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suvetah000 · 1 year

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Why handloom fabric will never go out of Style

With increased awareness of the fashion industry's negative impact on the environment, people have started to show a massive desire for handmade and hand-loomed items.

They realize the value and specialty handmade pieces bring to the table and in one's life. There is something special about handloom fabrics, it not only provides exclusive textiles, but the mastery of handloom fabrics is unique, authentic, and artistic.

The people behind creating this fabric have put significant effort, love, and passion into making these beautiful textiles.

So ever wondered what really are handloom fabrics?

What are handloom fabrics?

So, before learning about handloom fabrics, let us know what a loom is first.

A loom is a machine operated to weave cloth and tapestry. The primary purpose of any loom is to hold the warp threads under tension to stimulate the weft threads' interweaving to create a textile.

Further, handloom fabrics are handwoven fabrics created on this weaving machine.

To create a handloom fabric, the weaver starts the process by interlacing a set of vertical threads(the warp) with a bunch of horizontal threads(the weft).

Then the loom holds the warp threads under tension to facilitate the interweaving of the weft threads over and above the warp using a weaving shuttle. Finally, the weaver repeats the interweaving process until the handloom fabric is created.

Handloom weaving requires the utmost patience, artistry, technical skills, and physical strength.

Creating handloom fabrics is not just about protecting nature but also about love. The weaver's passionate about what they are making, they put their heart and soul into creating this textile. They select the yarn, pattern, color, texture, and accurate technique to create the suitable fabric, and it's reflected on the material.

Handloom fabrics don't feature just one type of fabric, instead, it comes in a variety of rich colors, patterns, and designs.

The reason handloom fabrics have wide varieties is that it's directly linked to the culture of each community. They have passed on their designs from generation to and formed an identity of their own.

Advantages of handloom fabrics:-

Originality and Uniqueness

The most significant advantage of handloom fabric is that no two hand-loomed materials are the same. Each fabric exhibits unique craftsmanship.

Variousness

As the handloom allows the weavers to explore their creativity in creating beautiful textiles, they explore new ideas and make some extravagant designs and patterns.

Quality

The fibers used to create handloom fabrics are high-quality natural fibers like cotton, linen, silk, and wool; these are environmentally friendly and long-lasting fabrics.

Good for the skin

The handlooms use natural fibers that protect the skin and don't harm it. In addition, it feels good on the skin, unlike synthetic fiber.

Skill preservation and source of livelihood

Since ancient times handloom has proved to be a great source of livelihood across rural India. Even today, the handloom community has preserved its heritage and employs numerous people.

Types of Handloom Fabrics:

Khadi: Khadi, the hand-spun fabric, referred to as the hope of our environment is a fabric known for our nation's freedom struggle, representing the love for our country and its people.

It is made by using natural fiber and is woven so that this fabric will keep the body cool during summer and warm during winter.

Kala Cotton: Kala Cotton is an organic woven textile that allows for sustainable living, as the production is purely ecological with no pesticides and synthetic fertilizers used. It is durable, strong, and stretchable, and it takes dye brilliantly

Tussar Silk: Tussar Silk is the strongest natural textile in the world. The fabric is highly breathable with high moisture-wicking abilities. Despite its immense tensile strength, its softness has made it a hotly desired commodity throughout history.

Mulberry: Mulberry silk is the highest quality silk that is smooth to the touch and has a glossy look. It is one of the oldest types of silk fabric that comes from moth cocoons.

What makes mulberry silk different from other silks is the uniform quality of the fibers. The diameter, color, and texture of a strand of mulberry silk are the same from one cocoon to another.

Muga Silk: Muga Silk follows the path of Ahimsa, meaning not causing harm to other living things. Therefore, this silk is produced without killing the creatures that crafted it. Instead, this silk is a step towards appreciating and supporting the beautiful soul and nature that created it.

Banana: Banana fabric is developed from the outer lining of banana peels. This fabric is one of the most luxurious fabrics. It is soft like silk on the inside and hard like cotton on the outside, making it one of the best fabrics to create comfortable, long-lasting, quality garments, decors, and accessories.

Organic Cotton: Organic cotton comes with various benefits for our environment and our people. For example, this fabric doesn't retain chemicals from its garments, due to which it reduces exposure to allergens and dermatological issues.

The use of organic cotton benefits the farmer as they are exposed to fewer chemicals.

There are so many benefits and types of handloom fabrics that they can never get out of style.

Bulk Organic Handloom Fabric Supplier and Manufacturer:

Suvetah is one of the leading bulk organic handloom fabric suppliers and manufacturers in India.

Suvetah is GOTS certified sustainable fabric manufacturer in Organic Cotton, Linen, and Hemp Fabrics.

We are also a manufacturer of other fabrics like Denim, Ahimsa Silk Fabric, Ethical Recycled Cotton Fabric, Banana Fabric, Orange Fabric, Bamboo Fabric, Rose Fabric, Khadi Fabric, etc.

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fabricbysinghanias · 7 months

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yanderenightmare · 3 months

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TW: NSFW

fem reader

Thinking about snugglebug boyfriends…

Soft-spoken and so very clingy – resting atop you, warming his hands under your shirt with his sleepy head cuddling your tits, not far off from snoring snot-bubbles – soft lips kissing the plush flesh with woozy murmurs – drumming his fingers down your thighs when squeezing them around him and drowsily humping his clothed bulge against your mound.

He’ll dig his hands under you and unclasp your bra, coming to paw your freed titties – lifting your shirt to needily suckle on your cute little nipples like a baby.

“Stop that, it’s weird…” You whine – your hand in his hair, trying to tug him off.

But he just whines in return, “But, baby~ please?” Begging you with a pout on his lips – cinched brows as he looks up at you with big puppy-dog eyes swirling with plead.

You can't say no to him when he looks at you like that.

You give in with a sigh, feeling how hard he is through his pants as he nudges the pudgy sack against you all wantonly – and he wraps his lips around your nipple again, drooling on it as he coos soft moans.

You don’t get why he insists on being so… so virginal. All cuddles and dry-humping – never with his hand wrapped around your neck or a hard smack against your ass. Always begging to put the tip in and almost cumming in his pants before he’s even unpacked himself from his boxers.

He’s so hopeless – all blushy atop you, dewy-cheeked with a curl between his brows – eyes closed in bliss as he rubs himself against your panties – almost as though he doesn’t want to take himself out in fear he’ll cum as soon as he touches it.

He collapses with a sigh after a few minutes, licking your neck as he creams his underwear – and you huff, having been left in wet panties yourself from all the teasing.

“Don’t be mad~” He drawls, lipping a path of wet kisses down your chest, over your belly, until he reaches the wet spot on the cottony lace covering your slit.

And you’re almost begging him to slip it to the side, but like always – he settles on nose-kissing your clit through the fabric, dipping his tongue into the trail and lapping at you until your panties are soaked as you cum out of sheer edging.

He climbs up again, planting a kiss on your cheek before nuzzling back against your tits with a pleased smile on his face.

You hate him…

BNHA – Deku, Eijrou, Denki, Mirio

JJK – Mahito, Gojo, Choso, Yuji, Yuuta

BLLK – Nagi, Bachira

AOT – Armin

DS – Tomioka, Tanjiro, Zenitsu

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yandere-daydreams · 1 month

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file #3: the foot fic.

part of the FREAK SHIT MARCH evidence packet.

pairing: yandere!nanami kento x reader (jjk)

length: 2.1k.

warning: non/con, fem!reader, oral sex (f. receiving), foot jobs, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of kidnapping, unbalanced power dynamics, and cannot mention it enough: feet.

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up here.

Which was to say, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up in this position, not this physical location – the small kitchen of Nanami’s up-until-recently neglected apartment, back pressed against the rounded edge of a pristine marble countertop and hands clasped so tightly in front of you that your knuckles were beginning to turn white. That, you could explain in fifteen words or less: Psychotic Ex-Boyfriend Kidnaps Overly Trusting Partner To Roleplay Repressed Domestic Fantasies, with further elaboration possible if you ever got the chance to talk to anyone who wasn’t currently holding you hostage. That, as much as you hated it, was normal. You knew why you were here.

It was much less normal to have Nanami on one knee in front of you, head bowed and one of your feet sitting in the palm of his hand. You hadn’t decided whether it was good abnormal or bad abnormal, yet, but still – not normal.

It must’ve been a rough day. He always looked tired when he got home, but tonight, he seemed exhausted – blond hair in a state of styled disarray, tie gone and shirt already partially unbuttoned, the circles under his eyes just a shade darker than they had been that morning. There was a cut on his cheek, too, and a tear along the wrist of his sleeve. Usually, he would’ve tried to get you to fuss over the damage, to trade privileges like a few minutes of T.V. and the latest news about your friends and family and not being handcuffed to his bed whenever he couldn’t watch you himself for sex and domestic labor and the faux-reciprocation of his obsession, but you hadn’t been able to say anything, let alone do anything before he’d fallen into his current position at your feet, his cheek resting gingerly against the inside of your thigh and his pale face slightly pink. He hadn’t said anything, either. You were starting to think he never would.

Unable to find an explanation written on the back of his head, you turned your attention to yourself. You’d been thinking about what you were going to make for dinner when he got home, because cooking meant he had to trust you with something more dangerous than a plastic spoon and you couldn’t go back to not being able to hold your own toothbrush, even if that meant having to trip over yourself to play housewife with your captor. You were dressed for housework, but that didn’t mean much. Nanami picked out all of your clothes, and he liked you in soft, pastel silk gowns and cutesy, garish vintage dresses. Your current dress was far from overly provocative – the neckline above your collarbones, the skirt falling to your knees. He’d seen you in it before, too, and never had this reaction.

The only new factor was your socks, but that would’ve been ridiculous. It was a new pair – a far cry from the thigh-highs and nylon stockings he usually bought for you. The material was thick and white and cottony, only ankle-high with ribbed hems and a lace trip. He was cupping the arch of your foot, his hand slotted in the tender space between the heel and the upper sole, and the plush fabric rubbed uncomfortably against your skin as he shifted his hold ever so slightly downward. More out of reflex than anything, you jerked back, your toes curling downward as you tried to weakly pull yourself out of his hold, and as if pulled out a trance, Nanami snapped up at you, tired eyes weary and lips slightly parted. Your eyes met his, and for a second, it was all you could do to stay still, to stay quiet, to not yell or scream or thrash until finally, Nanami’s weary expression broke into a slight grin, an airy laugh trickling past his lips as his stare fell back to your foot. “They’re… cute,” he started, slowly, nuzzling his cheek gingerly against your thigh. “I knew they would be, but—” A pause, a kiss to the tender patch just above your knee. “—you always manage to surprise me.”

You managed to smile shakily. “Sorry, Kento, I didn’t mean to distract you. Why don’t you sit somewhere a little more comfortable? I can start on—”

“In a minute.” Another hand was brought up and wrapped around your ankle, just above the lace trim of your sock. His forehead settled against your thigh as he lifted your foot gently and with an almost painful sort of delicacy, pressed the sole of your foot into the bulging tent in his pants that you’d been trying so hard to ignore. You felt his lazy grin press into your skin, and something cracked open in your chest.

This time, you couldn’t stifle your immediate reaction; lurching back, your hands finding the edge of the counter as you tried to pull away from him. It took nothing for him to keep you in place, though, and even worse – the ball of your heel pressed into his shaft as you tried to get away, rolling against his cock with a little too much force and drawing a low grunt from the base of Nanami’s throat. Instantly, you regretted moving at all. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Again.”

You fell silent. His head lulled forward, pressing into your thigh, and somehow, you managed to spit something out. “…I’m sorry, Kento?”

“Again, angel, please,” he muttered, his eyes falling shut. You didn’t move, but he didn’t need you to – his hips jutting forward, grinding stiltedly against the sole of your foot. Any vague illusion of wholesomeness was forgotten entirely as he fell onto his knees, unabashedly rutting against your leg with all the shame and all the pride of a stray animal, desperate for its twisted idea of affection. You made a half-hearted attempt to distract yourself, to focus on the white tiles of his kitchen (not quite dirty, but not as clean as they could be, either – you’d have to do the floors tomorrow), then the far wall (there was a layer of dust along the edge of the light switch fame – you could take care of that later on tonight), but it would’ve been impossible not to think about the wet, hot breath fanning over your thigh, the stiff cock throbbing against your foot. You thought would’ve gotten used to his—uh, his unwanted attention by now, gone numb to the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his fingers on your clit, but this was a type of fresh humiliation you weren’t familiar with, the kind of unthinkable debasement that made your face heat-up and your thought spiral down, down, down. When your paralysis persisted, Nanami grit his teeth, rocked your foot against the length of his cock without ever letting his hips stop moving – like he was trying to fuck a hole through your heel. It was a rough, jagged motion; almost clumsy, despite the fact that you’d never seen him so much as trip. It might’ve left you off-balance, if you hadn’t been holding onto the counter so tightly. You might’ve fallen, if you thought that you would be enough to make him stop.

You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to suck in a shuddering breath, but that was a mistake – showing any kind of weakness was a mistake. You felt one of his groping hands on your upper thigh, then your ass, finally finding the thin, flimsy material of your panties and pulling. There was no elegant way to strip you down, so he didn’t try to be elegant. There was a harsh tearing sound, the feeling of blunt nails scraping against unprotected skin, and then, scraps of ruined material were scattered on the floor at your feet, the skirt of your dress pushed up to your waist as he forced his face between your legs, mouth already open and tongue already lapping over your cunt.

It was a bad position; the distance too far, the angle too sharp, everything about strained and awkward and unnecessary, but Nanami didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem to care. His tongue ran over the length of your slit before he latched onto your clit and sucked. Instantly, it was too much – a strangled cry tearing past your lips as you buckled into yourself, your knees nearly giving out as another reverberating moan sent pangs of something sharp and electric stabbing into your core. Against your better judgement, your hands shot from the counter to his hair, your fingers soon knotted in a mess of blonde in a futile attempt to pry him away from you. He only melted into your hostile touch, one of his hands remaining on your ankle while the other found your hip, keeping you still and pliable as his attention dipped lower, the flat of his tongue pushing broad patterns into your entrance as the bridge of his nose ground lazily against your clit. “Love you,” he mumbled, his voice little more than a throaty, ragged murmur – almost too deep to be audible and constantly interrupted by the sound of your slick on his lips, on his tongue. You wished he wouldn’t talk. You wished he wouldn’t pretend to love you. You wished he wouldn’t force you to do the same. “You’re so—so pretty, and so perfect, and—”

A guttural moan cut him off, and his attention shifted, his head lulling back just far enough to stare up at you with eyes so soft and so tender, you could almost forget he was humping your leg like a bitch in heat. You were suddenly aware of your own distraught expression – all grit teeth and misty eyes, misery and pleasure flooding through your veins in tandem. You wanted to ask him not to look at you. You needed to ask him to stop, but—

You felt a frigid ache in your left wrist – the wrist he’d kept shackled to the bedpost for the first three weeks of your kidnapping. You tried to open your mouth, but your tongue was deathly dry, your throat stuffed with cotton, the feeling not entirely unsimilar to the residue left behind by the velvet gags he used to shove in your mouth when you didn’t want to lay there and let him break you. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything as he let out a final, primal groan – as you felt something thick and hot soak through the fabric of his dress pants and into your ridiculous, childish socks. He whined into your cunt, fingers burrowing into your waist as he dragged you that much closer to his mouth. His tongue fucked shallowly into your cunt, and a whine caught in your throat as your vision burnt white, as you came unwillingly on his tongue.

You couldn’t do it, anymore. With his hand still on your hip, his cum still searing into the sole of your foot, you collapsed. Nanami caught you before you hit the ground, and you hated him for it. You wished he’d let you crumble to the tile floor, wished he’d just watch and laugh as you curled into a ball and stayed there for the rest of the night, the rest of the week. You wished he’d—

Oh, god, you’d made yourself cry. Nanami let out a breathy chuckle as you sniffled and tried not to wail, kissing your tear-stained cheeks with a gentleness you couldn’t seem to link to the man who’d just cum to a pair of socks. “It’s alright, angel. You can let it out.” Another kiss, this one to your forehead. “Too much?”

You nodded, burying your face in his shoulder. You felt his arms wrap around you, keeping your body pressed into his chest as he pushed himself to his feet. There were a few seconds of quiet, unthinking solace before he lowered you onto your shared bed – a pair of shackles still hanging, unlocked and waiting, from the headboard. Immediately, you scrambled for the nearest pillow, burying your face in the plush material and sobbing openly. Nanami’s comfort came in the form of a wry grin, a pair of hands on your hips, turning you onto your stomach and starting on the buttons of your dress.

As he settled between your legs, his calloused fingertips skirting over your bare skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if the shackles had really been so bad.

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astralnymphh · 4 days

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I see your "ellie x quiet climaxers" and I raise you "ellie x lover who's so loud she has to force them to be quiet when they climaxes or else there will be a noise complaint" so much of that smug condescending tone that says "oh yeah? I'm making you feel so good that you can't shut the fuck up? I'm sure." and maybe a few of those "shut up" voice lines just a thought

— MDNI. overstim n' mean!dom!ellie. ellie + lovers who are loud during climax!! do you realize how much pride it instills when you pervade her ears with such a volume— a trio of her lithe fingers gathered inside your pussy, thumb smushing your poor clit? an unthinkable amount; it invades corners of her mind you wouldn't see active in any other hour of the day. in assertive spirit, she berates you, "can't keep that mouth shut cause'm makin' you feel so good? that it? shut the fuck up. if jesse complains, I won't be there to defend your ass." right as your cunt saturates the length of her fingers in cum, and clenches perfectly to where it punches moans through your abdomen, "unnhhh! stop els!" waterlogging your throat with the wails of overstimulation. "stop? stop? mh-mn babe, you can take it like a good girl. just— hmn, just need to—" out of your peripherals, her left arm reaches behind her laid body, swiping back with a clump of cherry plaid balled in her fist and introduces the cottony fabric to your lips— contrary hand still playing your pussy to an eye-rolling stretch. like lightwork, two fingers pry your jaw open and press the boxer clump in-between; her last-minute plan to choke your tone to inexistence. "just need to practice, yeah? chew that shit up all you want. I don't care." sure, lessening the speed in which she pumps her digits and orbits her thumb through your folds would've been a kinder, and simpler solution, au fond. but that's not as fun now, is it? ellie, will use her fingers however the fuck she wants to. besides: they look so pretty stuffed in your pussy— why would she pull out now?

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jeongin-lvr · 9 months

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ pink little skirt, s. changbin

ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾，𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 ＆ 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻， 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍），𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑／𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑，𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑／𝖴𝖭𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖣

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𝗜 𝗥𝗔𝗡 my hands down the smooth moire fabric of my pink skirt, admiring in the mirror as the creases shifted flush against my skin. The cloth was thin, cottony and hugged my curves deliciously. I even had to admit, this skirt was among my favorites even though it was so new. So new, in fact, that the shipping package was sitting crinkled and ripped open on the bed behind me.

I reveled in the silky miniskirt for a moment longer before turning to put on the rest of my outfit. And while I slipped on a lace-ridden white top, all my mind wandered to was my boyfriend.

How he always said he likes skirts; especially ones like these. How he liked to watch it ride up my thighs when I did anything- bend over, sit, anything. And even when I had called him a pervert and hit his shoulder playfully, he defended himself with a similar expression.

I flattened my top against my stomach and chest, my eyes falling to the skirt again. Oh, he'd definitely like this one. And I felt my heart flutter as my mindless little fantasies began to tramp across my mind teasingly.

Changbin had no self control, all the other times before- when I wasn't aware of his tendencies -I'd wear a simple skirt, walk around the house like it was nothing. Oh, but it was something to him. Changbin had a thing for those little skirts, his favorite being any miniskirt I had. He'd somehow end up throwing me around the couch edge or maybe on the kitchen countertop, or maybe if we were in public, he'd hide us away somewhere and fuck me in whatever little skirt I chose to wear that day.

Wearing skirts around him was a hazard, a risk. But, god, it was such a thrill. To see him all worked up, eyes glued to my bare thighs and barely covered ass; he was well aware by now that I were teasing him, tempting him with such atrociously short clothes, but he had no complaints.

I decided to touch up my lipgloss in the mirror, gliding the applicator across my lips in a swift motion a few times before I was satisfied. I checked myself out once more, then grinned with approval, grabbing my purse and heading to the living room where my boyfriend was, patiently waiting for me since I had kicked him out of the bedroom we shared.

His head was low on his phone, back facing me, broad shoulders covered by a simple black button down that was mouth-wateringly right around his arms and chest; maybe he was doing a bit of teasing as well.

"Hey, baby," I bent down to his shoulders, nuzzling my head in his neck and wrapping my arms around him, making sure to sensually drag my finger across his chest in the most alluring way.

The male hummed and looked up, unable to see my little skirt from where he sat, but he smiled. His eyes glossed around my face, admiring the light makeup and the way my hair softly framed my skin, "Hey, beautiful. You ready?"

I nodded, stepping away from behind the couch and tiptoeing to the front, revealing my tiny little skirt, the lace of my socks squeezing the fat of my thighs effortlessly; my bag dropping to beside him, but he didn't really notice.

His big brown eyes instantly fell to my thighs, loving the sight as my skirt rolled up more and more with every cautious step.

"Damn," He mumbled, my face feigning innocence as I draped my legs across his body, simply rustling with his delicate strands of hair. My fingers traced intricate lines down the back of his neck, his eyes on mine but I refused to meet them, opting to smile as I played with his hair.

I adjusted my body on his lap, planting my ass right on his growing erection, a soft one. Not too obvious, but I took note of it with a smirk.

Teasing was exhilarating.

Changbin's hands lowered to my ass, squeezing with a shaky breathe. His deep chocolate irises glancing across my entire body smoothly, taking every inch of me in his hands. I tilted my head, doe eyes refusing to break contact with his, lips glossy and lashes fluttering.

"You okay, Binnie?" I asked, hiding my satisfied smile when I felt his cock twitch below me, a slight wince from the boy as I adjusted myself once again. Changbin let his gaze fall to my thighs, making it blatantly obvious to what he was looking at. Licking his lips, he watched the thin fabric of my skirt ride up my thighs, little by little, he caught a glimpse of his favorite panties on me; white lace with a little bow in the front, all presented right in front of him like a sweet present.

The male bit his lip, flickering his eyes back up into mine, "Do you know what you're doing to me?" Genuinely unsure, his hands snaking around my waist tightly, arching my back until it wouldn't budge anymore.

"What do you mean?" I asked with Bambi eyes, pursing my lips. The boy groaned, toying with the seamless edge of my skirt, fingers rolling the fine material. His hands refused to stop fidgeting, suddenly neediness was making everything around him a blur except for the girl presented right in front of him.

"Nevermind," He uttered, patting my hips, "You look very pretty today." He complimented, adorable smile lingering on his lips, sparkle twinkling in his eyes.

I sighed with satisfaction. Oh, how fun today was gonna be. I got up from his lap, ushering him forward too, "Okay, okay. No more sweet talk. Let's go!"

The boy whined, following close behind, begging for his arousal to fade.

Changbin held the shopping cart, watching as I stepped in front of him, eyeing the way my skirt was rise and fall. The way the fabric crinkled across my curves; when I'd bend over and my skirt was would, revealing that delicious pair of panties, the way they hugged my cunt. Changbin had no idea if I was purposefully teasing him this way, yet he had no idea how to look away. It was too much.

"Y/n, let's go," Changbin urged, eyes falling on mine. I turned around, feigning confusion as the way looked at em, helpless. He walked awkwardly, waddling with his lower abdomen pressing against the cart.

"Why?" I asked, purely wanting to test him more, how far could I push it before I got punished. Not that that would be a bad thing either. My hands trailed across the shelf, propping myself up as I looked him dead in the eye.

The male approached me, leaving the cart behind, staring down at me with pleading eyes. Absolutely infatuated, desperate, in need of my assistance. Changbin took my hand from the shelf, warm fingers dragging it across his bulge, hot and ready. I gasped, clicking my tongue teasingly, lips glistening with lipgloss.

"Now let's go," I looked back up at him, watching his pretty lips take in a breathe.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his shoulder while swaying slightly, "We just need to grab a few more things."

Changbin groaned, following me as I stepped off. A few things wasn't too bad, but every isle, every turn through the store felt dizzying to the poor male. The sickening smell of the tile cleaner throughout the shop was making his head hurt, his erection never leaving him- causing him to stand in the most uncomfortable way. Changbin groaned with discontent around every isle, catching onto the fact that I was just teasing him now.

Finally, we stepped out of the store, his arms full of groceries he insisted on carrying. He hadn't spoke much, too focused on the way his dick throbbed desperately.

Once we got in the car, the atmosphere was thick with sexual imposition, but I just sweetly smiled at the man, my fingers adjusting the hem of my skirt. Silence, he closed his car door, ignoring the engine quickly, barely even checking for passing cars before reversing out of the stall. I watch silently, taking notice of the bulge practically begging for me beneath the thin layer of his jeans.

On the freeway, the car drove quickly, clearly he just wanted to get home so I could take care of what I'd started, but something in my heart fluttered. My mind sparking up an idea that'd surely get me in a bit of trouble.

I leaned across the seats, palming his cock through the rough material of his denim jeans; earning a surprised grunt from the man above me. However, he didn't stop me, which let me press forward. I took my delicate hands and rubbed him harder, his chest beginning to heave up and down with every simple touch of my bare hand.

"What are you doing?" Changbin asked precariously, eyes on the road but his mind beginning to feel fuzzy, drunk off my touch.

I laid my lips on his cock, kissing through the fabric, my pointer and middle finger prodding at the button to come undone. Feeling bold enough to procure his manhood beneath the fabric.

If the air was suffocating before, I was being asphyxiated now. Everything felt dangerous, but I didn't stop. I didn't even falter after unzipping the opening of his jeans, boxers tenting up instantly, I didn't hesitate to reach tenderly into the plaid fabric to grab his cock, hot and wet already.

I readjusted my position, unbuckling my seatbelt only to go back to the task at hand. My hand holding the base of his cock, awe in my eyes. The girth of it, the purple hues and veins lining the sides, the upright position it was in, all due to my little skirt he liked so much.

"Baby," He breathed out, breath fanning my face as I looked up at him, Bambi eyes wide, lashes fluttering innocently.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" He was speaking through his teeth, eyes never leaving the road before him.

"Helping you out?" I giggled, flickering my eyes back to his cock, my thumb pressing gently into the slit, collecting the oozing nectar that was addicting to me. The salty flavor reaping havoc on my tongue, making my cunt throb over nothing.

He grunted, finally removing a hand from the steering wheel, still not looking at me, "You... hurry up, then," Changbin adjusted his seat, slightly leaning back but still focusing on the road. Tiny breathless groans leaving his lips as I dragged my thumb over his tip, swift and repeating motions.

"5 minutes till home," He spoke just as I opened my mouth, ready to take him in my lips, "Let's see if you can make me cum, hm?"

"5 minutes?" I spoke in a mumble, confidence slightly faltering. Changbin knew how to hold his climax, he preferred not to, but he's done it tons of times before. Edging me on while simultaneously dragging on the arrival of his own orgasm; never letting me see how fucking hot it was. It made my tummy spin, my cunt helplessly wet, panties turning grey from the dampness of my cunt.

"What's wrong? You were so confident earlier," Changbin's voice low as he spoke, almost in a scolding manner. His dark eyes lingering forward, I could barely see him blink, "Dressing in that slutty outfit. I'm not dumb, baby. You wanted all the attention, hm? Well, go on, let's see how good your mouth really is."

My breathing hitched, mouth salivating. God, he was so hot! I blinked back down, cheeks dusting with blush. I quickly adjusted my hair out of my face and looked down at his cock.

Spitting on it, lubing it up more than it already was, my eyes watching it twitch in my hand, yet not a single moan from the man above.

"Hurry up now," Changbin teased, black button down straining around his biceps, chest rising and falling with every movement I made, "4 minutes."

I hastily took his cock in my mouth, wasting no more time than I already had. The bits I couldn't fit were preoccupied with my hand, jerking him off with quick flicks to match the hasty movement of my mouth.

The car was silent apart from the wet noises from my mouth, slurping sounds and squelches that's sounded pornographic. Time seemed both too fast and too slow all at once. Every now and again a shaky breathe was let out by Changbin's pretty lips, but never more than that. Frustrating to a new level, my thighs squeezing tight from how erotic it all felt.

Sucking my boyfriend off mid drive, minutes away from home because I was too desperate for a taste. Disguising my slutty behavior with the guise of "helping him out" when in reality it was all to fuel my own sick fantasies.

And he played right along, already knowing as soon as we were home he'd have his way with me.

I thought of all the ways he would make me take him, on the kitchen island, legs wide while he fucked me raw; maybe as soon as we'd get in the house he'd push me against the door and fuck me there, not caring if anyone came by or knocked. My mind wandered, lips and wrist doing all the work while he drove smoothly.

"Hmm, that all you got?" Changbin chuckled, making that familiar turn into the driveway of our house. Missed opportunity, we were home and I hadn't garnered a single bit of cum from the man. Oh, he was good.

"You'd think someone so fucking hot would know how to use her mouth," He shrugged, shoving my shoulders back until I was off his unclothed cock, sprung free and glistening in sweat, red from my lips. My cheeks sore, jaw hinges burning and throat beginning to scathe with a burning sensation.

"Bin..." I pouted, wiping the bit of dribble from my lips off my chin, nervously pulling at the front of my skirt. I plopped back into my chair, whiny and red with blush.

He didn't respond, instead looking out the window, putting the car in park effortlessly before opening his door. In one smooth motion he slipped his cock away, getting out of his seat all at once. For a second I was confused, eyes watching as he wandered through the dusk, the night air around us darkening the surrounding lots beside our home.

Changbin finally finished whatever he was doing, then quickly came to my car side, opening the door and grabbing my wrist.

"What-?"

"On the hood," Changbin demanded, "Now, pretty girl. Gonna show you how to properly fuck." He was playing around, his eyes lidded and dusted with a glossy haze of lust. The air was cool, making me shiver, the engine still hot from running earlier. He was dead serious.

I felt my cunt throb, the exhilaration of being outside, though dark, just openly for anyone to see? For some reason my head was spinning and my cunt was the neediest it's been all day.

I got on the car, my bare ass meeting the warmth of the hood of the car, skirt lifting already without any altering needed, my panties freely visible to anyone looking.

Though it was dark, it wasn't 100% pitch black. Instead, just the right amount of purple-red that made the sky look like a painting; moonlight rising higher and higher, stars blinking and swirling like an oily work of art. Nothing but the sound of wind whistling and trees rustling to fill the air, our breathed barely audible in the sleepless void of the night.

His fingers met my bare thigh, pulling my thighs wide open, even wider than they already were, hands gliding up and down my plush skin.

"Bin, what if someone sees?"

He ignored my question, "God this skirts been driving me wild all day. Everyone was staring at you, you're such a fucking whore. My whore. Yeah?" Clandestine words for secretive touches, fingers gliding smoothly over my drenched panties, the thin lace not holding anything in. One touch had me shivering, moaning with a wide O shaped mouth.

"Speak."

"Y-yes, Binnie," I moaned, his thick fingers tugging the delicate fabric to the side, not even bothering to take them off or lift my skirt. That was part of the appeal, the presence of that skirt was what was making this whole ordeal even happen. Mixed with the cold air directly blowing on my cunt, I couldn't stand the torturous foreplay.

He went to rub my clit, fingers already soaked in my leaky liquid, but my hand caught his wrist, "Just put it in. Please, just need your big cock to fill me up..."

"Aw, my little slut wants me so soon?" Changbin tilted his head, ghosting my lips and breathing sensually down my face. Quickly, he collided his lips with mine, breathless groans deepening the moment, deepening the restless kiss. Lips mending together, kneading our pink mouths like dough. Skin hot, libido running high.

"Please?" I whimpered in the kiss, his thumb slowly rubbing me in figure eights.

"Can't say no," Changbin moaned, grabbing his cock out of his right pants; guiding his dick to my cunt, watching with an intense stare.

He slipped the tip in, the thickness of him stretching me out making my mind spin; lowly little whimpers filling the abnormally quiet night air, the moon being the only witness to our secret rendezvous. My hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his already red tinted skin. Slowly, little inch by little inch, he pushed himself inside of me, single wet slap of our bodies colliding being the only proof of the connection.

I glanced down, high on risk. High on the way I felt so indescribably full. His cock generously prodding at my sweet spot, every little movement making me shiver and shake.

"Yeah, you took it so well. Good little slut," He groaned, grabbing my hips, one hand on my jaw as he slipped one fingers onto my tongue. Pressing into it while rocking back, nearly emptying me only to fill me up again. And then again, and again. And effortless motion that had me unwinding bit by bit, moans slurred by the way his fingers filled my jaw.

The only conducive outcome being that I needed to cum, I needed the sweet ecstasy of his cum to fill me up while we were out in the open, daringly on the verge of being caught in every way. His pretty cock pumping into me while I couldn't hold back or resist my own mewls of validation. Gripping onto his black top for dear life as he used me to his liking.

"You're so... fucking tight," He moaned, probably louder than intended but he didn't seem to care, "So warm. God, you take it so good."

I clasped onto his bicep, my hands too small to wrap around his well built arms; so I clamped my nails down, maybe a little too hard as I heard him since and hiss from the contact, never faltering his thrusts into me. Over and over he'd hit the little gummy bit deep within me, the angle of the car making it perfectly available to reach.

"Bin- right there, oh fuck!" I yelped against his fingers, drool salivating down my chin, leaking to my neck. My head falling back and forth with every detrimental thrust he pushed into me.

"Such a good slut," Changbin groaned, jamming his fingers farther down my throat, pushing far enough until I gagged, causing burning tears to fill me eyes, one after the other began to slip down my throat; gags and slapping filling the air, lewd sounds from just us.

Maybe I would've cared more about getting caught if I was being stuffed full of thick, perfect cock. Being used like a cum-holder was all I needed, all I wanted from him.

Changbin pried my jaw wide, fingers no longer gagging me, instead just opening my mouth wider, kissing along my lips easier to place that way. His warm tongue gliding across my teeth, my lower lip, my own tongue struggling to keep up with his dominant pace.

And one after the other, his consummate stealth and agility allowed him to master the pattern and hit speed in order to make my eyes roll back, my cunt clamping around him as my orgasm began to flood my body.

"Cumming! Bin, fuck sensitive!!" I whined into the open air, head falling back, eyes landing on the watchful moon. My jaw hanging wide as breathy pants filled the cold air. But even though the air was cold, I felt so warm. So sweaty and fulfilled.

The man continued to fuck my overstimulated hole, groaning before his own climax overtook his body, muscles stiffening as he emptied his load into my fluttering cunt.

He didn't pull out, opting to let his cum simmer inside of me with having it leak.

Changbin wrapped his strong arm around my waist, then his other hand slipped from my lips, dragging a string of saliva with it. His damp hand now cupping my cheek as he cooed sweet nothings into my ear, breath faltering to match his shaky, post climax voice.

"You should wear this skirt more often," My boyfriend snickered into my ear, holding me up as a sudden wave of sleepiness overtook my shaky body.

I whined, finally feeling his dick slip out of me, hasty movements to stuff it away, fix my panties before anyone saw. Though, it wouldn't have mattered if anyone did.

"I will if you fuck me like that every time," I played along with his playful offer, arms lifting me from the hood, steamy with the hazy glow of our shared sweat from the heat of our bodies.

"Sounds like a deal," Changbin wrapped my thighs around his body, taking me by the back of my plush thighs and making his way into the house.

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myuni-moon · 2 years

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#just date already

―synopsis: so maybe you were doing things only best friends weren't supposed to ft. diluc, xiao, thoma, zhongli

―warnings: modern!au, romantic tension, mutual pining, mentions of unrequited love and jealousy(thoma), consumption of alcohol and slightly suggestive(zhongli)

—note: i had my sister give the names of four genshin men, hence the current lineup

— diluc

the tension that danced along your fingertips every time both of you even came close to brushing against each other’s hands never ceased to make your face feel warm each time it happened. there was just something about the closeness between you two that was enough to let the side of your palms stumble against the others' and the way your fingers inched ever so closely. you didn’t know if it was ever on purpose, or if he even noticed the implications that he was doing something that crossed the boundaries of anything platonic.

still, you’d never felt more anxious and invigorated in your entire life than when you danced across that line of being friends and lovers.

like now, as you shared a blanket on a movie night, it was no different. your arms were pressed against each other by the time the credits started rolling, but none of you paid enough attention to even switch to another one or do something else than sit there with your best friend. because right underneath the cottony fabric, your pinkies linked for the first time. oh god, you thought as your heart rate sped up by the minute. in the dim lighting, you could only roughly make out the red tinting diluc's ears, and you could do nothing but accept the shift in your relationship.

it only got more intense as you managed to lock eyes with him, and you swore his crimson irises made roses of the same shade bloom in your lungs. then you glanced at his lips, just a quick look. and it hit you square in the face:

yeah, best friends didn't hold hands and think about kissing one another.

— xiao

your friends always wondered why you never dated xiao, your roommate and longtime friend; and time and time again, you've explained to them that he was your best friend before redirecting the conversation to someone else's love life. that was most definitely just a coverup for the fact that you've been crushing on him for the longest time.

your feelings for him only amplified when he showed up while you were on an outing with the aforementioned friends. he'd appeared on his motorbike, leather jacket and all, as he parked upfront of the cafe you decided to go to. your friends spotted him first, nudging you the minute he took his helmet off to reveal his handsome face. you’d stumbled out the door to greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, flustered at his sudden arrival. as always, his countenance was blank and perhaps mildly passive-aggressive to any bystander; however, you could tell that there was no aggression behind his eyes. your gaze drifted from his face to his hand which held a paper bag.

"the forecast said it might rain. you said you'd be here with your friends, and i came to drop this off just in case." he handed it to you gently. as you looked inside, you could spot an umbrella and one of his jackets. instantly, you felt a flutter in your gut. your heart palpitated the moment after; whether it was from the fact that he cared or he was willing to lend you his clothes, you didn't know.

nonetheless, you thanked him for his kindness. "thank you so much, xiao. you didn't have to do this, you know?" the male shook his head from side to side, dismissing you.

"no need to thank me. it'd be unfortunate if you ever got sick." as monotone as it might have sounded, you knew that xiao meant what he said. there's a lilt in his voice, one only you seem to have noticed, that betrayed all the softness he truly had in his body.

before your interaction came to an end and you both said your intentions to see each other later, you had tapped his shoulder just as he readied to put his helmet back on. you're not quite sure was possessed you at the moment, but you planted a kiss on his cheek before dashing back into the cafe where your friends would surely interrogate you and leaving xiao to watch your form withdrawing.

as he gently pressed his fingers towards the patch of skin your lips had grazed and his stomach swirled with something completely foreign to him, there was one thing on his mind.

best friends don't give each other butterflies.

— thoma

there was an icky green feeling that was instilled in you whenever people ogled at your best friend. it was no secret that the blond was attractive. with such a sweet personality and a house-husband aura, it shouldn't have been surprised when he started being chatted up on one of your grocery outings (thoma's idea after he figured you weren't going out as much as you should. you guys did it every week since then).

still, you could do nothing but hold your tongue. you were just his best friend after all, and there was no way he would be interested in you. you didn't even know his type, the more you thought about it. you shook your head, brushing off your feelings in favor of getting back to your task at hand.

you could only huff as you eyed the cereal box on the top shelf. normally, thoma would be the one to grab it for you, but he was clearly busy with other endeavors which left you to do it yourself. you looked around, wondering if there were any staff that could help you reach it. luck was definitely not on your side as you found the whole aisle empty with the exception of you. with a heavy heart, you decided to hop around until you could reach it. amidst your (failing) efforts, a kind stranger had reached up and handed you the box. you thanked them, flustered and scratching at your neck at how embarrassing it might have been to picture yourself jumping around the grocery to reach a simple cereal box.

this would not go unnoticed by thoma, not when he finally rounded the corner to see you acting shy. a strange sight and perhaps an unwelcomed one by the way he found his eyebrows furrowed and gaze hard on the floor the moment the two of you made it back to your apartment.

"who was that?" he inquired as you fixed up your pantry with thoma passing you each product. you hummed in response, curious at who he could've been referring to. "the one that you were with when you got the cereal."

just as you slid your favorite biscuits into the cabinet, you raised a brow before turning towards thoma who leaned against the island counter. you couldn't help but catch his aggravated expression. "dunno. they just helped me get the box. why?"

"you know you could've just called me over."

"you were busy talking. i didn't want to disturb you. did it bother you?"

it did. it really did if thoma was honest. there was something about the way that you didn't ask him to help when you knew he'd always put you first that just rubbed him the wrong way. even more so when you relied on a stranger that was too close for comfort, to thoma at least. he looked at the same cereal box from earlier that glared at him from just across the kitchen island; he shrugged. "you guys just looked kind of close there is all."

you tilted your head, "were you jealous?"

ok, best friends don't get jealous.

— zhongli

you didn't think the alcohol would be so strong. then again, what did you expect when it came from childe of all people? maybe it was your fault for trusting the ginger when he said that it was just mild and the fact that you didn't take into account that mild in snezhnaya meant "definitely-going-to-make-you-wasted-five shots-later" in liyue.

so there you were with your longtime friend, zhongli, absolutely drunk out of your mind in your apartment. maybe a bottle later and a drunken confession later, and you found yourself in your best friend's lap with your hands around his neck, his breath hot on your skin. you didn't exactly know what lead you two to that moment, but breaking whatever tension you had between you two when you were sober had been way overdue.

a blush had spread on his cheeks, whether it was from your compromising position or the alcohol— you couldn't really tell. his hands clenched by his sides, fingers digging into the skin of his palm as he balled them into fists. your hands, however, had long found their way to the sides of his neck until they had situated their place to caress his jaw.

"zhongli," his name came out as breathy from your mouth, "kiss me."

ever the gentleman he was (even while under the influence of a great amount of alcohol), he declined. "you're not sober."

you whined, and zhongli had never felt his body heat up so much. his adam's apple bobbed as you pressed yourself even more against him; by this time, zhongli had managed to snake his hands up to your wrist to keep you from getting any closer and effectively keeping you roughly an inch or two away from his lips. your struggling came right afterward, your body trying to wiggle against his grip.

"if i let you, you'll hate me tomorrow."

a huff passed your lips, brows still furrowed and a pout on your lips. your body momentarily halts as your eyes trailed from his mouth up to his eyes. his eyes of gold that looked at you pleadingly, almost paralleling your own desires for your companion. your front teeth nibbled on your bottom lip.

"no, i won't, and you know it too, zhongli. how long are we going to keep doing this until we finally cave?" you really did have a point, but perhaps that was just the liquid courage that finally made zhongli relent to the fact that there was indeed something between the two of you. something he'd turned a blind eye to because out of everyone in his life, you're the one person he'd never want to lose. he never wanted to risk your presence over something as foolish as his feelings for you.

so he stared back at you silently, heart threatening to give out when you eventually started to tear up from his lack of response. at that moment, panic overtook him for the first time in a long time; zhongli has never made you cry before— not even accidentally or indirectly. he's seen you cry, but he's never seen you cry because of him.

before he knew it, his body moved on his own purely out of instinct to what he thought could console you. the next thing he knew, his lips were on yours with all the grace of two drunk idiots in love, and your hands had found purchase on his shoulders once his hands migrated to your hips. just like that, something finally clicked in his brain after years of choosing to ignore it: you definitely weren't just friends.

best friends don't just kiss.

🏷: @raidengaile

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emperor-palpaminty · 25 days

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kiss prompt 20 with Wolffe. This prompt was MADE for him. Like reader smothers him with affection and kisses and he just MELTS into reader. I’m currently crying after thinking about a scenario I made myself

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A KISS. GN reader with Wolfe! Just all around softness and cuddling and hanging out

20- Kiss on a scar

Kisses found here!

"Darling."

The weight shifted into him, and there was a soft sound from his cuddling partner. The couch was soft and warm and comfortable, so he couldn't blame them for their reluctance to move. "Darling, we need to get up."

"No." They mumbled. The word was caught in the fabric of his shirt, soft and cottony against him, and they snuggled further into their commander. Even now he smelled the detergent from days ago. It was floral and light, but the scent settled lazily around them. Not that the rest wasn't deserved- they had both worked hard and were finally taking the break.

Still, Wolffe was used to routine. "Darling," He said again, a bit more firmly. "We need to-"

A whine interrupted. Arms wrapped around his neck sweetly, and he felt the face he adored press into his cheek. Lips pressed the jagged line of flesh on his face, gently, with an affection that broke him. "We need to stay together. And cuddle."

"It's good to move."

"It's good to rest, too." They pecked his face again, before nestling against him. They threw one leg over his hip, trapping him, and pressed their lips to his cheek again.

He stilled. Thoughts of leaving vanished as they fell asleep again, breathing becoming soft and steady. The kisses stopped, but those soft lips stayed against his face. Wolffe paused breathing for a moment. Perhaps if he inhaled too deeply, they would wake up-

They shifted. Wolffe's head darted down to them, and eventually their creased brows eased. He sighed and laid back, fully, hands resting on the warmth of their back.

Routines could wait. This, however- it could not.

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #sw #star wars comander wolffe #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #star wars wolffe #star wars reader insert #clone wars reader insert #i have been SLAMMED with work and illness i apologize #i promise i am thinking of good shit #depression is also a bithc but we out here

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suvetah000 · 1 year

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#fabrics cotton #fabric linen #hemp fabric #cottony fabric #fabrics printed #organic fabrics #dyed fabric #fabrics cottonplain saree in silk #crepe fabrics #dyed fabrics

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laurzzz · 4 months

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You asked for ideas

Perhaps board games or something?

~ 🔫(watergun not gun) anon

Sleepover

AO3 Link: You can read it here too.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: None.

Summary:

“Since when did you two need a bed?”, you muse as Moon leads you into the mattress. You follow, laying down on the soft cushions with a star pillow you yanked from the middle of the stack behind you. “Since… you.”, Moon answers, affection radiating as he lays next to you on the mattress. He looks up at you, who’s still sitting with your back leaning against the stack of pillows. You smile warmly at him, heart touched from the answer and the gesture that he and Sun had shown you.

Full writing under the cut!

It’s night time, and you’re in your starry pajamas. Dark gray with silver stars peppering the soft cottony fabric. You sit in concentration on a blue, bouncy floor with your phone’s flashlight glowing as it sits on your lap. The light flashes upwards, just enough for you to see the round orange table supporting a wooden tower.

Your eyes dart from the tower to your opponent, sitting crossed legged in themes of the night sky. An animatronic with a dish-like head attached to a somewhat humanly robotic body. Golden stars sprinkle over the dark blue of his night cap and his puffy jester-like pants. His red and deep blue frills add even more into that jester-like appearance. With the addition of his brown jester shoes too.

He sits there, patiently waiting and watching for you to take your turn in the game.

“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”, you hum with your fingers clutching a Jenga block, whispering in shaky breath. A decision that took you over a minute to ponder over.

It slips out neatly and a simmering sigh escapes you.

“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”, your opponent sings back, jittery static coming out in soothing waves. His soft blue silicone claws grip gently at a block openly available. Then swiftly takes it out with a confident toothy grin.

You look up at him, squinting. You don’t want to lose this game—not when you’ve been facing a losing streak against your nightly animatronic friend for how many rounds in a row now.

Your gaze scans up and down on the tower filled with holes, metaphorical gears turning in your head. Aha! There. A light bulb turns on inside you at the sight of a subtly ejected piece that you know will wobble the remains of this wooden tower. Just enough for it to stand after your move but crash at the next player’s choice.

“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”, your hand grasps at the rectangular item and yank it out without hesitation. The tower teeters but doesn’t fall, just as planned.

Now all your opponent can do is either risk a move in pulling the wrong block or forfeit the game. A hopeful smirk stretches over your lips, sure and grounded in your choice.

“Rises the moon.”, you watch intently as the animatronic pulls a risky move, pulling the piece on the opposite side which ultimately balances out the shivering structure. Your eyes widen up at the red rounded glare shining down on you. Crud, he didn’t fall for it.

You sigh in accepting defeat with an impulsive nab of the nearest block which causes the tower to collapse. Remaining pieces of light-colored wood bounce around, scattering on to the sea of foamy floor mattress.

“You and your darn advanced intelligence!”, you pout, crossing your arms like a child blocked from a candy store.

A cool touch of Moon’s silicone hand envelopes the back of your hand. He lets out a chuckle, endearment glazing the sound. “I can let you win next round.”

You chuff, holding the gaze of his glowing eyes—a black void with a burning red crystal in the middle. “I don’t want your pity wins.”

Another chuckle escapes from Moon, the bell of his starry blue night cap echoing the bounce of his shoulders. He keeps on chuckling, hand still gripping gently on yours.

“What’s so funny, starboy?”, you growl, not-so-intimidatingly.

Moon raises both his arms, opening them welcomingly before completely trapping you in his hold. His body shoves you down on the floor. It’s heavy but not crushing. You still flail around in playful panic though.

“Moon?!”, you groan while Moon squeezes you into the embrace just a little.

He chuckles again, still not speaking words to explain his actions. You start hitting his back, palms slapping the metal underneath the silicone—not enough to tamper him, of course. Just enough to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, starlight.”, he raises half of his upper body off of you before immediately diving back in with him on top of you on the squishy floor. “You’re just so adorable.”

Warmth in your cheeks start growing noticeably palpable. Your heart races pumping audible beats in between yours and Moon’s chests. You know he can sense the change in warmth and heartbeat inside you, despite the dark that surrounds the both of you.

You try to avert his softened gaze with a whispered, “A-and you’re heavy. Get off!”

Humming noises emit from the animatronic trapping you and not a second later, he finally slowly gets off. You sigh with little relief trickling over you as you try to get up.

“O-okay! Now I want to try beating you in chess!”, you frantically spew out in an attempt to redirect your attention from Moon’s playful tackle just now.

“Really, chess? You couldn’t even beat me in Jenga, moonlight.”, he chuckles, arms crossing as he gives you space. You pat down the couple of dust gathered from the floor on to your pajamas.

“Y-yeah, well! I can try!”, you try to keep a bold front but the tall figure staring down right in front of you sees right through.

He shakes his head with the rings of tiny golden bells, “You’re tired. It’s nap time.”

“Not until I beat you in another game!”, you exclaim, arms raising with balled fists right at him.

Moon breathes out a synthetic sound of sigh and walks towards you. He crouches. The zipping sound of metal drops quickly from above. A loud clank rings after.

Within nearly a second, Moon grabs you from underneath, putting you in a bridal style hold. He looks down at you, the sharp grin of his never fading.

“W-what—”

“Nap time.”, Moon firmly says before your body realizes that you’re now floating above ground. Soft winds from the slow but certain movement that Moon does lands on the skin of your face. He’s dragging the both of you through his wire on to the castle that sits on the wall of the daycare, just above the colorful ball pit barely glinting in the dark.

With a gentle thud, Moon lands on the platform, allowing you to rest your socked feet on a grounded plane once more. You hear his wire unclasps from his back, zipping back up into the abyss of the ceiling.

Your attention hooks at the hand that’s holding yours. Moon leads you into the interior of the castle—his and Sun’s room. Although, it looks cleaner this time around.

The once scattering mess of toys, tables, and trinkets lay neatly in shelves pressed against the red-painted walls. There’s a mattress now too, covered in a bedsheet with patterns of the sky—both day and night.

“Since… you.”, Moon answers, affection radiating as he lays next to you on the mattress. He looks up at you, who’s still sitting with your back leaning against the stack of pillows. You smile warmly at him, heart touched from the answer and the gesture that he and Sun had shown you.

Sun may not be conscious in this moment but you know he’s there in Moon’s head—agreeing with the sentence that he just presented to you.

Moon opens his arms wide, inviting you with the softening glow of his black and red eyes. The very dim glint of the light bulb in this tiny room rains down gently on the sight of the half light and half dark face of the nightly robot.

You smile down at him, warmly, before resting on the cool of his embrace. A hum vibrates from Moon’s chest as he grabs a soft blanket that now covers the both of you.

“Does this mean we’re not going to play chess tonight?”, you suggest in a tease as Moon’s hand wraps around your waist from underneath the fabric.

He chuckles, pressing his permanent smile against your forehead. “How about tomorrow with Sun instead?”

You plant a kiss on his smile, lips touching against the firm silicone. “Deal.”

“Days fade into a watercolor blur.”, Moon hums as he rests his face plate on your forehead.

“Memories swim and haunt you.”, you sing back softly with a yawn. Moon brushes his finger up and down your cheek, a relaxing touch that invites you into rest. He smiles with a tender gaze down at you.

“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke.”, he sings back, pulling you closer to him underneath the sheets. You coil your arms around his waist, a leg wrapping over his cotton-filled pants. Another yawn escapes you.

“Rises the… moon.”, sleep takes you into its embrace, the same one that Moon holds you in as the room fades into an easing black.

#food #laurswrites #dca x y/n #reader x moondrop #reader x moon #fluff #ao3 fic #thank you for the prompt ideas!! this was a sweet little break from all the angst ive been working on with rscb lol

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jasonsmirrorball · 6 months

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dawn, daylight. (495)

this baby drabble is for keke beloved

waking up next to jason and it's earlier in the morning, the blue fog of dawn just barely creeping over the horizon and into your shared bedroom. it's cold, but the blankets – and jason – trap in the heat between you both. you're still tired, eyelids heavy and gravitating closer to your lover, pressing against him because he's warm, pressing your fingers against the flat of his stomach and tucking your chin into his chest, burrowing underneath the covers completely until your face no longer feels icy.

and you let the moment pass, feeling him breathe under you, the soft whistle of his nose muffled through the blankets and his arm loosely curling around you. outside, you can hear the fainter sounds of the city, cars passing by and a cat outside meowing – one of the neighbors', probably. but everything remains soft, as if trapped under a layer of snow. your mind feels cottony, still waking and foggy, and all you know is that you're here and jason too. affection colours your hazy vision in rose, and your body moves before your mind to press a kiss to his sternum.

downy hair tickles your cheek, and you kiss the spot once more, fingers stroking the skin of his stomach tenderly. even unseeing, you can feel the raised skin, can envision the jagged pink lines that criss cross his body. in his sleep, jason lets out a harsh breath and you still your movements, flattening your palms against him. he settles slowly, tensed muscles relaxing little by little until he goes soft once more, curving over your body protectively.

you can hear the moment he begins to wake, some few minutes later. it's a slight jolt, as though he's thrust out of sleep violently, dreaming one moment and awake the next. his arm tightens against your back, hand splaying under the fabric of your shirt against your skin, fingertips pressing into your spine. you're here, is unsaid in the minute breath he lets out, relief evident in the shudder that wracks through him and you shuffle a little – slowly, so you don't startle him – and peek your head out.

teal eyes soften when they find yours, lips curling ever so slightly into an immeasurably fond pout.

"where'd you go?" he says quietly, unwilling to shatter the silence. it amuses you that for all the gravel in his voice, hoarse and unused, he manages to sound petulant. i couldn't find you, he says.

"cold," you whisper. i was always here, you tell him.

he blinks at you slowly, lashes fluttering around opaline eyes, and draws you into him in silent response.

dawn creeps in, blue spilling in through the cracks in your curtains at first and then pale gold. gotham, so unforgiving and cold usually, shows you her beauty in the early hours of the morning as you cradle jason. you count his breaths, and then steal them, as she pours into your room and over your sheets.

started listening to daylight while writing the end of this and wanted to start weeping. i want him to make his home in my bed, i want to hold him carefully, and brush his hair and love him so tenderly.

#jasonsmirrorball #jay my heart #divider by benkeibear

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neodump · 1 year

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Reader mistakes Mark, her crush, as Jaehyun, an ex (meant to be renewed) friend with benefits, at a Halloween party at her place. Dubious consent, unprotected, tipsy sex, and masked fiend incoming. Read at your own risk, thanks.

The music isn’t as dull as it should be, tucked away in your dark room, thin city walls and all. It’s alright though, the hand you’ve got tucked up underneath your skirt is keeping you occupied, two of your fingertips rubbing up against the sloshy-drunk throb of your clit through your panties.

Kneeling beside your bed on the fuzzy rug you keep there, bent over your bed at the waist, is probably the best decision you’ve made all night. The warmth waving out from your pussy is almost unbearable, mouth cottony as you pant against your sheets, staring out in the slight dark. Mark had stopped dancing to talk to you for a minute, mask lifted enough for you to see the pink slip of his mouth as he smiled at something you said. The smell of him though as he leant in to say something in your ear, laundry detergent and the slight musk of sweat, makes you swill the first knuckles of your fingers against the insistent throb of your clit with a frustrated groan.

You make a grab for your phone, slapping the bedspread until you find it, and the brightness has you squinting as you search for your chat with Jaehyun. It’s been awhile since you’ve hooked up with him, having thought it best to end it when you were trying to get with one of his friends, but that’s not happening and this is an emergency.

You’re sure you type out something crude, like come fuck me, or repeat of last Halloween? before you’re cupping your hand over your pussy, rolling your hips into it desperately just thinking about last year. Jaehyun had snuck into your room while you were in this same exact position, bent over, vulnerable, and was able to pull down your costume bottoms with your underwear and have you just like that, no preamble.

Really??? is the message that comes back, another one comes after, too long for you to read without your eyes hurting.

My room, just do it, don’t talk, you shoot back and toss your phone away.

You can get like this without the liquor; head filling with hot air, heavy on the sheets, hot need loosening every limb, all of it seeping down to your cunt, out of you, making your panties damp. It’s just easier tonight, knowing what you’re going to get.

Your doorknob twists slowly, the door coming open to let music fill up the entire room for just a moment before it’s closed softly once more. It’s not hard to spot the mask in the dark, the only thing you can really make out as it comes closer.

“Don’ take the mask off,” you murmur, spreading your knees out a little more on the rug, tilting your hips up as you keep rubbing at yourself, your heart between your legs.

There’s a wet clicking sound, loud and confusing before you realize it’s you, slippery labia sticking and unsticking as you rub furiously at yourself. It’d be embarrassing if it weren’t Jaehyun, and if your skirt wasn’t being flipped over your lower back, knuckles coming to caress against the swampy-wet of your panties, pressing against your hole curiously.

“Do it,” you exhale, chest tight, going shivery as the touch doesn’t stop, so gentle up and down your slit.

Fingers hook inside your panties, sliding them aside, and a flurry of fabric comes from behind you. There’s not nearly enough time for you to feel warm breath wash over your pulsing cunt before there’s a mouth laving over you, wide open and greedy. Shock has you crying out, toes curling inside your shoes, shoes you didn’t even realize you still had on, the cold-hot of it reverberating through you. You hadn’t even done more than give yourself a trim, because if anyone, even Mark, was going to get with you, they shouldn’t care. But Jaehyun seems more than used to it. Appreciative right now, even.

“You didn’t do this last year,” you gasp, spreading your knees wider. He pauses briefly behind you

It’s messy, his nose burrowing in between your folds, mask touching your ass, and a determined tongue coming to slide all the way to your clit, pointing against it. Jaehyun’s hands feel heavier when they come to spread you open, slurping at the slick that’s sluiced out of you before nuzzling up to your opening with his tongue, writhing into you listlessly. Your room must’ve flipped on its head, your brain turning over in your skull, thighs twitching as he doesn’t stop, breathing hard through his nose against you.

“I fuckin’ need you,” you slur, gripping your sheets tight, and whimpering when he tries lapping at as much of your pussy as he can fit in his wide open mouth, hot tongue swathing over your clit, once, then twice, before he pulls away completely.

Your panties are pulled down, tugged off of one of your deadweight legs, too horny to move as quick as he apparently needs, and left circled around the other. He’s going to fuck you like some random at a party, faceless and in the dark, and maybe even leave you in your room alone again just as quickly. Hearing the sound of a zipper come down and pants and boxers shoved away has you pulsating.

“Yes, yeah,” you whisper, egging him on as you reach back with one hand, your wetness shlicking as you spread yourself open. “C’mon.”

It’s then that you clock the downright animalistic breathlessness coming from behind the mask. You told him not to speak and he’s taking it seriously. But it stutters as the fat, burning line of his cock slaps quickly against you, the tip of it slip-sliding along your pussy, nudging your plump clit, lubing up. It’s almost too much, feeling him pause right at your aching entrance, the pulse of him obvious.

“No condom,” he aches out, so soft, and eases into you without waiting for a reply.

“Oh,” you sigh, rocking your pelvis up, surprised at the stretch of him, more than you remember.

He parks himself deep with a heavy sigh, pubic hair tickling the soft of your skin. His hands grab at the flesh of your waist as his hips buck up and against you, digging in until you’re groaning, fluttering around his cock.

You get tugged down to the edge of the bed, nearly flat on your elbows, as he angles your hips almost straight down. His first, hard thrust buries him up to the balls in you, knocking whatever sense you had left askew as he holds you down into the steady, staccato rhythm he sets. His hips clapping against your ass and your dogged pants on every thrust drown out the music, clawed fingers digging into the crease of your thighs.

You drag a hand down to play with your neglected clit, gritting your teeth at the pang of pleasure it sends through you. But he’s pulling out soon after. You let a poor moan as he pulls you up and over the bed again, pushing your skirt further up, and crowds up to the bed behind you, over you, back to chest. The laundry-clean of him wafts over you as he breaches your soaked pussy again, sliding to the hilt easily. He smells like Mark, sounds like what you imagined him to, breath stuttering. Shame overcomes you, sharp, but your cunt only grips him tighter at the thought of Mark sneaking into your room and fucking you like this.

“Good pussy,” he mutters hoarsely behind your head, a thin exhale following as he starts punching into you again.

You melt into your mattress at the words, letting him stuff his hand up your shirt to hold one of your tits in the palm of his warm hands, slowly flicking at your nipple with his thumb, and his other hand shoving between your body and the mattress to rub over your hard clit as he curls his hips. It’s probably the best quickie you two have had, nonsense noises being fucked out of your lax mouth, squirming under him when his fingers around your clit force you closer to what’s building up to a catastrophic orgasm, but he only holds you tighter, squeezing your tit twice before gripping you by throat.

“Mark,” you cry out, accidental and wanting, your toes scrabbling against the floor, the back of your thighs meeting the swinging resistance of his right behind you.

You don’t bother to correct yourself as you get the orgasm pounded out of you, pussy contracting around his wet cock, eyes focused on nothing as he keeps rubbing his thumb round and round your clit. His harsh breaths come over the roar of blood in your ears, hips stuttering, fighting for another minute inside you, before he busts deep inside with a short, gritted noise. He keeps rocking into you, wringing himself out with the last of your orgasm happening around him.

The hand around your throat trails down to your other breast, feeling at it softly, like a little goodbye, before he’s pulling back. A hot trail of his seed seeps down to your clit as soon as he pulls out with a quiet, wet sound.

“Phew,” he breathes, a thumb spreading one of your lips out to watch his come continue dripping out. Your skirt gets flipped down to cover you, smoothed out over your ass carefully.

You listen to him pull his pants back up, get himself in order, and a blast and muting of music as he leaves. Your sheets are warm against your cheek, your body heavy from a satisfying fuck. He’s clinging thick and balmy to your labia and clit when you reach down to rub at yourself, your hole still gaping some.

The door behind you opens again.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says, music going quiet as the door shuts. “I was looking for you.”

It takes a second to process before you’re lifting your head up. “What d’you mean?”

“Check your phone,” Jaehyun laughs, his voice clearer as he slips off his mask. “What’re you doing in the dark anyways?”

You pat the bed for your phone and wince at the screen as it comes on. The message thread is there when you get it unlocked. Just not with Jaehyun.

Really???

I don’t have any condoms or anything though

I still want to if that’s cool with you?

I’ve been wanting this.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You read over your own reply and Mark’s simple ‘kay.’ in response.

“Mark wanted me to get you some water, he said he came to check on you on my way back here,” Jaehyun says, too drunk to notice your dilemma.

“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat as you toss your phone away again. The last dribble of Mark’s nut hangs by a thread from your clit, tickling.

“He did.”

#nct smut #mark lee smut #mark smut #late for halloween

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