black and grey in kind of watercolor like stripes. Add a black pocket square and some nice shoes I bought and I’d be the talk of the town.”

“Well you’re already the talk of my world,” Eddie murmured, causing Steve to blush dark red. “Have you eaten yet, little Canary?”

Damn. Steve knew he had forgotten something.

“No...” he whined. “I just got so excited about shopping that it slipped my mind.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll have dinner sent up to you. I think you’ll really like their hamburgers.”

Steve smiled at that. He had gone out to Benny’s to get a good burger, and they had them here. “Sounds good.”

They talked for a little bit more before Eddie had to go so that he could order Steve dinner, so they said their goodbyes and hung up.

Steve decided to take a shower while he was waiting on his food. He gathered up his things including his new hair products he bought yesterday.

He got undressed and turned on the hot water, letting the steam fill the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at every angle of his face and had to admit that he actually looked happy. And wasn’t that a fucking trip.

He had thought he was happy before all this. Yeah, sure his dad was a jerk and his mom was useless, but he had friends, money, a car. Hell, he even had a boyfriend in this backwater hick town.

And then it all fell apart.

He hated how all his friends scattered the second the chips were down. He hated how Tommy turned tail and didn’t even try to take Steve with him. He had no doubt that soon enough the town would be all a twitter about Tommy and Carol and how cute they were together.

It was all bullshit.

The only people that cared about him were the people that would get hurt the most by all this and Steve was determined to keep them out of it.

Just before he got into the shower, the phone rang.

He let out a sigh and went to go answer it. There were only three people who had his number, Eddie, Dustin, and Eddie’s manager, Chrissy. All people Steve didn’t want to leave hanging.

“Hello?” he greeted.

“Steve?” a cool female voice asked. “This is Chrissy, Corroded Coffin’s manager. I understand you wanted to send Eddie something?”

“Oh!” Steve cried. “Yes, thank you for getting back to me so soon. Yeah, it’s not very big, say about the size of a 3x5 picture frame?” He hurried over to the desk, dragging the phone and stretching its cord to the limit to pull out a pen and some hotel stationary.

She hummed. “It’s not, risque is it?”

He laughed. “What? No! It’s nothing like that I promise.”

“Okay,” Chrissy said skeptically. “We have people opening packages before they get sent to the band so don’t send anything you don’t want a total stranger to see.”

“I promise it will mean absolutely nothing to the poor soul that opens their mail,” he informed her, “but he will absolutely get a kick out of it.”

Steve could tell she was still leery about it, but he wasn’t going to ruin the surprise.

She let out a sigh. “Fine. Here’s the address to send it to.” She rattled off an address and Steve dutifully wrote it down. “By the time it gets there, they should be back in LA, so it’ll go to their main mail box.”

He wrote band PO Box over the address and underlined it. “Great, thanks.”

“Now do you need anything else that isn’t their personal information?” she huffed.

Steve winced, he could tell she wasn’t happy being Eddie’s errand girl and by extension, his.

“No,” he said, “Just that. It’s just a small token that I think he’d like.”

“All right,” she said. “Good evening.”

“Good evening!” he chirped back.

Once she had hung up, Steve shook his head. He knew it was her job to to look out for the band. But it wasn’t that big of deal. What she think she was going to do send his dirty panties to the guy?

Not!

He looked down at himself and sighed. He had carried that whole conversation completely naked. He padded back to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

He stepped under the stream of water and let it soothe him. He was still smarting a little from Chrissy’s attitude. She seemed friendly enough at the bar and genuinely wanted to see Eddie and Steve hit it off.

But something between then and now she had completely soured on him. That was a problem for future Steve, though. Right now in this moment he was going to enjoy his shower, watch some TV and enjoy the burger Eddie was having sent up.

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Kinktober D11: Tracklist - Han Jisung

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Stray Kids Masterlist

Pairing:  Han Jisung x Producer! GN Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jisung sends you his completed tracklist at 3am hoping for input, only there was something unexpected on the list instead.

Warnings: Masturbation, audio sex, dirty talk, cursing, switch themes.

Word Count: 1075

Your phone pinging at 3am was not something that was unfamiliar to you considering you worked as a producer, especially since you started to work with 3racha more frequently. Jisung especially messaged you at all sorts of odd hours with files that he had just perfected and wanted your feedback on. Yet, the noise being this relentless was uncommon and with a sigh you rolled over to pick up the phone. 

Sungie: Just finished the last of the tracks. Sended them to you in what I think would be the best order. Whenever you get a sec let me know what you think. 

* 9 files attached *

You put your phone back down and roll over to get a couple more hours of sleep seeing as how he didn’t need you for anything urgent. Nearly falling asleep until your brain processes a detail. It said nine files were attached, but you and Jisung had only discussed and worked on eight tracks. The thought of this mystery track had you almost entirely awake now, though you still opted to go downstairs and turn on the coffee machine first. After all, if you were going to seriously comprehend his work you needed to be fully mentally coherent. You only grew more inquisitive as you noticed the way the file was named in comparison to the others. Most having been labeled with the tentative titles for the said track. Whereas the ninth and mystery file was only labeled with a date, said date being 23.09.16, the day after you and Jisung had toiled relentlessly through a whole night to perfect the one track.  Still you had to listen to the tracks in order to truly understand what Jisung wanted to express and so it would have to wait for last. 

By the time you had gone through the other tracks you were already down a cup of coffee and had notes written to share with Jisung when you saw him later on today.  Deciding to refill your cup before finally curbing the interest that had been clawing away at your insides. Though to say it was not what you were expecting would be an understatement, nearly spitting out your coffee as soon as the first sound came through your phone speaker. A soft moan followed by the sounds of Jisung’s hand working on his cock, wet from what though your imagination could only determine.

“Fuck the things I want to do to Y/N. The way their eyes light up when something goes right is just so cute but it turns me on so fucking much. I was so hard all day yesterday that all I could think about was fucking them until we’re both just a dumb messy puddle. I don’t know how I survived the whole night… how they didn’t notice.” 

Your breath hitches thinking back to that night and how you truly didn’t notice, but the thought of him spending all that time thinking about doing such scandalous things to you made your body feel as though it were on fire now. Feeling ridiculously turned on as he lost himself in broken moans for a few moments, pace quickening before he continued to spew utter filth once more.

“I wonder all the time if they would let me bend them over the desk and make them cum over and over until they can’t anymore. I’d even keep going until I can’t anymore either, but fuck I’d be so disappointed at not being able to look into their eyes as they fall apart. I bet they’d roll back all pretty… I wonder if… god… fuck… I wonder if they would droll feeling my cock inside of them.” 

Your head was thrown back at the thought, moaning as you rub your hands down your face. Half considering that perhaps you are dreaming all this up, but you knew that there was no way that was the case right now. You were half tempted to take care of your own needs at this moment, but were afraid that might spoil the fun. 

“ Or maybe… fuck, just maybe… they’re into being in charge. Maybe I’ll be the one bent over the desk reduced to tears… the one that they have begging and begging until I can’t anymore… and fuck if their heavenly voice called me their good boy I think I would cum on the fucking spot.” 

You gasped, hearing how that thought seems to turn him on even more, making his moans more gaspy as he only works faster. Quick to bring himself to the edge only a few moments later with shattered moans of your name and soft little promises of being good for you.

“Fuck I don’t know the last time I came that hard. It’s fucking everywhere.” He chuckles to himself before the track stops with the softest whisper of, “I’m so fucking obsessed with them.” 

You’re scrambling out of your seat the second it’s over, grabbing your things as quickly as humanly possible and rushing out the door. Knowing that the chances of Jisung having left the studio since sending you those were slim to none and so you found yourself on the way there now. Rushing up the stairs to the door and punching in the familiar code so hard you’re worried you might break some of the buttons. Though once inside you turn the lock making him look at you wide eyed and head tilted in confusion.

“I’m obsessed with you too idiot.” Your words only confuse him further, watching as his eyes widen even more and you find yourself snickering at the sight, “Look at the last track you sent.”

Jisung is quick to grab his phone and open up the messages, face turning red in a matter of seconds, “Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry! Fuck, I didn’t mean too!”

You find yourself actually laughing a little until you take in how his eyes tear up a little in embarrassment, “Relax Sungie, didn’t you hear me? I’m obsessed with you too.”

He sniffles up at you a little misty eyed but calming down slightly, “You are?”

You bite your lip and the sight and nod, “Besides aren’t you curious?”

“Curious about what?” The innocent little puppy-like tilt is back now along with his question and it only makes you smirk as he walks right into your trap.

“About which version of me from your little fantasies is reality.”

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Reactions to Young Master Shield's Chapter 209

TL;DR - Lily worries about failure and disappointing her family. Everyone reassures and supports her. Cale meets academy staff and is overwhelmed by the welcome. Effric keeps saying stuff that makes Cale embarrassed. Sui and Alberu laughing at Cale's situation. A wanderer gatecrashes the event.

Lily's Worries The first quarter of the chapter was about Lily. She was happy that her brothers were attending, but also worried about her future. Like what if she failed? Fortunately, everyone was supportive of her.

CH said with a sincere and gentle smile that he couldn't study and was bad at it. Basen told her that he was bad at swordsmanship. And Cale told her that it was fine to fail. Her family would not be disappointed in her even if she failed. Awww~ 🥰

Effric's "Attacks" on Cale The entire chapter after Lily's part was so hilarious. Effric, the president of Roan Academy, dealt several blows on Cale that made him feel so embarrassed. And Raon's comments that his human's eyes kept shaking added to the fun. 😂

Effric: *bows at a 90 degree angle* It's an honor to meet you, LORD CALE! Cale: ... Various deans from other departments: IT'S AN HONOR TO MEET YOU! Raon: Human, your eyes are shaking! Effric: A lot of people wanted to hear your speech, and we barely managed to reduce it from the tens of thousands who wanted to. Cale: (Huh? How many thousands?!) Effric: We cleared all schedules today for your speech! Hahaha! Raon: Human, your eyes keep shaking! Effric: I'm sure you'll be a great role model for the students. And for us adults too! Hahaha! Raon: Human, why is your smile like a shrivelled persimmon? Effric: I am looking forward to it, Lord Cale. No, Commander Cale. Hahaha! Cale: ...Yes... I'll do my best...

Cale: *sees the academy plaza* Effric: What's the matter? Cale: It reminds me of the capital's plaza. Effric: You're right. It was modeled after the capital's plaza. Cale: *freezes* Effric: *smiles* I guess you remember that time. Cale: ...Pardon? Effric: Where the legend began. Cale: *freezes again* Effric: *talks more about Cale's shield legend in the capital plaza* Cale: *awkward smile*

Embarrassed Cale Next part was funny. The way to the podium had a red carpet laid on it, and Cale felt embarrassed walking on it while thousands of eyes were watching him. Raon's comments weren't helping him either, especially the one about how Sui kept laughing for some strange reason. Cale could only mentally curse and hold it in. 😂

Cale was dressed in his black commander uniform, so the students were very excited. And when Cale met eyes with a knight student, the "Shield" chant began and spread all over the plaza. Cale was embarrassed again, and Raon made it even funnier again.

Raon said that Alberu had arrived and was laughing out loud at Cale... 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Cale... 🤣🤣🤣

We did get some thoughts on Cale about his past. His KRS self found school life as dull, and he found speeches boring, so he decided to keep his speech short. And also a line about original Cale not having gone to school because he was busy acting like a trash.

Speech Curse is Real We were all expecting the speech, right? Unfortunately, Cale's speech curse is back! 😂 Anyway, we find out that CJS actually headed back to report to GoD after his time on the Central Plains. Cale had messaged GoD, asking to send CJS and reporting about his finding of the Five-Colored Bloods being like wanderers, but GoD ghosted him... 😂

As for the speech curse...

Cale to the students: Nice to meet you. Raon: Human, CJS is here! Cale: (Okay, I just greeted them...what now?) Raon: CJS said it was urgent! He said he could sense another wanderer nearby! Water AP: The sky is strange. Cale: *looks up the sky and sees an incoming black dot* Cale: (Is that a person? A wanderer? No, why is this always happening to me?) Cale: Damn it.

Ending Remarks I loved today's chapter. Reading about an embarrassed Cale is so fun~! 😂 And the speech curse at the end! 🤣🤣🤣 Given the chapter title, I guess we'll see the return of Cale's shield legend next chapter. I can't wait for Friday to come!

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Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.  

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

[telvannitea]

pairing: horangi x fem!reader

notes: 18+ mdni, part 2 to this, as always with anything i write with horangi - please excuse my korean

wc: 1.7k

Anytime KorTac deploys with the 141, an avalanche of work follows. As much as you lovingly respect (and fear) Kate Laswell, if she sends one more ‘urgent’ message to your inbox, you might just scream. You need nothing less than a hot bath and a nightcap.

You’re all packed up, ready to turn off the lights in your office and head home, when your phone vibrates in your pocket. You deflate with a long-suffering sigh. Only one person texts you on your personal cell while you’re on base. You count to three before you check your messages.

쓰레기 (6:33 pm)

뭐해

*what are you doing

Nononono, your inner voice of reason screams at you. You don’t have time for this bullshit today. Get your shit and get the fuck out of there. Now.

you are typing…

Me (6:34 pm)

ㄲㅈ

*go away/fuck off (shorthand)

Halfway down the hall, heading to the elevator, you pause. Past experience has taught you that Horangi is incessant – giving him the cold shoulder only emboldens him. You know for a fact that he’s on his way to find you at this very moment. You glance at the door leading to the stairway, unsure of how to avoid a tiger on the hunt. 

If he corners you in the elevator, you’re done for.

Fuck it, you decide, pulling the door open with more force than necessary, aggravated that you have to go out of your way to avoid a man. A roguishly handsome man with a sinful tongue, you recall with heat on your face.

“Inconsiderate prick,” you huff to yourself, thankful you chose to wear boots today as you stomp down the concrete steps. For weeks he had you charmed, so eager to give you pleasure rather than receive it, and you let him, every single time. You might still be if you hadn’t passed by the mess that day, hadn’t heard Horangi brag to his fellow soldiers how he had you wrapped around his finger. He described every filthy little thing that made you whimper and keen for him, the smugness in his voice unmistakable, goading the rest on to “try her out yourself”. The shame roars in your ears just thinking about it.

He avoided you for a while after that. Everyone did – even poor König, who had done his best to ensure that your transition into KorTac went smoothly. The primal fury that became your mask every time someone so much as breathed in your direction kept them all away. Nobody was going to drive you away from a paycheck, no matter how much of an asshole they were. You were content to stew in your hatred and frustration, waiting for the first chance to take a well-deserved vacation.

But Kim Hongjin’s ego wouldn’t allow this. Unread text messages and unanswered calls (why did you unblock his number?) preceded the gifts, waiting for you in your office when you came in nearly every morning, despite your firm habit of locking the door behind you. To his credit, the gifts were thoughtful: homemade meals (you didn’t even know he cooked, what the hell), an entire book series you had mentioned in passing, new office furniture, the list went on and on. He was bribing you, plain and simple, and doing a damn good job of it.

You reach the ground floor and propel yourself out into the back entrance hall. To your satisfaction, the only ones present are a gaggle of rookies that disperse at your determined approach. Just a few more steps and you’ll be out in the parking lot, in your car and home free. 

A broad shadow cast by the overhead light menaces in your peripheral.

I swear to fucking god, I will go to jail today-

“If you need something, sir, it will have to wait until tomorrow. I’m off-duty.” Your voice is hollow steel. The tiger approaches carefully, footsteps barely audible. You don’t move a muscle, hand poised over the doorknob. 

Just leave! Nothing he has to say is worth hearing.

It’s too late. A hand lands on the door, preventing you from opening it. Thankfully, you don’t flinch, even though his bare forearm is close enough to your face that you can count the pores. He breathes your name against the back of your neck. Your body betrays you, instinctively melting under the rough timbre of his voice.

“Look at me, 자기야.” He begs. You grit your teeth.

“Don’t call me that.” Asshole.

“제발,” he begs, again. Eventually, you turn, keeping your gaze on his masked chin, your expression frosty.

“This is hardly the place for a private conversation…” you trail off because Horangi drops to his knees and pulls his mask down, revealing the puckered scar that flares across his left cheek, the same scar you’ve left shining with your release.

Stop it, you hiss to yourself.

“What I said was unforgivable,” he rasps, like the words hurt to leave his throat. “I betrayed you, disrespected you.” His hands come up and grasp the back of your knees, right under the hem of your skirt. This is a side of Horangi you’ve never seen – defeated, regretful. His eyes glisten. Is he…?

“My ego should have never come before your feelings. I will do anything to prove myself to you. To prove that you can trust me. 용서해주세요. Please.” The tears are falling in earnest now, yet he never breaks eye contact.

You stare back, bewildered. The weight of his sincerity, and the implications behind it, are collapsing on you. Why do you care so much? You want to ask. He made you come a handful of times, that was it; you meant nothing to each other beyond that.

“괜찮아,” you croak, throat dry and tight. “It’s okay,” you repeat. “Hongjin, you don’t have to do this.”

He’s on his feet in an instant, cradling your face in his hands. Gently, reverently, he swipes a thumb across your bottom lip. Asking for permission, you realize. You pull him in by his tight shirt, seeking his mouth. He chokes back a moan before curling his tongue between your lips, insistent hands roaming, groping underneath your chest, at the back of your thighs. He settles on the curve of your backside, thick fingers branding you through the fabric of your skirt, and pushes your hips into his. The full length of him is pressed against your stomach, twitching in his cargo pants. 

“Don’t go home yet,” Hongjin breathes against your lips, slowly rutting himself against you in a torturous cycle. “Stay with me.” He wraps a heavy hand around the back of your neck, tilting your head up to meet his wet puppy dog eyes, blown wide with emotion. “Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll give it to you any way you want.” You can only bleed out a pathetic whimper in response.

The logical part of you, the side of you that you pride on keeping at the forefront throughout your day-to-day activities, is shrieking at you that sex immediately after a shameless slut like Horangi pours his heart out to you is definitely not the best course of action. Meanwhile, the hedonist that lurks just over your shoulder is reminding you of the very thick and very hard dick eagerly waiting for you.

Your core clenches around nothing, and you make your decision.

Three orgasms later, you’re slumped face down on Horangi’s bunk, desperate and panting, bare body covered in sweat. Your tiger is a liar - he has yet to give you what you really want, what you’ve been craving since he hunted you down.

“Hongjin, please, please just fuck me already,” you beg, lifting your ass and presenting your aching cunt, glistening with his spit and your release. You were deluded to believe that Horangi, ravenous Horangi, would have mercy on you.

The bastard laughs lowly, trailing his fingers down your arched back. “Have to make sure you’re wet enough for me,” he coos down at you. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t-”

He pushes a thumb into the tight ring of your ass, shutting you up.

“You like that, hmm?” He mumbles, enraptured by the fluttering of your pussy while he plays with your other hole. Your ears catch the clink of a belt coming undone and you can’t help it, you moan and perk your ass out more, taking his thumb right to the base.

“Shit-” Horangi hisses. He shoves his pants and briefs down just far enough to pull out his cock, moving his hands to angle your hips just right. “You are on the pill, right?”

You barely squeak out an answer before he’s gliding in, branding you from the inside out with his rigid heat. You wail at the stretch, reaching out to grip the sheets, “Fuuuuck.” 

Horangi’s grip on you tightens. “Don’t start running now,” he warns and then he’s pumping you into you, wide hips bouncing off the curve of your ass. He isn’t gentle - fingers hooking into the flesh of your hips, burying you into his mattress with each jarring thrust but you scream out your ecstacy all the same. Fuck it if the whole base can hear you vocalizing like a possessed whore. Horangi is hitting spots that haven’t been touched in months, ruining you in real time. You’re already close, sensitive from your earlier orgasms.

You turn to look back, staring directly at Horangi. “기본 좋아,” you whine, wiggling your hips. It has the desired effect - his hand flies up, pinning your head to the bed. He huffs like a beast, thrusts punishing you into a prone position, your clit fluttering against the sheets.

“어디로 할래?” Horangi asks, voice wrecked, movements growing jerky, erratic. He twirls a nipple between his fingers when you don't answer fast enough. “말해봐.”

“In-fuck, inside, please!”

Your walls flutter and pulse around him, milking his cock for every drop, relishing the warmth settling inside you.

It surprises you when Horangi rolls you onto your side, softening dick still burrowed in you, and pulls you close, nuzzling into your hair.

“Fuck, that was good,” he sighs, absentmindedly petting your stomach. You can feel his mess leaking out of you onto the sheets. You grumble about a shower but he just laughs, twining your legs between his.

“나중에,” he promises.

translations:

자기야 = honey/dear 제발 = please (desperate/urgent) 용서해주세요 = please forgive me 괜찮아 = it's okay 기본 좋아 = it feels good 어디로 할래 = where do you want it? 말해봐 = tell me/say it 나중에 = later

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny with a message.

Master and kitten dynamic AltDes complete with collar

Edit: I forgot to include this ask in this one as well TTATT

The catboy!Desmond ask, the Desmond hates baths sequel, additional ideas of catboy!Desmond, catboy Desmond with a cat bell and the “How did Desmond get his bell?” idea for those unfamiliar with it. The above is more or less EziDes so we’re going to focus on an AltDes version for this one.

I don’t know how graphic this could be considered so I’m just gonna hide it here just to be sure.

There were many incidents that could be filed to the mental folder called ‘things Desmond Miles is embarrassed remembering’.

Hell.

It’s actually more accurate to call it a large hole though than just a folder.

There were too many things Desmond didn’t want to remember because of how embarrassing they had been.

This current situation…

… was definitely high up there.

“You’ve been working hard today, haven’t you, my Desmond?”

Desmond couldn’t even answer Altaïr, his entire body having turned to putty already. His entire body continued to vibrate, a distinct purring sound leaving his lips as he tilted his head. He shivered as he felt Altaïr’s hand caress the side of his neck, slowly making its way towards his chin.

His entire face felt hot.

His body trembled.

His lips parted, letting out a soft gasp that was quickly drowned at by the embarrassing sounds more feline than human that left his lips.

Above him, Altaïr’s lips curved into a small smile.

“How should I reward you today…” Altaïr mused as his fingers moved lower. Desmond arched his back when he felt Altaïr’s fingers caressed his Adam’s Apple before his point finger curled around the padded collar around his neck.

“Maybe we should play for a bit?” Altaïr asked and Desmond’s ears twitched, a surprised gasp leaving his lips when he felt Altaïr tug his collar.

“Maybe you should do that in your room instead of your office?”

Desmond jumped off the table and hid underneath, ears flattening against his head as his entire face turned red.

“Malik.” Altaïr greeted as he sat back on his chair, casually rearranging the papers and scrolls that have been pushed aside earlier.

“Mentor.” Only Malik would be able to add so much disappointment in one word and Desmond’s tail curled around his leg as he was left mortified by being seen in such a state.

Sure, they still had their clothes on but there was no way anyone would have mistaken what they were doing.

Desmond didn’t even know he could freaking purr of all things!

Oh god.

Altaïr was going to use this to his advantage.

Desmond just-

Desmond’s breath hitched, his legs instinctively opening at the feeling of Altaïr’s boot pressing against his groin.

“The Rafiq of Acre sent an urgent message.” Malik started and Desmond covered his mouth with both of his hands to try and muffle his purring as Altaïr kept a steady pressure between his legs, “There have been signs of strange crusader activities in Acre. None of the informants seemed to know what’s happening-”

Unable to stop himself, Desmond began to rut against Altaïr’s boot, tears forming in his eyes.

Malik paused for a moment before sighing as he reminded them with gritted teeth, “I can still see you, Desmond. The desk doesn’t have a cover.”

Desmond froze for a moment, the heat of his body turning cold from embarrassment.

“I will allow you to watch, Malik.” Altaïr said as he pushed his boot against Desmond’s crotch, making Desmond let out a small squeaky sound that surprised Desmond himself, “But only watch.”

“Thank you but no thank you. Just…” Malik rubbed the side of his head as he said with gritted teeth, “Do your job, Altaïr.”

“I am doing my job.” Altaïr replied calmly, “Both as a mentor and…

“As a master.”

[ereami0]

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[ruanais]

-> ☆—I LOVE YOU-! (please confess to me first)

☆—RECIPE : who heard of the Archon of Fontaine being lovestruck? How absurd! Unfortunately, this is the case! So she must make you, her dear friend fall for her first and be the one to confess!

☆—FROSTING: gn reader, furina and reader being flustered, baker! Reader, tons and loads of fluffy fluff (I’m spoiling myself ٩( ᐛ )و struggling to not make this angst ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡) 2nd pov btw!! reader is implied having a crush on Furina, furina’s lovestruck <3

“I HOPE these are to your liking, Furina!” You said, holding out a tray filled with slices of cake, macaroons, cream puffs, coffee, pudding, and a cup of tea.

“whoa! You made them all by yourself?” A shining Furina clasped her hands together. Getting up from her chair and walking to where you are, pulling your arm to a small table, purely reserved for visitors to sit and chat.

“Ahaha, I got mademoiselle Navia’s help, so she took part as well!” You laughed, setting the tray and then taking a sit. “There’s soo much today!” She exclaimed, obviously excited to dig in.

“Come on, hurry! Pour me some tea!” “Yes, yes.” You nodded your head and reached for the teapot, not noticing Furina staring at you adoringly, a slight tint of red on her face.

Oh! How can she, the magnificent God of Justice, the Archon of Fontaine ever confess? Of course she won’t! She’ll make you fall for her instead! And you’ll be the one to confess first! To save her pride, of course.

“Furina? Hello?” Your voice snapped her out of her daze, instantly sitting back up straight again and accepted the cup of tea you offered to her.

“daydreaming again huh?” You chuckled. “You’ll need to stop doing that all the time y’know?” As you hit her on the head lightly as you could but still earned a “ow!” From her.

As she munched on her cake, you poured yourself another cup of tea and cut a slice of cake.

it was quite the funny sight. The God of Justice blushing huffing while inhaling her cake and you eating your cake normally while beaming at Furina.

After you finished your cake, you rested your head on her hand and this time, you were the one to stare.

“hey! [name], are you that shameless? staring at my heavenly beauty arent you?”

Furina smirked as you smiled slightly before agreeing. And while in her stupefied state, you leaned forward and used a napkin to wipe off the frosting on her cheeks, not realising you two were very, very, very close.

Only after you finished wiping away the frosting, did you realise the close distance between you two.

“a-ah. Furina-“

“Mademoiselle Furina! I have urgent news…” a courier trailed off, seeing the intimacy between you two and totally getting the wrong idea.

“This is not what is looks like-“ you rushed to explain but unfortunately (fortunately) our dear Furina saw the chance to make you flustered, cut you off.

“-this is exactly! What it looks like!” She announced, a gleam in her eyes as you stared at her dumbfounded. “…huh?”

ah yes, but let’s not forget about the courier. Standing there confused, he got the message that his Archon wanted to send and hurriedly apologised and slammed the door shut. Leaving you bright red and flustered and Furina proud and her ego once more filled to the brim.

that is, before she realised how fucking cringe that was. ‘Ahhhhhh!! How could I ever say that?!?!?! What would [name] think of me now???” Butterflies irrupting in her stomach and a red face to match, safe to say. She felt like a utter fool.

after staying in that position like statues, (and idiots) the two of you returned back to your normal state (almost. Since the embarrassment was too much-)

ehehe..let’s skip to the next day shall we, dear reader?

you were on a walk, admiring the pretty flowers and trees that grew as yesterday’s past events kept replaying in your mind.

”ehh…it was probably nothing right? Furina wouldn’t say things like that. Yeah. It’s probably a joke..totally..mhm. Mhm. You’re totally overthinking this shit.” You muttered, thoughts racing in your mind until you heard some ladies gossip.

“Did you hear? Lady Furina is with MX. [name]!” “Huh? When did you hear this?” “Just a few hours ago! Apparently a courier walked in them having a moment.” “Ahhhh! How embarrassing!” “I’d say that the courier was more embarrassed…”

Okay. You did not. Expect this at all. Rumours…really do get around quickly huh?

You sighed, a tinest hint of a smile appeared on your lips. You…actually didn’t really mind the rumours. A warm feeling in your chest spread as you headed towards home ready to make pastries again.

you’ll tell her when you get the chance.

Rua’s extra notes: yes, yes! So in the end, Furina got what she wanted!! Reader ends up confessing first :D

Reblogs are appreciated!! @ruanais2023 do not repost, translate without permission

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[seungmin-mongmong]

A Stupid Bet

pairing: seungmin x fem.reader

warnings: degrading, unprotected sex, names (whore, slut, brat), slight cussing, edging, fingering, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling

Seungmin always liked to make challenges and bets with you. Mostly because he always won, but he just loved seeing you struggle to keep the bet.

This time, the rules for the bet were; no touching yourself, and no sex. It was weird, since you and Seungmin liked to watch movies toghether, cuddle, and end up in the bedroom. But now, watching movies were so boring. It has been 5 days, and its almost the weekend, and you’re doing fine. Atleast until today. The problem is, you cant stop thinking about his cock. Especially when Seungmin decides to tease you with wandering around with only his boxers on in the morning.

“Good morning, jagiya” he says. You cant help but stare at his toned body, and just imagining him over you. “Hello? Y/n?” he says again. You snap back, seeing that he has sat down opposite you. “A-ah, good morning” you reply abruptly. “Were you distracted? Hah, do you like what you see?” he says. You cant focus on anything he says. All you can think about is him fucking you. But you can’t. If you do, you’ll lose the bet.

You didnt hear what he said but hum in reply. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asks you. Shit. You look at the time on your phone. Oh your boss is going to kill you. “My god, i have to go, love you!” you shout as you run out the door.

…

You’re almost ready to drive home from your work place when you get a notification from Seungmin. He rarely texted you while you were at work. You open your messages and see a picture. A mirror picture of Seungmin, with wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel wrapped so low on his waist, you could see his v-line, and his damp skin, and the fog on the mirror. His slim hands holding the phone. Seungmin was driving you insane now. All this was just to tease you even more.

You couldnt take it anymore. You needed Seungmin so urgently. This was complete torture, watching your boyfriend, half naked, in towels, whatever was making you want him. Your cunt was getting wet, and you knew you couldnt ask him to just fuck you. The car started, and you drove off immediately. He was making you horny on purpose. He wanted you to lose, and it was starting to work too. The urge to touch yourself was getting too strong. It was as if Seungmin controlled your thoughts.

You parked outside your house, and quickly opened the door. You see Seungmin, lying on the couch in shorts and a black oversized t-shirt. Even just seeing him like that made you go mad. “Hey jagi” he said. “Did you like the picture?” It was almost as if your cunt was dripping now. You went upstairs, to your bedroom and laid down on the bed. There was nothing else in your thoughts, than Seungmin fucking you dumb.

You got your pants off, and your hand automatically went down underneath your panties to your clit. Seungmin was definitely winning this bet. You just couldn’t resist yourself. Rubbing slowly in circles as you think of him. If only it were his slim, long fingers inside you, pleasuring you, but no. You dip two fingers in, moaning. Then, you forgot, the door is open and Seungmin is right underneath you. Did he hear it? You cover your mouth with the other hand as you go faster, sliding in and out, whimpering in your hand. You couldn’t go and close the door now, and you were sure Seungmin heard you moan, but still continued, going even deeper and faster. You felt a pleasure, but it wasnt the same. It wasnt as good as Seungmins cock inside you, hitting your spot. You whined in desperation, wanting him so bad, going even faster.

Then you heard steps. They were coming from the stairs, and you slowed down the pace, letting out a small whimper. It was over, Seungmin had seen you now.

“You really enjoyed that picture huh? Getting all worked up over me in a towel? What a whore.” he said. You felt too embarrassed to answer, slowly pulling your fingers out. He had bet 1,000$ on this challenge. You look at him, feeling ashamed. He takes a step closer, and almost whispers, “Looks like i’ve won this challenge. Again.” He chuckles to himself, and looks at you with dark eyes. You cant even answer him, from embarrassment. All you do is stare at him, and his cock. “Looks like you need punishment. Especially whores like you that cant follow rules.” he says cold.

“Get on your knees.” he demands. You follow his orders, although he has never been this strict. He was way more controlling now, but you kind of liked it, seeing him take control of you.

He slipped his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. You could see his hardened cock, flushed. Seeing that cock right in front of you makes you so needy. “Come on, make me cum.” he says. You would take his cock anywhere, any time, no matter what.

You start licking his tip, tasting him. Your panties are almost soaked at this point. His long cock twitches as you kiss his tip, and starts sucking. He groans while you suck, grabbing your hair. “Ngh, come on, do it properly.” he says, pushing his cock into your mouth. He goes deep in your throat, almost making you choke, but the pleasure is too good to stop. You only want more of him, sucking and licking him, as his hips buck up. He groans and pulls your hair, while you sit there on your knees, spit hanging on your chin. Its almost like you’re his toy, being used just to make him cum. He pulls your hair harder making you choke on his dick, while his orgasm approaches. He whimpers and breathes heavily. “Im gonna fvcking cum in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop like the slut you are. Got that?” he says.

He thrusts into your mouth one more time, and his load fill your mouth. Theres just something so good about the taste of Seungmins cum. You swallow it all and open your mouth just to show him you can be a good girl. It makes you so horny, thinking of being his slut. Something about him being like this makes you feel helpless and desperate, but you love it.

“Of course you swallowed it all like the whore you are. You just love being used by me, dont you.” he snaps. “Now stand up. Im not finished with you yet.” he says with a smirk. You stand up, without hesitation and look him in his dark eyes, waiting for your next order. “You’re just a little brat, my little fuck-toy.” he says. You can only stand there, staring at him and his dick. “Aren’t you?” he asks. “Y-yes Min.” you respond. Within a second, he pushes you down onto the bed. Seungmin drags your wet panties off, seeing your soaked pussy. “You’re such a whore.” he mutters.

He brings your knees up, missionary, and slowly enters you. “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you.” he breathes out. Finally, his cock in you, feeling so good. The feeling you longed after. He thrusts deeply into you while grunting. His cock sliding in and out was just the best feeling. It was as if Seungmins dick was made for you, fitting right in your hole. He starts going faster, making you moan his name. You could already feel him hitting your spot. The pleasure builds for the both of you, moaning, and whimpering. His movements quickens, and becomes sloppier. He thrusts into your spot again, almost making you cum. “Fuck, Min, im gonna cum.” you groan. He smiles at you as he pulls out, edging you. “Please, just let me cum Min, please.” you whimper. “I cant just let you get what you want. You broke the rules, you get punished.” he says, leaving your body squirming in desperation.

“Min, please, i need you inside me.” you cry. You reach your hand down to finish off yourself, but Seungmins hand grabs your wrist. “Behave you little slut.” he snaps. “You’re that desperate huh?” he smirks. You can only look at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. “Get up, I’m tired of doing all the work. Now it’s your turn.” he commands as he lies down on his back. You immediately know what to do, and climb on top of him. Putting his dick in, you whine. You bounce up and down in his cock, going deep. The feeling was too good, making you moan his name. “Such a brat” he says. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. Seungmin moans, and bucks his hips up, thrusting into that spot. One more time, and you’ll cum. “Fuck, im close.” you whine. You ride him faster, grinding on his cock. He breathes shakily, thrusting one more time, as your orgasm crashes onto you. Seungmin cums in you, moaning, while you form a ring of cum around his cock.

As you get off him, you feel his cum seep out of your hole. That warm feeling, trickling down your inner thigh. “My little slut, taking my cock so good.” he says. You lie down beside him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was softer now. “I love you.” you whisper, giving him a kiss. He looks at you, smiling. “You’re such a good slut for me.” he responds. “I love you too.”