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Okay I'm not usually a fan of rereading books because I have so many other things I still want to read, but I started rereading RWRB yesterday and I'm enjoying all the little details with the perspective of having already read it, who know I'd enjoy reading it again maybe more than the first time?
#I maybe should have waited though because I'm going finish and the movie still won't be out#taking a tumblr break while my phone charges#because yes I bought a kobo so I could stop reading fic/library books on my phone#but apparently even though kobo uses overdrive and the app I use uses overdrive I can access more books on the app than on kobo?
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I just want to start off by saying that you’re keeping all of us Tyrone girlies well fed!! You’re hands down one of my favorite writers on Tumblr ❣️
Not sure if you’re taking requests , but I would kill to see Tyrone be the jealous/pining one. He just always seems so cool and collected. Maybe it’s like a friends to lovers thing (or maybe they’re FWB and he hasn’t made it official) and someone asks the reader out before he does. Might be slightly toxic, but I feel like it’s on brand for him
Break Me
Pairing: Tyrone x Mean!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Toxic Tyrone, all consensual. Multiple uses of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".
Summary: See ask. While you get ready for your date, Tyrone invites himself over to make you address where you stand with each other.
Word Count: 5,102k
A/N: I have no excuses for myself. None. Head empty. I'm SO sorry this took forever to get out, I feel so bad. I hope this was worth the wait! Thank you for calling me one of your fave writers! ILY! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt! Not everyone got tagged, simply because the list is so long and some of them have been inactive, no hard feelings!
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You sang along to Megan the Stallion’s song, “Girls in the Hood”, at full blast while you readied yourself for a date. Your shoulders bumped to the familiar beat, sliding on lip gloss. You felt good. Lighter than air. Dare you say…excited for the date?
You snickered and shook your head. No, you were not excited for no funky ass date. It was just nice to get dressed for once and leave your apartment for a Saturday night. You had been working hard the past few weeks, trying to get a little recognition at work.
You were approaching that time. The time where they either started showing some love or you were going to use their computers to find a new one. You hated starting over at a new place. You hated trying to suss out if the new people were going to be cool or full of microaggressions.
You sighed as you looked over your makeup in the mirror. You liked the soft complementary tones to your skin tone. Tonight was about you and that was all there was to it. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand.
You looked down, swiping to open it, and read the text from Tyrone.
Tyrone With That Monster: Need this dick?
Heat pulsed through you from the text alone. You stared at the screen as you willed your body to recover from the brief flashback to the last time Tyrone texted you. The way he had your legs in the air and was knocking your headboard into your wall so hard, there were still grooves there.
Nope, nope, nope. You were not going back there. It had been about a month since you last spoke to him. Both of you were too involved in your worlds to manage more than a scheduled back breaking. You did not need that toxic ass nigga in your life. No matter how good the dick was.
You texted back: naw, busy tonight.
Tyrone With That Monster: busy doin what? Watchin them corny ass shows?
You giggled and shook your head. You enjoyed cooking shows, there was nothing wrong with that. You knew it was fake as hell, but the food looked so good after. And dammit, you cared about some of the contestants whose lifelong dream it was to cook for their favorite chefs.
You: naw, a date
Tyrone With That Monster: what you mean a date?
You: I said what I said
You flipped your phone over. You did not have time to go back and forth with Tyrone. He wasn’t usually a fast texter and you still needed to slip on your dress. Your playlist flipped to “Body” by Megan the Stallion and you shimmied your way to your closet. You pulled out dress after dress, wondering which one screamed that you were classy but liked to be fucked into oblivion.
Your phone buzzed and buzzed but you ignored it. It was a text tone and you sincerely hoped that Vaughn was not the type of nigga to text that he was here. His ass better come to the door like a gentleman. He was too early anyway.
Going through your options, you decided to go with a burnished orange mini dress. You’d have to spend the night making sure you weren’t flashing your ass for the wrong crowd but it was short enough for Vaughn to get the message. You opened your closet door to reveal the mirror hanging from it.
You slipped the dress on, carefully yanking it down to fit over your wide hips and ass. You turned in the mirror to look at how the dress hung. Damn, you could see the bottom of your ass. There was no way to keep it down. Shit. Not appropriate for dinner. It was appropriate for the club, so you grabbed your phone from the vanity, ready to text your friend about a potential club date.
You had several missed messages from Tyrone asking where you were going, who you were going with, what you were wearing, why you stopped answering, etc. You giggled running through the messages. You didn’t know what was going on with him, acting like ya’ll went together real bad.
You were in the middle of typing a reply when you heard a thumping noise. You turned down Megan, a cardinal sin you know, and listened. Someone was banging on your door like they were the police. You tossed your phone onto your bed and headed towards the front door.
If it was your date, it was off. You had no time for a disrespectful ass mu’fucka. You looked through your peephole and gasped. Tyrone stood with his back towards you, scanning your neighborhood.
You opened the wooden door, staring at him through the metal door. “Tyrone?” You asked.
“Open up,” he said.
You crossed your arms. “Why are you here bangin’ on my door like that? You know my neighbor–”
“Is deaf as hell. Open this damn door,” he said and sucked his teeth.
Your pussy fluttered and you squeezed your thighs to make the ol’ girl calm down. So it had been a month since you seen him. So you still woke up in the morning sometimes from dreams where he folded you in half. Tyrone was a fuck boy, through and through, and you had no time for that.
“Who the hell do you think you talkin’ to like that? Take that bass out ya voice,” you said.
“Open this damn door,” Tyrone said, lowering his voice and injecting more bass. Asshole. That only turned you on more.
You sighed and twisted the lock, opening the door for him. You didn’t want to cause a scene. The sweet old lady you lived next door to was kind and treated you like a granddaughter. She wouldn’t understand why you’d put up with someone like Tyrone.
You didn’t really understand it either. You just knew that you hated a weak ass man. There was nothing wrong with men who listened to their ladies and were sweet in everything that they did. But it turned you off when you told someone to shut up and they just went, “yes, ma’am”.
Where was the fight? Where was the passion? Words never swayed you. You were always about the action.
Tyrone swept into your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. He closed the wooden door and then finally faced you. Letting him in was a mistake you genuinely regretted at that moment.
He looked so cozy standing there in a hooded jacket, jacket over it, thick black jeans, and some Jordans. You wanted to bundle up with him. In your room. Under the covers.
“The hell you going dressed like that?” He asked.
“Hello to you too, nigga,” you rolled your eyes and traipsed back to your room. Tyrone’s thunderous steps followed.
“Shoes off!” You snapped.
Tyrone sighed dramatically, never understanding the thing about taking off his shoes. You didn’t know which ho’s house he was coming from or which backwoods ass alley he was selling out of, but you did not want it tracked all over your soft brown carpet.
Tyrone followed you to your room where you slipped the dress back over your head. You were braless and Tyrone openly stared at your tits but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. He was barely a friend and he would be nothing more so there was no harm.
Even though you felt his gaze like a physical thing. As if he were already pulling you close and running his hands across your breasts, squishing, kneading…okay, stop it.
You looked through your other dresses, trying to find something before your date showed up. You roughly had an hour, so you hoped you could find something quickly. If finding your dress was hard, finding a matching pair of heels was harder.
“So you just gon’ flash them shits and ignore me?”
“What do you want, Tyrone? I said I was busy,” you told him. Your back was to him. You didn’t want to look at him too long or give him any hint that he could approach you. You weren’t sure you had the willpower to resist him.
Did you love him? No. You barely tolerated him. You weren’t even sure how you fell into “fuck buddy” territory. It had been a wild couple of months, where you had more fun having sex than you could remember.
But, the more you hopped in with him, the less you wanted to hop in with anyone else. And that simply wouldn’t do.
You were growing uncomfortably wet. Your brain and heart didn’t want him, but your pussy did. Every swish of your thighs and dip of your hip reminded you of how wet you grew around him. If he were to enter you right now, he wouldn’t need to work himself in. You were your very own slip n’ slide.
You bit your lip to keep from laughing, you didn’t want to have to explain yourself.
“You said you didn’t do dates,” he said.
“I don’t.” You couldn’t concentrate on finding a dress while he stood there, across the way from you. It felt like he was crowding your space. Or maybe that was just his presence.
“What the fuck? Why you actin’ like this?” He asked.
“I’m not acting like anything. You the one that showed up unannounced,” you said. You risked a glance at him. He had his hands in his hoodie pocket, head tilted a bit to the side, and eyes furrowed.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. With his big, sexy ass lips. Wide nose. Fierce eyebrows. Your pussy would never let you forget what his tongue could do. Could you clean yourself up real quick? You didn’t want to go out on a date with soaked panties.
You pulled the next dress you could find out of the closet and held it up to yourself. It was a black, sleeveless midi dress that would more than cover your ass but still short enough to not hinder you from getting some tonight.
You had been depriving yourself of dick, mostly because you were bored with the current rotation. They weren’t doing anything new, weren't trying to do anything new, and you didn’t have time to break it down for them.
You were ready to hop on and get yours. So you quietly ghosted the current roster and set to work building up some potentials. Vaughn was the only one with some sense so far. He used proper grammar, he had hobbies outside of playing ball on the weekends or surfing the internet trolling, and he was on his grown man grind.
“If you wanted a date, why didn’t you ask me?” Tyrone asked.
You laughed. The sound erupted from you, loudly and rudely, and you held your hand to your mouth to rein it back in.
“You? Taking me on a date? Be fuckin’ forreal.” You couldn’t hide the laughter in your tone.
“You actin’ like a nigga can’t take you somewhere nice. After we fuck, you kickin’ me out the bed.”
Laughter still shook your shoulders as you glanced at him. But he wasn’t laughing. His lips were pressed together and you had to really look at him. Was he serious?
“I thought that was what we agreed to?” Did you miss something?
“Yeah, I thought we agreed to fuck with each other.”
“And do?”
“So why you switching shit up, going on dates? When we got started, I asked you out a few times.”
You bit the corner of your mouth. You hated messy shit like this. “Not that I have to explain myself, but I felt like a date today. Felt like doing something new. Fuck buddies starting to get played if I can’t hang out after,” you said. You shrugged your shoulders.
You weren’t in the market for a relationship. Didn’t have the time. But you supposed that you wanted a friend with benefits. Hang out to do dumb shit like go to the movies, go see a gallery opening, go out to dinner and then come home to get off. You weren’t down for the cuddling shit but maybe? You didn’t know what you were after, but this wasn’t it anymore.
You couldn’t picture Tyrone doing any of those things. He was too busy, too rough around the edges, to fit the ideal friend you were looking for.
“Then why can’t we hang after?” Tyrone asked.
You fought a smile. “And do what, Tyrone? Watch my corny ass shows that you complain about? Talk about work? Go out to the same five fast food restaurants and eat in the car, parked somewhere?”
“Damn, you think that about me?” His voice got soft. Shit. No, no. This was going all wrong. Tyrone was good for being a stone wall. You could say whatever and do whatever. He didn’t care. You liked that he didn’t care.
“I’m saying that this isn’t an exclusive thing. We both knew that. How many women you don’ fucked on your way over to me? How many girls you got waiting for a call back from you?”
“Ion know, I ain’t messed with none of them bitches for a good while. You’d know that if you texted me for something other than dick,” he said.
“Need I remind you who texted who tonight?”
“You’re so fuckin’ irritating!” Tyrone exploded.
“I don’t know what you want!” You screamed back.
“You! Dumb ass!”
Your mouth was already open, ready to rip apart anything he said in response. But when his words sunk in, when the pounding of your heart in your ears lessened, it dawned on you that he said he wanted you.
“Oh,” you said. You stood there awkwardly. You had the dress in your hands, hanging limply from the hangar. You lifted it, covering yourself, not sure what to say to that.
“You don’t even think about me, do you?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you said. You faced away from him.
“Then tell me what’s going on in your head, ‘cause I never do. I don’t fuckin’ get you half the time. But I know I want you,” he said.
“You just want what’s between my legs. This my fuckin’ pussy,” you snapped. Anger bubbled in your gut. Who the fuck did he think he was, pulling this shit? Forcing you to confront these…these…fuck ass feelings? You were about your money. You were about your grind. This was precisely why you didn’t want relationships and cut niggas off before it got this far.
This was ultimately your fault, for letting him linger for so long. But how could you deny your insane chemistry with him? You never got the grooves fixed in your wall because you liked remembering how he handled your body. You liked remembering that he worshiped every inch of you and never made a snide comment about your looks or weight.
You pretty for a big girl…it’s nice to be out with someone who eat like me, not like a damn bird…
“Don’t put words in my mouth. Ain’t that what you said?” Tyrone fired back.
You sighed and pushed past him, heading for the bathroom. “I need to get ready for my date,” you mumbled.
Tyrone blocked your exit from your bedroom, using his size to crowd in even more. “How could you still think about that nigga when I’m right in front of you? Telling you I want you? We can stop the sex right now, if you’ll give me a chance,” he said, his tone soft. His eyes were pleading with you, silently begging you to make that leap.
“There’s only sex between us, Tyrone. Move,” you said. You looked away from him, digging your hands into your flesh, clutching the dress to yourself.
“Fine. Tell me your pussy ain’t wet and I’ll leave,” he said.
“That’s not fair, Tyrone,” you said.
“I don’t care. Tell me it isn’t. Tell me them little ass panties ain’t fuckin’ soaked.”
“Sex was never our problem,” you told him.
“You ain’t trynna be with me and I know you ain’t trynna be with whatever fuck nigga you got comin’ to swoop you up. You don’t even know if his dick as good as mine. Let me send you out proper then,” he said.
He closed the minimal distance between you, pressing his lips to your temple. “Show me you truly don’t fuck with me no more and I’ll leave,” he said.
“You just confessed that you want me. How fair is it to let you hit after that? Or let you hit and then go out with someone else?” He could not fuck you into being with him. There was no way that he was going to fuck some feelings into you.
Stupidly, a small part of you still didn’t want to give him up. You wanted him to take back what he said. To unring that bell. You wanted him to take those words from your brain so that he could stay on the roster. Stay unbothered. You didn’t want to change your arrangement.
“I’m just some fuck boy right? I got other women waiting on this dick, so what does it matter?”
“Because you already ruined it!”
Tyrone only smirked. He tugged on the dress. You held on but you didn’t want to tear the dress either. You let it go and he tossed the dress onto your ottoman. He spread your arms out and he looked down at your titties. It was just cold. That was the only reason your nipples were beaded up like that.
“I can’t ruin what never was. I’m a grown ass man. I can handle rejection,” he said. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and you fought off a shiver.
“Tyrone…” You knew this was a bad idea. “We shouldn’t.”
Dammit, you were dick whipped. And you knew that you had to hold out. Had to remain strong. You couldn’t fuck someone who had feelings for you. You were an asshole but you had to be an asshole with some rules. There was a line somewhere.
Tyrone took off his jacket and then took off his hoodie, revealing a white t-shirt. His lips returned to your forehead, then your cheek, bypassing your mouth and headed towards your neck. You melted into his kisses, leaning your head back for more. Wait, no.
You pushed him away and put your hands up. “We can’t.”
“We shouldn’t. We can’t. Tell me no. Tell me no since you ain’t want me,” he said.
“I told you that sex was never our problem,” you said. You’d definitely have to change your panties now. You couldn’t go on a date like this. All hot and bothered. “I hate you.”
Tyrone smirked, removing his shirt. Your mouth dropped open. It had been far too long since you seen him naked. Since you seen that one eyed-monster he got hiding in his pants.
His hands deftly unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper moving slowly down. You followed the action. You were throbbing right now, needing a really good dick down. Wasn’t that what the whole Vaughn thing was for anyway? You had been texting him for a few weeks and you appreciated that he wasn’t begging for pussy. But Tyrone was right. You didn’t know if Vaughn was good in bed yet.
“What was it that you said? It’s your pussy right? Don’t you want to take care of her before your date? Just so you’re in it thinking with your head,” he said.
Tyrone waited. He waited for you to tell him no. To tell him to get dressed, walk out, and leave you free for your date. You just stared at his hands on his jeans, ready to pull them down.
“I hate you,” you sighed. You weren’t strong. You were not every woman. It was not all in you. He was right. He was a grown man and he could handle rejection. One last roll around the sheets wouldn’t kill him. Maybe he needed that final nut to get you out of his system.
Tyrone’s smug smile split his face as he dropped the jeans. His dick was already pressing against his black boxer briefs. He rubbed himself over the top. “Get that pretty ass on the bed,” he said.
He had you, so he was back to familiar territory. You followed his directions, walking backwards until your legs hit the bed. You sat down. He approached, still rubbing that wonderful, beautiful dick of his.
You licked your lips. You reached out to grab the band of the boxers, but he slapped your hand away. You gave him a funny look but he only knelt down slowly. He hauled your legs to his shoulders and scooted in, until you were angled perfectly.
He took a deep breath. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy,” he said. He moved your panties to the side and started eating you out. No teasing, no games, just big lips attached to your pussy and eating like it was his God given right.
“Oue, shit,” you moaned. You tried to scoot back a bit. You weren’t used to such intensity from him.
Tyrone pulled you forward, pressing his shoulders under your thighs and forcing your legs wider. Music still played in the background, a sensual R&B tune called “Flames” that only highlighted this naughty moment.
His tongue flicked against your clit. He attacked it with precision, flicking it back and forth since he knew it was the quickest way to get you off. As he did that, his left hand held your pussy lips open. His right hand trailed down in your slickness and pushing inside you.
“Ohhhhh,” you moaned to the ceiling. He fucked you with his thick digits, going in and out at a fast pace. Your thighs shook on his shoulders.
“Mhm, this yo pussy right?” He whispered against your clit.
“Yess,” you moaned. And it was. You were the proud owner of something that drove men insane. Thinkin’ they owned you or some shit. You were the mu’fucka that had to deal with it day in and day out. So why should it belong to a mu’fucka who couldn’t find your clit even if you drew them a map?
Tyrone suckled on your clit, driving his fingers deeper inside of you. Tyrone didn’t need a map. He knew exactly what to do. He flipped his hand over, curling his fingers in a come hither motion. You clutched his braids as you came on his face. Shaking. Quaking. Was there an earthquake or were you just shaking that damn badly from this momentous orgasm?
“Fuuhh,” you cried out. It had been entirely too long. Damn, my bad sis, you mentally thought about your vagina. You would never deprive her for so long again.
You twitched as Tyrone continued to lap up your orgasm, groaning at your taste. He was mumbling something but you couldn’t hear. He leaned back, lifting his soaked fingers to his mouth and suckled up your juices.
He stood up and peeled off your panties. “Knew you were wet as fuck,” he said, self satisfaction written all over his face.
“Whatever, nigga,” you groaned. He chuckled and picked you up. He tossed you further on the bed. You were ready to admonish him for it, but he finally freed that big ass monster. His dick bobbed when he was finally free.
He stood there a moment, letting you look your fill. “Hurry up and come fuck me,” you said. You didn’t have time to play. You weren’t sure what the time was. Oh yeah, you tossed your phone onto the bed.
Tyrone chuckled. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. The bed dipped as he climbed on.. Where did he get the fuckin’ audacity to toss you around like this? Was this the same Tyrone? Did he have a twin or clone somewhere who was a little sex freak?
He slapped your ass. “Goddamn,” he said. “That fuckin’ recoil is dangerous.”
“Who do-”
He entered you and you gasped from his size. Did he get bigger? Was that possible? This couldn’t be the same dick you were hopping on a few weeks ago. “Oh fuck,” you gasped.
Your hands clutched the red sheets, trying to pull yourself away from him. You weren’t prepared for this!
Tyrone slammed your hips back down on his girth and you cried out. A mix of pain and pleasure had your hand frantically reaching back. Tyrone grabbed it and pushed it into the bed next to your head. His large hand covering yours was sexy all by itself. Your pussy fluttered and Tyrone groaned.
“This yo pussy right?” He asked.
“Yeesssuh,” you moaned.
You started throwing it back on him, slapping your ass against his thighs. The wet smacking got louder than the music playing in the background. “Fuck me,” he moaned and went harder.
A dance of dominance began. Your hips rolled as you tried to gain some type of control. You liked getting fucked as much as the next person, but he was an entirely different animal tonight. A dangerous one. He was pulling out all kinds of moves you didn’t know he had. And you were unprepared for it. Blindsided that this mu’fucka still had some tricks up his sleeve.
But every inch you tried to gain, he’d switch it up. He took his hand off of yours and replaced it on your hip. He lifted up his right leg to steady himself. Then he really went to town. Each meeting of your skin on his was like a shotgun blast. Lethal. Loud. His thrusts were hard. His strokes deep.
He moved his hand again, snaking it under your bodies until he found your clit. “Oh, shit, wait,” you mumbled.
“Uh-uh, this yo pussy. Treat her right,” he grunted. His harsh breaths fanned over your overheated skin.
His fingers were too much. You reared up as another orgasm tore through you. Like a mini tornado. You shook, your eyes crossed, and pleasure whipped you into a chaotic frenzy. As you were still cumming, Tyrone pulled out long enough to flip you onto your back.
Your hands flew to his chest, but he ignored you. The nigga had a demon inside of him. He licked his lips as he rammed back inside of you. Your back bowed off of the bed.
“What the fu–”
“Ima need one more, pretty girl,” he said. He pressed his chest into yours. His sweat mixed with yours. You slid easily against him, both panting and grunting and rutting like two mu’fuckas in heat.
“I can’t–”
“Sure you can. It’s your pussy, you can do what you want,” he murmured into your neck. He lifted his head and kissed you.
You were stunned, gasping, and he took advantage licking the lip gloss from your lips. His tongue played with yours.
On the heels of your last orgasm, he pulled another one from you. Like a little thief. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Surely, you saw stars. The universe. You knew every answer known to man in that moment. You touched another reality as your body flooded his dick.
He slipped out and he frantically shoved back in. “That’s right. You treat that pussy well,” he said. He continued to kiss you and fuck you through it. You couldn’t comprehend anything beyond his dick ramming inside of you as if he were truly trying to steal your guts.
Distantly, you heard your ringtone. “Ignore it,” you said against his lips.
“Answer it,” he said.
“What?”
“Answer. That. Shit.” Every word was a deeper stroke. How was he not as deep as possible already?!
You turned your head, your hand frantically reaching through your red sheets for your phone. Vaughn’s name flashed on the screen. Fuuuuuck.
Pressure built in your lower belly. You clenched around Tyrone’s thick dick. “On speaker,” Tyrone said with a smirk.
Your hand shakily swiped to answer and then you put him on speaker. You laid the phone on your chest. Tyrone seemed to like that because he grinned and then turned his attention to your abandoned nipples.
He suckled one into his mouth. “H-Hello?” You answered, trying to sound like you weren’t getting your guts rearranged.
“Hey, just wanted to let you know that I was five minutes out.” Vaughn had a deep voice too. Not quite as deep as Tyrone’s. But it still lovingly caressed your ears.
“I’m so sorry. I uh-” You bit your lip to keep from moaning. He was so damn big. His thrusts turned shallow, giving you a little room to breathe. His tongue laved around your nipple, sending sharp tugs to your pussy.
“I should’ve texted,” you said. Your voice sounded strained to your own ears. If Vaughn wasn’t dumb, he’d know that you were doing something nasty. With someone that wasn’t him.
“Everything okay? You sound out of breath?” Vaughn asked.
“I feel so sick.” You bit your lip again as Tyrone nibbled. He threw you a wink and then slammed into you once. You heaved and hoped it didn’t sound like a moan.
“Do you want me to bring something over? I just passed a store,” Vaughn said.
Take the fuckin’ hint, damn! “That’s–sweet. No, I’ll call, okay?” You asked.
“Alright. I’ll check on you. I hope you feel better.” He was so sweet. Dumbass.
“Okay, byee!” You hung up the phone just as Tyrone increased his strokes. His balls slapped against your wet pussy, your sheets drenched from your orgasms.
“This yo pussy?” Tyrone asked as he threw his head back and finally came, flooding you with his cum.
“Shiiii–” You came with him, both of you mutually lost to it. To the heat and pleasure chasing around and around inside your body.
Tyrone grabbed your wrists as his dick pulsed inside of you. You felt the spurts leaking out of him. He pressed your wrists close to your head. He grunted as he felt you clenching and unclenching around him, greedily sucking it all in.
“Sorry about your date,” Tyrone panted and grinned.
“I hate you so goddamn much,” you said and chuckled.
“Let’s throw on one of them corny ass shows and I’ll eat you out again.” He kissed along your jaw, wiggling his hips a bit so you knew he was still thoroughly lodged there, burying his cum deep inside you.
Well, who were you to complain? You ain’t want to go out that badly anyway.
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Elevator Music
Fem Reader x Eustass Kid
One Shot - 2,956 words
CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, elevator sex, rough sex, consensual, modern au, Kid has both arms. 18+ only
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Inspired by this tumblr post about being trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen.
“Floor?” You ask as the tall, broad shouldered young man stepped into the elevator. He looked like he could be the poster boy for punk rock. Wild red hair, golden brown eyes, scars that did nothing to detract from his looks, and a confidence in his step you had to appreciate.
“Eleven.” He answers. His voice is a little like gravel but not unpleasant.
You press the button and return to your phone, stealing a few sideways glances as politely as you could. Shame you didn’t have business with him, but the elevator ride was improved at least.
Around the 8th floor there was a jolt, not a hard one, but it was unnerving in the otherwise smooth ride. You both flinched a little and exchanged glances, and you nearly said something when another harder jolt shook the elevator carriage. You can’t help the surprised squeak that escapes you, and you grab onto the bar.
The elevator doesn’t move. Smooth, jerkily, or otherwise.
You and the punk exchange glances before looking around the compartment. There’s an emergency box he pulls open and an old style phone with no buttons. He picks it up and you can hear it ringing even after he puts it by his ear. You’re still looking around for the little red button, or anything that might be useful if no one picks up the phone.
But after a few rings there’s a voice. It’s too muffled to make out, but you can hear your fellow trapped passenger.
“Yeah, the elevator’s stuck.” There’s muffled talking and he looks around and looks at you. “See anything that says what car this is?”
“Six?” You prompt, pointing to a number just under the floor button.
“Probably. Yeah, we think it’s car 6… yeah, ‘we’, there’s a lady in here too.” There’s a long silence, and he rolls his eyes. “Am I staying on the line for this, or can you call us?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sure, sure. Here.”
He hands you the phone and you make a face before taking it. “Yell-o?” You say, unsure what was going on.
“Ma’am, we need to know if you feel threatened.” The voice on the other end of the line says.
“Huh?”
“If you feel unsafe we can probably get authorization to break the doors open and getting you out before the fire department arrives.”
“Hang on.” You put the phone to your chest and look at the big guy with you. “If I tell them you’re making me feel scared they’re willing to break the rules and get us out of here faster.”
“… You’re not afraid of me?”
You tilt your head. “No, why would I be?”
He grunts. “It’s fine then, you can lie, it won’t bother me.”
You speak back into the phone. “Hello? Yes, uh, yes, I am so if you could-.”
“For insurance reasons you’ll have to officially press charges ma’am.” The man on the other end of the line explains. “My supervisor just informed me.”
“Oh. Well, no then. Just get us out of here as fast as you can. I was on my way to an interview.” You reply. “I’d rather not miss it. Did you need to speak to him again?”
“No ma’am. We’ll call once we have an ETA for you. You can hang up for now.”
“Alright, thank you!” You say cheerfully and hang the phone up. “Sorry, we’ll probably be here for a while. They wanted me to file actual charges.” You grouse, clicking your tongue. “How useless.”
He shrugs and sits down in the corner by the phone. “What’s your name, doll?”
“Anything but that,” you say with a smile, sitting down across from him, being mindful of your interview outfit. “(Y/N). What’s yours, red?”
He grunts. “Anything but that.” He echoes. “Eustass Kid.”
“Well, Mr. Eustass, my apologies for not pressing charges on you.” You say with a grin.
He grunts a laugh, and leans his head back. “Hope you make your interview.”
“Ha! Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m kind of glad to be missing it, but it won’t matter. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.” You admit with a sigh.
“Oh?”
“Yeeeeeah, it’s my dad’s company. I could give two shits less about it, quite frankly, but I’ve been black listed.”
“Huh?” Eustass looked at you with actual interest for the first time since he got into the elevator. “Are you saying your old man kept other companies from hiring you?”
You nod. “Dad doesn’t have a son. Someone’s gotta take over, and if I don’t then I don’t get to work at all. I spent the last two years job hunting, and he pulled the plug on everything. I can’t even get a job as a newspaper boy, and I don’t have enough personal funds to get out of the range of his reach.
“Ahhh, sorry, a bunch of rich kid drama, isn’t it? I have it so hard.” You try to laugh, but frustration makes it hard to be flippant. “If I play along for a couple years I can bounce. That wouldn’t be so bad.”
“… You don’t have to have it hard for something to suck ass.” He says after a moment. “Your dad’s a real bastard.”
You grin. “Thanks.”
A few more minutes pass and the elevator phone rings. Eustas picks it up and listens for a few moments before replying. “Sure, we’ll be fine. If anything changes we’ll call.”
He hangs up the phone and settles against the wall more. “Get comfortable, it’s gonna be an hour at least. Says the fire fighters are busy, and once the emergency calls are cleared they’ll send someone over.”
You lean back with a bit of a sigh. You weren’t sad to be missing the interview, but you also weren’t thrilled to spend an hour or more in a box, eight floors off the ground.
You take out your phone and putz around on it for a while. After a few minutes you find yourself stealing glances at Eustass Kid. Punk rock r-shirt, work boots, dusty jeans. He smells of grease and oil and metal and chocolate. In the enclosed space it doesn’t take much to notice it all.
He’s thick and muscular. Probably could do all manner of unspeakable things to you without breaking a sweat, but something about him left you feeling safe around him. Safe enough to fantasize a little, even if you felt a bit guilty. You two barely knew each other’s names, but it was easy to imagine what was under that well-fitted shirt.
It was easy to imagine the things you’d let him do to you, too, and not just because you were wholeheartedly rebelling against dear old dad, but also because he was just hot. From the sound of his voice, to how he was relaxing right now, to - what you were sure - was a fiery personality he’d been suppressing for your benefit.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks, not even looking up from his phone.
“Yes.” You reply with a smile, watching a grin cross his face before he looks up at you.
“Not what I expected.”
“I get in trouble for that a lot,” you admit, letting your eyes shift down before looking back at him. “I’m reminded repeatedly that my behavior is terribly unladylike. Honestly though, who should care?”
“You sound like you’re looking to get into trouble.” He says, sitting up a little and giving you more of his attention.
“Are you offering to help, Eustass Kid?”
His grin turns toothy, you’d almost call it a smile except it was just so wolfish. “Planning on setting a date, or are you going to walk into the trap right now, mouse?” He asks, opening his arms and motioning you over.
You glance around the elevator again, checking to be sure there weren’t any cameras in the car with the two of you, and then stand up. He adjusts a little more, legs closed, slouched just a little, hands out on either side of his waist, at the perfect height to help you steady yourself as you step over him, foot on either side of his hips.
You pull your skirt up a little as you sit in his lap, a small approving hum from him as the tops of your thigh-high stockings come into view for a moment. Settling into position in his lap you shift and let out and involuntary gasp. The bulge in his pants is already pushing the zipper of his jeans into you.
“You really want this, huh?” He muses, shifting his hips into you and nearly pulling another sound out of you. Your face is hot and red, and you’re not having second thoughts or anything, but you’re surprised at your own arousal.
“Seems so,” you admit. “I’d blame you, but I’m worried your ego would fill to bursting.” You rock your hips against him and feel his straining under the denim. “Though it seems to be mutual.”
“Whatcha looking to get out of this?” He asks, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it.
“An orgasm comparable to that cocky look on your face.” You muse, causing his grin to twist perfectly.
“Ha! Alright,” he grabs your hair and pulls you close, but not quite enough to kiss. “I meant past those doors opening, but I can work with that.”
“Ask me something like that after those doors open,” you answer, biting your lower lip and pulling against his grip on your hair. You shift against the erection straining in his pants and rut your clit against the coarse fabric more than you meant to.
The sweet mewling gasp that escapes you is devoured by Eustass as he pulls you into a deep kiss. There’s no tenderness in the passionate kiss, no ode of love or promise of tomorrow, but it’s as greedy and needy as you are and you sink into it.
Your fingers fumble with his belt as heat builds between you, a pleased hum is all the consent you need as you begin to undo his jeans.
“Normally I’d say something about dinner and a movie first,” Kid teases, lifting his hips and helping to put the waistband of the jeans down a little. “I ain’t got any condoms on me though.”
“Honor system then,” you practically pant the words. “You clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, and I’ve had IUDs since I was sixteen, so no worries.” Your fingers run along the length of his cock, still under the fabric of his boxer, and you’re already impressed. Licking your lips involuntarily you reach in through the front opening of the boxers and wrap your fingers around the hard, thick flesh and pull if free.
Eustass’ hips buck and he hissed against the sensation of it, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the beast at this man’s disposal, and you wonder if it’s going to fit. It’s thick and long and a little intimidating, just like the punk it’s attached to.
“Jesus.” You mutter.
“Having second thoughts?” He seems pleased instead of concerned.
“Minor logistical concerns.” You say, but your voice isn’t nearly as confident as your words. You pull your skirt up and hear him swear under his breath. “Ha, thing for thigh highs, Mr. Eustass?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers, hands sliding up your thighs, snapping the garter straps playfully. “Goddamn. What were you interviewing for with this on?” He asks, his fingers hooking around the front of the thong and tugging it up a little.
You gasp and arch your back a bit at the sensation, chuckling in a mix of pleasure and nerves. “Just rebelling where I can.” You admit as he tugs the thong aside and you push your soaking slit against his rock hard erection.
You’re so wet you slide against him easily. You both take a moment to enjoy the pleasure from the contact and you can feel him twitching against you.
“Hells you are soaked.” He licks his lips and leans you back a little, lining himself up with your entrance. “You can go at your own pace, but I want to see this.”
Your whole body twitches and your face heats up. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed, and those golden brown eyes seem to look into your soul. You steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, slowly lowering your hips onto him. If you weren’t practically dripping with desire you don’t think you could take him without a lot more prep, but you slowly work him in and out, stretching yourself against his thick cock and reveling in how full you feel.
You don’t hold back the airy moans and needy whimpers that escape you as you work him in deeper and deeper. The elevator phone rings, and the only look you give him is one filled with lust. You shift your hips and moan as he reaches for the phone.
His right hand goes over your mouth as he picks up the phone with his left. “Yeah?” He prompts, voice steady. His eyes are still on you, and a slight shift of his hips is all the motivation you need to continue taking him in.
He smirks as your tongue slips along his middle finger. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the update.” He replies to the voice on the other end of the phone. His middle finger is slipping against the tip of your tongue as he hangs up the phone.
You lean forward, pushing his finger into your open mouth as you take the rest of his cock into your pussy. You kiss the base of his finger lightly, before leaning back, running your tongue along his finger playfully. You put your hands on his shoulders, struggling a little to get the leverage you need to move. He’s so broad your knees don’t reach the elevator floor, so instead you hook your feet over his legs and begin to ride him.
“Got about twenty minutes.” He says, hands on your hips, helping you move once you set your pace.
“Ah, damn,” you gasp, grinning at him salaciously. “A quickie then, eh?”
He nearly barks a laugh, before giving you an amused grin. “If twenty minutes is quick in your book, I’m curious what a proper amount of time is?”
“Mm,” you grind into him a little. “An hour at least.” You muse, riding him as you talk. “Foreplay, teasing, as many toe-curling, throat-shattering orgasms you can rip from one another, aftercare. A good proper fuck in the morning should wreck your whole day.”
You can hear him growl in approval, hands tightening against your hips, dick twitching inside of you. His hips move to meet yours as you come down, pushing him into you deeper and faster. You moan for him to do as he pleases and the restraints he’d put on himself snap.
You went from being on top of him, to being under him, to being up against the elevator wall in just a few minutes. Every time you got close he’d shift to a different position. The grin on his face let you know he knew exactly what he was doing, the bratty bastard.
Pushed up against the elevator wall, legs hooked over his arms as he brings you close again. Something in his demeanor promises release at the end of this, and you’re holding onto him in need and desperation. Moans and grunts mixing with the shiver and creak of the elevator car.
The elevator phone begins to ring.
“Ah-aan-answer that – hnggh! – and I w-will kill you!” You gasp as you can feel yourself nearly there.
“Cum for me little mouse,” he growls, tongue teasing your neck.
Pleasure rushes into you, tensing your body and causing your fingers to dig into him through his shirt. He speeds up a little and the pleasurable mewling sounds coming from you turn into gasping pleas as you clench against him sending you both over the edge.
There’s a quiet moment, a couple rings from the phone the only thing marking the passage of time, shared between you both before he pulls out and sets you onto shaky legs. He’s reaching for the phone before he’s even tucked himself back into pants, practically snarling.
“What?”
There’s a moment of silence before you can hear the voice on the other side start talking. You’re adjusting your clothes, and trying to tidy yourself up a little when you feel something leaking down your thighs. Your hands go between your legs as your face turns red.
“Yeah yeah, thanks. Look just get us out of here, it’s getting hot in this box.” He grumbles into the phone before hanging it up. Zipping up his jeans he pulls a rag from his back pocket. “It’s clean.”
You take it and clean up the leak. “Thanks.” Your attention is turned away as you clean yourself up. “Want me to dry clean it before I return it?”
Eustass laughs. “Nah, keep it.”
“A memento then?” You muse with a chuckle. “Oh, hey, I never did ask - what’re you here for today?”
“Finalizing the paperwork on the shop.” He says. “Starting my own business.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh? Congratulations.” You offer a smile. “I’m sure it’ll succeed.”
“Mm, thanks.” He replies absently.
There’s a moment of silence between you and you hear people outside the doors working on getting you out. You and Eustass take turns tidying one another up, since there’s no mirror to use, and make yourselves as presentable as possible.
As the doors open, Eustass turns to you with a grin. “So, I hear you’re looking for a job?”
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Elevator Music
Fem Reader x Eustass Kid
One Shot - 2,956 words
CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, elevator sex, rough sex, consensual, modern au, Kid has both arms. 18+ only
Inspired by this tumblr post about being trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen.
Note: This one-shot has been officially EXPANDED. Elevated will begin posting here shortly, and picks up after this one shot, thank you!
“Floor?” You ask as the tall, broad shouldered young man stepped into the elevator. He looked like he could be the poster boy for punk rock. Wild red hair, golden brown eyes, scars that did nothing to detract from his looks, and a confidence in his step you had to appreciate.
“Eleven.” He answers. His voice is a little like gravel but not unpleasant.
You press the button and return to your phone, stealing a few sideways glances as politely as you could. Shame you didn’t have business with him, but the elevator ride was improved at least.
Around the 8th floor there was a jolt, not a hard one, but it was unnerving in the otherwise smooth ride. You both flinched a little and exchanged glances, and you nearly said something when another harder jolt shook the elevator carriage. You can’t help the surprised squeak that escapes you, and you grab onto the bar.
The elevator doesn’t move. Smooth, jerkily, or otherwise.
You and the punk exchange glances before looking around the compartment. There’s an emergency box he pulls open and an old style phone with no buttons. He picks it up and you can hear it ringing even after he puts it by his ear. You’re still looking around for the little red button, or anything that might be useful if no one picks up the phone.
But after a few rings there’s a voice. It’s too muffled to make out, but you can hear your fellow trapped passenger.
“Yeah, the elevator’s stuck.” There’s muffled talking and he looks around and looks at you. “See anything that says what car this is?”
“Six?” You prompt, pointing to a number just under the floor button.
“Probably. Yeah, we think it’s car 6… yeah, ‘we’, there’s a lady in here too.” There’s a long silence, and he rolls his eyes. “Am I staying on the line for this, or can you call us?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sure, sure. Here.”
He hands you the phone and you make a face before taking it. “Yell-o?” You say, unsure what was going on.
“Ma’am, we need to know if you feel threatened.” The voice on the other end of the line says.
“Huh?”
“If you feel unsafe we can probably get authorization to break the doors open and getting you out before the fire department arrives.”
“Hang on.” You put the phone to your chest and look at the big guy with you. “If I tell them you’re making me feel scared they’re willing to break the rules and get us out of here faster.”
“… You’re not afraid of me?”
You tilt your head. “No, why would I be?”
He grunts. “It’s fine then, you can lie, it won’t bother me.”
You speak back into the phone. “Hello? Yes, uh, yes, I am so if you could-.”
“For insurance reasons you’ll have to officially press charges ma’am.” The man on the other end of the line explains. “My supervisor just informed me.”
“Oh. Well, no then. Just get us out of here as fast as you can. I was on my way to an interview.” You reply. “I’d rather not miss it. Did you need to speak to him again?”
“No ma’am. We’ll call once we have an ETA for you. You can hang up for now.”
“Alright, thank you!” You say cheerfully and hang the phone up. “Sorry, we’ll probably be here for a while. They wanted me to file actual charges.” You grouse, clicking your tongue. “How useless.”
He shrugs and sits down in the corner by the phone. “What’s your name, doll?”
“Anything but that,” you say with a smile, sitting down across from him, being mindful of your interview outfit. “(Y/N). What’s yours, red?”
He grunts. “Anything but that.” He echoes. “Eustass Kid.”
“Well, Mr. Eustass, my apologies for not pressing charges on you.” You say with a grin.
He grunts a laugh, and leans his head back. “Hope you make your interview.”
“Ha! Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m kind of glad to be missing it, but it won’t matter. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.” You admit with a sigh.
“Oh?”
“Yeeeeeah, it’s my dad’s company. I could give two shits less about it, quite frankly, but I’ve been black listed.”
“Huh?” Eustass looked at you with actual interest for the first time since he got into the elevator. “Are you saying your old man kept other companies from hiring you?”
You nod. “Dad doesn’t have a son. Someone’s gotta take over, and if I don’t then I don’t get to work at all. I spent the last two years job hunting, and he pulled the plug on everything. I can’t even get a job as a newspaper boy, and I don’t have enough personal funds to get out of the range of his reach.
“Ahhh, sorry, a bunch of rich kid drama, isn’t it? I have it so hard.” You try to laugh, but frustration makes it hard to be flippant. “If I play along for a couple years I can bounce. That wouldn’t be so bad.”
“… You don’t have to have it hard for something to suck ass.” He says after a moment. “Your dad’s a real bastard.”
You grin. “Thanks.”
A few more minutes pass and the elevator phone rings. Eustas picks it up and listens for a few moments before replying. “Sure, we’ll be fine. If anything changes we’ll call.”
He hangs up the phone and settles against the wall more. “Get comfortable, it’s gonna be an hour at least. Says the fire fighters are busy, and once the emergency calls are cleared they’ll send someone over.”
You lean back with a bit of a sigh. You weren’t sad to be missing the interview, but you also weren’t thrilled to spend an hour or more in a box, eight floors off the ground.
You take out your phone and putz around on it for a while. After a few minutes you find yourself stealing glances at Eustass Kid. Punk rock r-shirt, work boots, dusty jeans. He smells of grease and oil and metal and chocolate. In the enclosed space it doesn’t take much to notice it all.
He’s thick and muscular. Probably could do all manner of unspeakable things to you without breaking a sweat, but something about him left you feeling safe around him. Safe enough to fantasize a little, even if you felt a bit guilty. You two barely knew each other’s names, but it was easy to imagine what was under that well-fitted shirt.
It was easy to imagine the things you’d let him do to you, too, and not just because you were wholeheartedly rebelling against dear old dad, but also because he was just hot. From the sound of his voice, to how he was relaxing right now, to - what you were sure - was a fiery personality he’d been suppressing for your benefit.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks, not even looking up from his phone.
“Yes.” You reply with a smile, watching a grin cross his face before he looks up at you.
“Not what I expected.”
“I get in trouble for that a lot,” you admit, letting your eyes shift down before looking back at him. “I’m reminded repeatedly that my behavior is terribly unladylike. Honestly though, who should care?”
“You sound like you’re looking to get into trouble.” He says, sitting up a little and giving you more of his attention.
“Are you offering to help, Eustass Kid?”
His grin turns toothy, you’d almost call it a smile except it was just so wolfish. “Planning on setting a date, or are you going to walk into the trap right now, mouse?” He asks, opening his arms and motioning you over.
You glance around the elevator again, checking to be sure there weren’t any cameras in the car with the two of you, and then stand up. He adjusts a little more, legs closed, slouched just a little, hands out on either side of his waist, at the perfect height to help you steady yourself as you step over him, foot on either side of his hips.
You pull your skirt up a little as you sit in his lap, a small approving hum from him as the tops of your thigh-high stockings come into view for a moment. Settling into position in his lap you shift and let out and involuntary gasp. The bulge in his pants is already pushing the zipper of his jeans into you.
“You really want this, huh?” He muses, shifting his hips into you and nearly pulling another sound out of you. Your face is hot and red, and you’re not having second thoughts or anything, but you’re surprised at your own arousal.
“Seems so,” you admit. “I’d blame you, but I’m worried your ego would fill to bursting.” You rock your hips against him and feel his straining under the denim. “Though it seems to be mutual.”
“Whatcha looking to get out of this?” He asks, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it.
“An orgasm comparable to that cocky look on your face.” You muse, causing his grin to twist perfectly.
“Ha! Alright,” he grabs your hair and pulls you close, but not quite enough to kiss. “I meant past those doors opening, but I can work with that.”
“Ask me something like that after those doors open,” you answer, biting your lower lip and pulling against his grip on your hair. You shift against the erection straining in his pants and rut your clit against the coarse fabric more than you meant to.
The sweet mewling gasp that escapes you is devoured by Eustass as he pulls you into a deep kiss. There’s no tenderness in the passionate kiss, no ode of love or promise of tomorrow, but it’s as greedy and needy as you are and you sink into it.
Your fingers fumble with his belt as heat builds between you, a pleased hum is all the consent you need as you begin to undo his jeans.
“Normally I’d say something about dinner and a movie first,” Kid teases, lifting his hips and helping to put the waistband of the jeans down a little. “I ain’t got any condoms on me though.”
“Honor system then,” you practically pant the words. “You clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, and I’ve had IUDs since I was sixteen, so no worries.” Your fingers run along the length of his cock, still under the fabric of his boxer, and you’re already impressed. Licking your lips involuntarily you reach in through the front opening of the boxers and wrap your fingers around the hard, thick flesh and pull if free.
Eustass’ hips buck and he hissed against the sensation of it, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the beast at this man’s disposal, and you wonder if it’s going to fit. It’s thick and long and a little intimidating, just like the punk it’s attached to.
“Jesus.” You mutter.
“Having second thoughts?” He seems pleased instead of concerned.
“Minor logistical concerns.” You say, but your voice isn’t nearly as confident as your words. You pull your skirt up and hear him swear under his breath. “Ha, thing for thigh highs, Mr. Eustass?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers, hands sliding up your thighs, snapping the garter straps playfully. “Goddamn. What were you interviewing for with this on?” He asks, his fingers hooking around the front of the thong and tugging it up a little.
You gasp and arch your back a bit at the sensation, chuckling in a mix of pleasure and nerves. “Just rebelling where I can.” You admit as he tugs the thong aside and you push your soaking slit against his rock hard erection.
You’re so wet you slide against him easily. You both take a moment to enjoy the pleasure from the contact and you can feel him twitching against you.
“Hells you are soaked.” He licks his lips and leans you back a little, lining himself up with your entrance. “You can go at your own pace, but I want to see this.”
Your whole body twitches and your face heats up. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed, and those golden brown eyes seem to look into your soul. You steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, slowly lowering your hips onto him. If you weren’t practically dripping with desire you don’t think you could take him without a lot more prep, but you slowly work him in and out, stretching yourself against his thick cock and reveling in how full you feel.
You don’t hold back the airy moans and needy whimpers that escape you as you work him in deeper and deeper. The elevator phone rings, and the only look you give him is one filled with lust. You shift your hips and moan as he reaches for the phone.
His right hand goes over your mouth as he picks up the phone with his left. “Yeah?” He prompts, voice steady. His eyes are still on you, and a slight shift of his hips is all the motivation you need to continue taking him in.
He smirks as your tongue slips along his middle finger. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the update.” He replies to the voice on the other end of the phone. His middle finger is slipping against the tip of your tongue as he hangs up the phone.
You lean forward, pushing his finger into your open mouth as you take the rest of his cock into your pussy. You kiss the base of his finger lightly, before leaning back, running your tongue along his finger playfully. You put your hands on his shoulders, struggling a little to get the leverage you need to move. He’s so broad your knees don’t reach the elevator floor, so instead you hook your feet over his legs and begin to ride him.
“Got about twenty minutes.” He says, hands on your hips, helping you move once you set your pace.
“Ah, damn,” you gasp, grinning at him salaciously. “A quickie then, eh?”
He nearly barks a laugh, before giving you an amused grin. “If twenty minutes is quick in your book, I’m curious what a proper amount of time is?”
“Mm,” you grind into him a little. “An hour at least.” You muse, riding him as you talk. “Foreplay, teasing, as many toe-curling, throat-shattering orgasms you can rip from one another, aftercare. A good proper fuck in the morning should wreck your whole day.”
You can hear him growl in approval, hands tightening against your hips, dick twitching inside of you. His hips move to meet yours as you come down, pushing him into you deeper and faster. You moan for him to do as he pleases and the restraints he’d put on himself snap.
You went from being on top of him, to being under him, to being up against the elevator wall in just a few minutes. Every time you got close he’d shift to a different position. The grin on his face let you know he knew exactly what he was doing, the bratty bastard.
Pushed up against the elevator wall, legs hooked over his arms as he brings you close again. Something in his demeanor promises release at the end of this, and you’re holding onto him in need and desperation. Moans and grunts mixing with the shiver and creak of the elevator car.
The elevator phone begins to ring.
“Ah-aan-answer that – hnggh! – and I w-will kill you!” You gasp as you can feel yourself nearly there.
“Cum for me little mouse,” he growls, tongue teasing your neck.
Pleasure rushes into you, tensing your body and causing your fingers to dig into him through his shirt. He speeds up a little and the pleasurable mewling sounds coming from you turn into gasping pleas as you clench against him sending you both over the edge.
There’s a quiet moment, a couple rings from the phone the only thing marking the passage of time, shared between you both before he pulls out and sets you onto shaky legs. He’s reaching for the phone before he’s even tucked himself back into pants, practically snarling.
“What?”
There’s a moment of silence before you can hear the voice on the other side start talking. You’re adjusting your clothes, and trying to tidy yourself up a little when you feel something leaking down your thighs. Your hands go between your legs as your face turns red.
“Yeah yeah, thanks. Look just get us out of here, it’s getting hot in this box.” He grumbles into the phone before hanging it up. Zipping up his jeans he pulls a rag from his back pocket. “It’s clean.”
You take it and clean up the leak. “Thanks.” Your attention is turned away as you clean yourself up. “Want me to dry clean it before I return it?”
Eustass laughs. “Nah, keep it.”
“A memento then?” You muse with a chuckle. “Oh, hey, I never did ask - what’re you here for today?”
“Finalizing the paperwork on the shop.” He says. “Starting my own business.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh? Congratulations.” You offer a smile. “I’m sure it’ll succeed.”
“Mm, thanks.” He replies absently.
There’s a moment of silence between you and you hear people outside the doors working on getting you out. You and Eustass take turns tidying one another up, since there’s no mirror to use, and make yourselves as presentable as possible.
As the doors open, Eustass turns to you with a grin. “So, I hear you’re looking for a job?”
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I wrote this from a platonic standpoint, but you can see this as romantic as well.
Request from my deactivated tumblr account.
"Hello! I just recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! May I request some fluff of the mc seeing that the octo trio had a bad day and in an attempt to try and cheer them up they try tickling them?"
The Octotrio is behaving uncharacteristically quiet, so you decide to do something against that.
Like every day after school, you made your way to Mostro Lounge. Wanting to enjoy the beautiful ambiance while drinking your favorite cocktail. Usually, the Octotrio joins you on the couch and entertains you with their regular unintentionally funny discussion that always ends up with Azul frustrated and the Leech twins having the time of their life.
When you stepped into the Lounge, expecting to be greeted with the Tweels signature grins and Azul’s soft voice welcoming you back, you were more than confused when no one came to you. Thinking they were busy and didn’t hear you come in, you sat down at an empty table and let a waiter take your order.
Minutes passed, nothing happened. Well, that was odd, the trio was not in sight but the Lounge was not closed and the trio was at school today, you have seen them.
Okay, you could not help but feel like something is wrong. You took out your smartphone and called Jade, he was usually the most levelheaded out of the trio and would surely explain what’s going on.
After picking up the phone, Jade told you they were all in their respective rooms because they were a bit exhausted. While he did sound tired, you knew this couldn’t be it. So after hanging up, you decide to head to Azul. As he lets his feelings slip easier, you might break through to him.
Knocking on his door and telling him it’s you, you need to talk. You hear him unlock the door, “Come in!” says the blue-eyed man while gesturing for you to sit down. “I don’t have much time but if it is something important, I will listen.”, you could clearly hear the sadness in his voice. He did not look at you once though, typing away at his laptop.
Being frustrated about this, you poke him. “Look at me when you talk!” you whined playfully. Suddenly he started to twitch, making a weird snorting sound. You pull back, a bit confused. Then it dawned on you. You grinned devilishly and poked him several times, “Don’t be like that~”. “W-what are you- HAHAH d-doing? HAHAHA”, laughing while trying to question your behavior. “Trying to make you feel better!”, you answer him after a few minutes. Catching his breath, he looks at you with big eyes. “You can talk to me when you have something on your mind, you know?”, you exclaimed. He looked away abashedly.
Before you could say more, Jade knocked on the door and opened it. “I have something for...”, he stopped when he saw you were there. “I’m sorry, I can come at a later time.”, his voice seemed really despondent. “No no! Please come sit with us.”, you said, patting the space beside you, in order for him to sit there.
Both Jade and Azul were surprised but neither tried to say something against it. Now only one is missing, how fortunate Jade came to Azul, instead of you having to go them all separately and try to get all 3 together.
“Now...tell me what is on your mind?”, you put your hands on their shoulders. “Nothing. Why would you even ask that?”, Jade answered swiftly. “Fine. You want it the hard way? I don’t mind that.”, you started tickling them both. Surprisingly, Jade was more ticklish than you thought.
Their laughter attracted the missing twin. Floyd opened the door with a strong swing. “Ahhh, why is it so noisy here? Do you want to be squeezed??”, he spews with an agitated expression.
Everyone stopped and looked at him. Guess his mood got from sad to annoyed, well, this eel changes his mood on a whim. But this also means you can change his mood easily.
Of course, this means one thing. You quickly charged towards Floyd, yelling “TICKLE ATTACK!!!”, even Floyd was stunned by that, reacting too late. With the impact, you were now both on the floor. You wasted no time in tickling him and BOY was his laugh cute, echoing in the hallway like a tune.
Even the boys behind you laughed couldn’t but laugh. This was quite amusing to watch, after all. But that didn’t last long. You stopped tickling Floyd, looking at the smart duo behind you. “I’m not done with you yet. I won’t stop until I get all the sadness out from you!”, lunging towards them. The other residents could only hear the mix of screaming and laughing.
This was going to be a long night for you four but you’d do anything for them if it means that they won’t be sad anymore. No matter what makes them sad, you will always listen to them, you will always have their back.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland imagines#twst x reader#twst x y/n#octotrio#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#jade leech
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I'm insane but on my toes
I could keep the world balanced on my nose
I had a slumber party wit' all my foes
Now I wear them like a badge of honor on my clothes
If I'm crazy, I'm on my own
If I'm waitin', it's on my throne
If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone
'Cause I'm always gonna answer when you call my phone...
Where do I start with this woman? At some point on Tumblr I stopped talking about my characters and I want to start breaking that starting with this post. Because I haven't filled most of Tumblr in on this character this is going to come with a little bit of backstory?
I love flavor abilities for characters. Ones that aren't over powered, often shadowed by some sort of weakness or draw back... and Blink's nickname unironically comes from her own flavor ability.
This woman can short range teleport up to three times within a rested cycle. While this potentially has the availability to be incredibly over powered I have always roleplayed it very respectfully. Something my roleplay partners seem to really enjoy about Blink's ability is the fact that it comes with a strong set of consequences.
The first 'blink' is pretty inconsequential. She might feel a very mild bit of fatigue from it, but not enough to hinder her combat prowess.
The second, however, will wind and stop her for a hot moment. She's gotta recover from it a bit, and she will absolutely be feeling a substantial amount of more fatigue.
The third is a last ditch effort. Rarely has anyone pushed her to this state. This is a fight or flight response, most commonly used as flight- but I have seen her use it once for the sake of combat to try and land a finishing blow (which, for the record was a preplanned fail). After this charge is spent, she's incapacitated if not knocked out cold entirely. And it usually messes her up for a day or two afterwards. This is a life or death situation use for her.
But it takes a basic understanding of this 'ability' of hers for me to describe where the inspiration for these screenshots comes from, ha.
Blink loves a good free fall. She lives for the sky, and nothing makes her feel at one with it more than a free fall moment. Heights do not scare her. Why? Because more often than not if she's managed her ability right she can blink before she hits the bottom.
The amount of times she's pulled this stunt as a get away has lead it to almost become an art form for her. So much to the point that she's learned how to blink inside of moving ships flying in to 'catch' her. (Though not with some mishaps... oops- ask me about that later if you want. Legitimately. If you're reading this and want to know, shoot me an ask. Its a funny story.)
But just...
A lil cocky half ass salute to the people chasing her, then arms outspread, she just leans back, and suddenly she's gone...
That's my gal. Ex-sky Pirate extraordinaire. sksksksksks.
I love this woman with my whole chest.
#There's a literal novel under the cut about Blink if you're interested.#riftdancing - screenshots#character - blink vaniro#The Blink Vaniro Cinematic Universe™#ffxiv#miqo'te#gposers#ffxivsnaps#riftdancing - roleplay#What's up danger?#Spotify
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📱 for colress please? it's gotta be a chaotic nightmare only col understands, or completely pristine and you swear he just bought it
Colress? I hardly know... Ress... Guys, I'm running out of jokes.
His password is 1739246805. Which is a coherent pattern on the number pad, but the others see it be so long and they just kind of give up trying to break into his phone, so win/win.
His home screen is completely devoid of any apps, it's just the clock witdget and his task bar (Phone, texts, browser, camera, photos. So, default) His lockscreen is whatever he thinks is important at the time, which is usually screenshots of something he needs to remember, while his home screen rotates through of his Pokémon.
Believes in google supremacy in the android-apple war. He trades in his phone whenever the new pixel series comes out.
Always has a high battery percentage because he only really uses his phone to text people and look at memes. Usually he ends up wireless charging someone else's with his battery life.
His most used app is pinterest, because he likes looking at shitty tumblr takes, garbage tweets, and bad memes but refuses to go onto either of those sites, and there are... Interesting things on Pinterest.
Doesn't use social media, unless you could Pinterest. He doesn't want to get "corrected" by someone 10x less qualified than him. He also doesn't really play games.
Even so, he has about half of his storage used up just by the sheer amount of photos he has. Mad scientist brain. He sees a thing and goes "I must add it to my collection at once!" Whether it's a meme or a screenshot or even just a video he took of someone trying to get their keys out of a sewer drain.
Immaculate organization of his photo gallery, but, similarly to his pinterest boards, the folder names are completely incomprehensible. You'll ask him what one of them means and he'll go "Oh, so "hrreb📟" actually is my nature photos folder because that was me trying to spell "green" without my glasses on and also that timer emoji is kind of green and nature is also green, you know?" and you have to explain that no, you don't know, and he's absolutely insane for thinking that any of what he does makes sense.
He doesn't have any contacts saved except his siblings and Ghetsis, who are saved under their names, and Cyrus, who is saved under "Don't answer". Guess what muted contact he has 193 unread texts from?
He doesn't usually google things on his phone, and his only open search tab is "how to mute a contact without blocking them".
#also sorry I didn't answer this earlier :[ had an all day work event yesterday that ate at me so I'm just exhausted#.ooc#//400 special#colress#.hc
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the ios app is such a disaster honestly. idk how many posts ive made on here complaining about the performance and overheating issues but i do know that ive tried to tell @staff about them multiple times, both through apple's report an issue thingy in the app store and directly via the tumblr support page. ive been through every troubleshooting step. i cant even tell you how often i reinstalled the app. i have tested it on wifi and cellular, with 5g on and 5g off. its always the same thing. the app draws insane amounts of power whenever it is active/open, even when im not scrolling, and my phone gets warmer and warmer until it eventually shuts down with a temperature warning or gets too hot to hold in my hand
a couple weeks ago i actually upgraded to a new phone (for context: my previous one was only 2 years old, not some ancient underpowered thing, and apart from tumblr i NEVER noticed any performance/temperature issues so i wasn't really looking for an upgrade, i just got a really good offer from my carrier). the tumblr app also makes my (older) ipad overheat, so i already knew that the problem here wasn't a particular device, but given the chance i was ofc curious to see if things would improve with a newer one. they didn't 🤪
anyway i conducted a little informal experiment with the new phone to figure out exactly how bad the problem is. didn't even install the tumblr app when i first set it up, just to see how the phone would perform without buggy software (the answer is really well)
under normal usage the battery lasts for at least two fucking days. texting, playing music, surfing, fucking reading ebooks, watching youtube videos, we're talking like close to 30 hours of screen time on a single charge. SCREEN time, not standby.
on saturday morning, while using the tumblr app (and only the tumblr app), i went from 90% to 50% in TWO AND A HALF HOURS. that is insane.
like not only is it super uncomfortable to hold a piping hot thing made of glass and metal in your hands, im also genuinely concerned about the health of my battery lmao
until a few months ago i had NEVER encountered this problem, not even on my old iphone 8 that sometimes struggled with other apps as well. tumblr always worked fine. idk what they changed or which weird new feature that nobody asked for is responsible for this but something is drawing power like CRAZY and literally FRYING MY HARDWARE.
honestly its like the world's shittiest screen time reminder lmao. after 30 minutes the temperature starts to get uncomfortable and after an hour i literally have to take a break, close the app for 5 minutes and let my phone cool off. WHICH IT DOES BTW. like almost INSTANTLY. idk what else to say except that this seems to be a feature not a bug. in the sense that it happens no matter what i do
lmao sorry this turned into such a long rant. like i said, i already messaged tumblr support about it but this has been going on for months at this point and i am P I S S E D
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dreaming about alternatives & togetherness
sometimes i go back on instagram and it is soooo baddddd every time!!! i get sucked in and it makes me addicted to proving myself at an unsustainable pace even if i'm only on there for a little while. being offline also sucks though because it is so alienating. this world is already so alienating and it feels strange to compound my alienation by just running away from the problem. but what else is there? i linked a podcast above that i really love. this episode made me feel so hopeful for a future where sharing art online wouldn't be hell. because of the alienating hell of instagram and the lack of alternatives (although tumblr does feel somewhat better i think?) i often feel alone in my frustrations and desires for change. but obviously i'm not alone and i'm not the only one who is upset. there are really smart people dreaming up really smart alternatives and new ways of sharing/relating to art and each other online. everyone knows that social media as it now exists sucks but it feels totally obligatory. it's not though!
i want to talk about alternatives. fun ones!! new things to try!! even if most alternatives fail, i think that dreaming of a better future is what we all need right now so that we can fight to make it a reality. i often feel deflated and defeated about the world but today im feeling hopeful. this is what imagining can do to you!!
i've been trying to practice my own alternatives to instagram/social media for a long time even though i can't be perfect about my own ideals. i'm just one person and i think all of these issues need collective solutions. but until then... here are my own individual solutions that i've found that make my life feel more peaceful and connected. yes, a lot of them are about art because art and life are not separate!! here they are: emailing and sending letters to my friends, getting a flip phone and forcing myself to remain present and problem-solve in real time, creating art/doing things that won't be shared online, making art/doing things that i'm bad at/can't post about/take a long long time (process over product), creating art in the material world (i <3 sculptures), using art as play and experimentation (not a place for ego but for earnest attempts at discovery), collaborating with others in art, generally slowing down, etc...
the reason that i went back on instagram was to share that i made a zine. i wanted to make a zine so people that appreciate my art could interact with it in physical space that isn't instagram. ironically those people are all on instagram so i had to use the stupid app to break the news.... smh!!
i ordered 33 of the zines and they will be here in 2 weeks!!! im very excited to see how they turn out!! it is a collection of photos, drawings, & paintings that i've made over the past 8 years. it's mostly more recent stuff though. i just wanted to put them all together to map the things that I continue to make art about and also people that i've made art with/taken photos of over the years. my photos are really a collaboration between me and my subject. most of the time my photos are of those that i am closest to. the zine is full of people that have really meant something to me and that makes it feel precious to me. anyways... yeah. i'm thinking about people, places, ideas, & patterns that i return to. what is significant about those things? what do i bring to them each time? how do i recontextualize them each time that i return, with my new experiences and ways of seeing? how do they continue to shape me? i have no answers but i have questions and guesses.
i will need to charge $7 to make up printing/shipping costs for anyone outside of boston. if you're in boston, it will just be $5 and i can hand it to you. that will be nice. if you don't want one - that's also totally fine!! im just trying to stop complaining about how much things suck and do something about it all. well, i'll actually still probably be complaining at least a little bit. but i also want to attempt to find better ways of being. i want to imagine a better future. a future that feels less like a race, a competition, a path of endless alienation. i just want peace and love! that sounds dumb but it's soooo true.
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So apparently Ninety One’s new single, from the long-delayed second album, is coming out tomorrow. Today, their time. (Today, my time, too, now. It took a little while to write this.) Which means if I’m going to contribute any observations about the pre-release build-up -- and, really, if I’m not going to, then why does this Tumblr even exist? -- might as well do it now.
To be honest I’m feeling a little curmudgeonly about this set of teasers. They are very much dependent on Ninety One’s own history, as opposed to being dependent on Kazakhstani history: self-referential Easter eggs. It feels a bit like loremaking for the sake of loremaking, digging further down in the rabbit hole for the sake of keeping Eaglez in. Which is unfair on my part, admittedly: generally when the guys try to say that they’ve got something on their minds, there’s no real downside to taking them at their word. So let’s see what they’ve got on their minds, shall we?
Although I should add: by “they” I mean not just Ninety One themselves but also Askhat Bayanov, who directed all four of the teasers (and the music video for “Why’m,” and most if not all of the ARTJAQ videos, if I recall correctly), and his chief henchpeople, Nurila Shakirova (and her cute cat) and our beloved Nurs Bazarbay. I’m betting whatever video comes out tomorrow, this trio will have directed it as well.
So: each teaser was preceded with pictures of a card for each member, with text. (Ace, Alem, Bala, ZaQ.) The text in each case isn’t clearly related to each member: it’s all somewhat abstractly on the theme of growing up and finding yourself and keeping in touch with the inner child (yes, really) and continuing on the journey of self-discovery. And text and video both come with an accompanying date.
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First up: accompanying date is 1 Sept 2015, debut. At one point Ace wipes dirt of a copy of that terrible early photo of all of them wearing sunglasses that accompanied the infamous Radio Liberty piece that is the reason I’m here, pat yourself on the back, Radio Liberty, I guess. Then there’s a quick cut to a shot of burning wood that’s from the “Why’m” video -- hence my pointing out Askhat Bayanov’s involvement up top: he’s reflecting too, in a way. And then Ace picks up a key, and just when I think my favorite group is going to pay tribute to my other favorite group by reenacting the video for “The Chaser,” he catches a glimpse of his aged self in a shard of glass and skitters away in horror.
My personal, backed-by-no-evidence theory is that each teaser is inspired by that member’s personal source of angst. For Ace, who’s simultaneously the most practical member (the one charged with figuring out production schedules and procuring offices) and the most likely to embrace esoteric theories, the fear is of growing old without growing wise: time has passed, but all it’s done is cover what knowledge he might have in dust and grime, he’s no closer to figuring anything out, the key doesn’t lead him anywhere. But the feather accompanies him back from the dream world to the waking world, and allows the possibility of keeping the wisdom he’s gained.
And the bird has fled the cage! When I initially saw this I figured Juz Entertainment was the cage, but given the date (and given that we’re about to refer to Ninety One leaving Juz in the next teaser), I’m now wondering if debut itself was the act of leaving the cage: the time when Ninety One had to collectively break out of the strictures of traditional Kazakhstani manhood and define their work for themselves, even in the face of opposition.
(Obviously one possibility is that the feather represents Eaglez, but that feels like too much of a sop to fans, I’m hoping not.)
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Date: 11 March 22. Now the four birds have fled the cage we all thought they were fleeing. Meanwhile, Alem starts in a bathtub listening to a phone ring, as he did in “Why’m.”
He then wakes in a moonlit room and, accompanied by “eMoji,” finds three flowers in vases labeled B, Z, and A. He picks up the Z flower and brings it to the sink, and through his mirror he somehow sees ZaQ agonizing in front of a wall covered with papers. More phone ringing! Only now Alem’s in his “Kaytadan” jacket. When he picks up he gets a dial tone. And the phone booth is from Pacific Bell, somehow? I wish I could submit this teaser to the back of 2600 Magazine.
Okay, so: in “Why’m” Alem went into the pool of water and ZaQ tried to save him; at the very end of the video we saw Alem come out of the bathtub -- the only even mildly hopeful ending of that video’s five mini-stories. Now ZaQ’s the one in trouble, and calling, and Alem can’t connect with him. It would make sense if Alem, who’s consistently presented as the most caring and softhearted of the four, feels angst over not being able to help when his bandmate might be suffering. The “Kaytadan” reference might be there just because they could, or it could be, combined with the date, a suggestion that Juz-era Alem was less equipped to be helpful to the others.
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The date is 21 December 2020, which the Q-pop Discord says is the day the “Oinamaqo” video was released. And I wish I had a translation of them talking about “Oinamaqo” so I can give you a better idea of why that video among all the others might be meaningful.
We start with a closeup of a nineteenth-century painting I can’t identify. Bala’s leafing through a book when he hears the other three talking -- but they disappear when he tries to take their picture. Scary whispery music plays, and then “Synbaim.” The lights go out. Bala lights a candle, and then looks through a boarded-up window (another “Why’m” reference) to see himself in his “Aiyptama” outfit, watching Peter Pan. Let’s go with the obvious interpretation: Bala is afraid of getting trapped in his youthfulness, of not being able to connect with the three older members the way they connect with each other.
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Date: 5 August 2020, the day AZ left. When I saw that that was the date on ZaQ’s teaser, of all of them, I said, “That is perhaps some salt.”
One bit of background I haven’t talked about much because, again, I haven’t been able to comprehend enough: apparently AZ has been making publicly reconciliatory noises towards Ninety One, saying he’d work with them again given the chance. This has apparently inspired Eaglez to flood both his and Ninety One’s Instagrams with comments amounting to GET BACK TOGETHER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE. Regardless of any personal animosity that may or may not have developed (AZ was apparently also public about being miffed at not having been invited to ZaQ’s wedding), getting him back into the fold would be logistically difficult: if they’re four co-CEOs of a company, would that make him their employee? I don’t think it’s happening, in short. I think naming his departure as an important date in their development is a big honking neon sign saying it’s not happening.
Anyway. Papers on the wall, papers on the desk. Mel of @qpoptranslations says that the words painted on the wall papers translate to “to come back” (clearly, another Infinite shoutout) and “open it.” “Drift” plays in the background as ZaQ taps, frustrated, with his pen on the desk. Yep, not being able to write sounds like it would rank pretty high on his list of fears. We see the fit Alem witnessed earlier. Then he’s alone in a white room with cameras. “Name?” asks a disembodied voice. “ZaQ.” “Name?” it asks again. He answers, “Dulat,” this time, and that doesn’t satisfy it, as it keeps asking “Name? Name? Name?” over and over again. We see a phone hanging off the hook, a figure in suspenders walking away from the camera (if that’s supposed to be AZ, again, salt), and a candle blowing out. ZaQ starts chanting his “Bata” rap to himself. The chanting gets louder; papers circle around him as did the horses in the “Bata” MV. Then he opens his eyes and he’s with the other three, and everyone is wearing colorful sweaters. We see the cage from Ace’s teaser and the moon from Alem’s, and Alem is holding the feather. (So he was able to reach ZaQ after all? Through the power of music! Er, lyrics!) Then everyone looks at the camera, assuming the poses they hold on their respective card fronts, while what is presumably a snippet of “Gap” plays. (I don’t love it, but you know me, I’m going to say I don’t love it and then play it 300 times.) So it seems that ZaQ’s fear would be losing his creativity and sense of self, although I’m not sure if the cameras are meant to represent general scrutiny of celebrity or be more of a political statement.
There’s a final video, but it’s just them standing around a literal blank canvas and adding the Ninety One logo and the word “Gap.” But since I’m overthinking this anyway, I’ll add that in that final video, Ace provides the stand and Alem the actual canvas, and then they largely stand back as ZaQ and Bala color in the logo, as if to hammer home the idea that each of them has something to contribute.
So what does it all add up to? Again, there’s a cranky temptation on my part to call it indulging Eaglez like me in our desire to read the tea leaves, so we’ll all feel accomplished for having done so, and meanwhile be on tenterhooks until “Gap” drops. I guess the question is: what are they saying for themselves, as opposed to for us? Anything? I wonder if there was something cathartic in filming these, in putting a portion of their actual angst (if I’m right) on camera. As if they had to get all that symbolic mess down before they could be in a position to present something new.
It’s been a while! Over six years between full albums, and over a year since they left Juz, and six months since they started teasing the damn thing. They’d be only human if they felt the pressure. Whatever the album actually is -- and y’all know I’ll be here to record my reactions to it, however belatedly -- at least we’ll all be done with the waiting.
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This is my twst oc story. I think she would be definitely different from how Yuu was in the game, so I started to write her story even before book 6 came out
I've reached this coclusion that I can't let this rot in my google docs till eternity
So I decided to post it
English isn't my first language so if there is any mistake I'm sorry about it and let me know if possible
It's also kinda my first time posting and I almost don't know anything about Tumblr so sorry if it is plain
Start: Ch 1, To The Villains World
" Thank you for your purchase~"
The cashier handed the plastic bag to the customer. He had a cheerful and kind expression unlike the other cashiers. Could it be that he was new to his job? Maybe.
Well, none of her business.
The customer grabbed the bag and exited the supermarket.
She was a young girl that seemed to be in highschool. She had brown hair and eyes and could be called pretty.
As she slowly walked on the street, she wrapped her dark green jacket around herself more. It was colder than she had imagined.
Chlap, chlap.
It was a satisfying sound made everytime she took a step on the ground that was wet by the recent rain.
As she walked, the girl thought about her parents that she finally met today after a long time. It was such a hearty and warm meeting, charging her mental battery to 100% with full force.
" Sigh, it's such a pity that I have to go back. Wait, what time is it again?"
She raised her hand and looked at the smart watch on her wrist.
11:59.
" The train will leave at one, I better hurry."
The girl picked a bottle of soda from the plastic bag in her hand. But just as she was to open it...
Ding!
She heard a ding from her pocket. It was the message notification. The girl frowned and stopped to take a look at her phone.
As expected it was her again.
< You didn’t forget the shampoo, did you.>
" Seriously..!"
Just how many times has she asked this?!
The girl opened the chat to answer. The phone screen could break from the force of the taps were coming down on it.
< Are you being fucking- >
Suddenly a bright light fell on her, blinding her for a moment.
Beeep!!
A great force hit her and the next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground.
' What...'
Her head was spinning like a roller coaster and she couldn’t sense her lower body at all. The only thing she could feel was the phone in her hand. Other than that, everything was numb.
' W-what is going on? What happened?'
She was shocked and frightened.
' W-wait, what did hit me in the first place?'
She rolled her eyes. A car was there. It's light was the light she had seen before. Was she hitten by the car?
' But, how could that be? I was on the sidewalk, wasn't I...?'
Suddenly someone got out from the car. He moved like as they were in a slow motion.
' Ugh...'
Everything was getting blurry really quickly and a wet sensation was growing under her back.
All of the sounds around her were muffled and weird and she couldn’t understand a thing.
Neigh!
Suddenly a sound that was clear unlike the others was heard. It sounded like a horse neigh.
She turned her head toward the sound. Two black horses were coming toward her with great speed while dragging a carriage behind them.
' What... the fuck?'
And her eyes were closed shut after that.
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So my therapist and I were talking today about ADHD brains, and what "executive function" means, and we discovered a really interesting thing about how my brain works. I don't know how much it will extend to other people, but I'm throwing it out there in case it's useful for anyone else.
Usually it takes me about 1.5 - 2 hours each morning, to go from "booting up my computer" to "actually starting on my first task". This is true whether I work from home or work in the office, whether it's a coding day or a meeting day, whether I jump out of bed when the alarm goes off or if I'm very seriously giving consideration to sleeping under my desk while my computer boots. I don't want it to take that long, but extensive experimentation has shown that it definitely does.
Today I decided to try an experiment. Instead of my normal morning routine (where I check email, IMs, to-do list, and self-care list, and compile that into an enormous to-do list for the day, then sort that list in order of "if everything goes sideways and I get to only one thing, what thing will be the most painful if it happens tomorrow instead of today", and then set up multiple desktops on my macbook so that each task -- including "brush teeth" has its own desktop, and then put the desktops in the assigned priority-order), I decided I'd just jump right into my first task, and see if I could get myself a hyper-focused hour of work before someone came into the office to bug me.
It. Was. Terrible.
I mean, I got the task done, in record time. Then I checked Tumblr. Then I checked Facebook. Then I composed a summary of David Graeber's argument that the European Age of Exploitation cannot be understood without knowing why the Chinese decided to abandon paper money. Then I replied to all my Facebook messages. Then I helped Jessica at work set up her code. There followed a relatively productive afternoon where I helped my boss sort out a personnel problem, set priorities for our department, contributed to one meeting, ran yet another meeting, got consensus on a project, and helped Jessica again -- but I didn't eat my midmorning snack until 1pm, I never did brush my teeth, and my knees are killing me because all through the second meeting my body was sending "This posture hurts! Change position! Get! Up!" signals, and I couldn't summon the focus to actually move from the floor to the couch. By the time my therapist called, my phone was on 3% and I couldn't find my bluetooth headphones. I'm still 400 calories under my target for the day, because I missed 900 calories during my workday and I couldn't figure out how to add more than 500 calories to my dinner.
So my therapist and I talked about this strange mix of symptoms: knocking out task after task of helping people at work, but unable to feed myself; incredibly highly effective code debugging, but also getting lost in Tumblr for an hour. I wasn't under-stimulated, but I also didn't get to pick what I focused on. And he talked about how executive function isn't just one thing, which I knew, but mentioned specifically that one element of executive function is taking your own initiative, deciding your actions for yourself, rather than just reacting to stimuli. And it hit me ---
I can't do that.
I thrive in hyper-focused development environments, where I react to each compiler error by debugging the error ... but I break down when the compiler runs without error; I don't know what to do if I don't have the error-stimulus deciding my actions.
I thrive in high-multi-tasking environments like running a retail store at Christmas, where I do a task, and then look around and see which notification is the highest priority, and then do that task. But I struggle in January and February, when all the customers are gone and I don't know what to do.
And today, I was entirely stimulus-driven. Jessica asked for help, and I helped her. Kathy commented on Facebook, and I replied to her. Ryan asked about a report, and I explained it to him. Mark brought up something that reminded me of David Graeber, and I typed up a history essay. Anything that didn't have a notification -- brushing my teeth, eating my snack, charging my phone -- didn't get done.
And that's when it hit me. My usual morning routing isn't a waste of 2 hours. It's setting up my environment so that I will be stimulated to do the things I want to do.
I have barely any initiative-decide-for-myself at all. I get one (1) intitiativon each morning, and I have to spend it wisely. And what I do with it, each day, is set up the stimuli I will experience throughout the day.
I finish a task and close that desktop: the next desktop pops up with a note that says "Meditate."
I finish meditating and close the desktop: the next desktop pops up with an email I need to reply to.
I finish that email and close that desktop: the next one pops up with a note that says "Order groceries."
I don't have any initiative left by that point, but I don't need to: I get the stimulus to do my work, maintain my health, connect with friends, and clean my house, and I'm too executive-dysfunction-deprived to do anything but respond to stimulus, and so I do all those things.
This explains why I need to leave such specific directions to myself: not “write chapter 5″, but “Open C:/Documents/Writing/NovelTitle/Chapter5.doc”. The first one isn’t a stimulus to action; the second one is.
It's also why I have such a hard time with "leisure", and why my "randomized leisure activity" deck helped me so much; because by the time I get to the end of the day, and I'm out of spoons and I have earned a fun and relaxing evening.... I cannot -- by definition -- decide what would be fun and relaxing.
Like I say, I have no idea whether that will be any good for anyone else, but it prompted some interesting introspection, and I wanted to share.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I still need to go brush my teeth
#ADHD#executive dysfunction cw#coping strategies#gpoy#how to life#long post#unsolicited advice#neurodivergence#tips#how to adult
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『 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑿 ! 』
❥ a/n: this will only be available on TUMBLR. NOT AO3. and yes, this is the infamous birthday sex smut that you may have read on Play and heard about on tiktok. however this is not apart of the Play series anymore. DO NOT SHARE MY WORKS ON TIKTOK. also, if it’s ur birthday while reading this, happy birthday and i hope you enjoy 🥳
❥ wc: 3,524
❥ warnings: 🚂, cuckolding, degrading, slapping, double penetration, size kink, choking, mind break, overstimulation
❥ pairings: nanami, toji, gojo, getou, choso x reader
❥ summary: you come downstairs to show nanami your lingerie gift, only to see four other men who planned a surprise “bday party” for you.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Nanami's words were the first thing you heard before you woke up from your afternoon nap. You rubbed your eyes and searched the room for the presence of a tall man in blond hair. Sadly, he was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was an elegant box-shaped gift nearby.
Ooh, you mused at the gift. It was one of those fancy boxes that open magnetically when you lift the latch. However, the latch was tied back with silk ribbon. Your curiosity fed onto you, and since it was your birthday, there was no harm in opening it.
You sit on your legs and untied the fine ribbon, then proceeded to open the latch of the sleek plastic box. You were greeted with peach-colored tissue paper draped over something black. You unfold it, revealing the lace of a black lingerie set that made your eyes glitter.
You clamp over your mouth as your cheeks flourished from excitement and appreciation. It's so fucking pretty, you thought as you held it out in front of you. Does Nanami want me to wear this for him?
A moment later, after you slipped off your clothes and tried on Nanami's gift, you couldn't help but take pictures of yourself in the mirror. The sheer black thigh highs with adjustable garters straps hooked on, the strappy detailing, the way how the sheer fine lace complements the curves of your body— it was a provocative, yet stunning set. And it was just your size.
You take one last picture of yourself in the mirror and grinned. It's fascinating how Nanami paid attention to everything about you and decided to spoil you like this. He never failed to surprise you.
Meanwhile, Nanami was downstairs on his laptop at the kitchen table, not wanting to disturb your beauty sleep. Today was a special day for meant for you only, but unfortunately he was working. He multi-tasked and searched for places to visit just for the two of you.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Nanami grunted and dragged himself out of the chair to walk to the door. The moment he opened it, he was greeted by two familiar faces. He scrunched his face in confusion as confetti was thrown into his hair.
"Happy birthday!" Gojo exclaimed, his arm wrapped around his best friend Getou. When they both opened their eyes from grinning widely, their mouths drop open in bewilderment.
"Oh shit," Getou uttered. Both of their bodies were completely frozen at the doorway. "You're not—"
"I told you to wait for me," said another irritated voice approaching the door. "Now you wasted the confetti."
"Choso? You actually came!" Gojo exulted, turning his head back at a man with two messy buns tied back wearing a leather jacket, cuffed jeans, and Doc Martens.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Nanami asked bluntly, folding his arms nonchalantly.
"Did you seriously forget? We're here because it's your girl's birthday today! Have you checked the group chat?" Gojo bickered, adjusting his round sunglasses.
"Groupchat? Oh, the one that you constantly spammed in?" Nanami recalled.
"Yeah, that one," Getou sighed. "Did you mute it? I don't blame you if you did, but you should've at least known we were coming over today."
Nanami opens his phone, turning off the do not disturb option. "Sorry guys. I've been working."
"Of course you were," Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes. "You were in charge of inviting the female guests that she was close to since you have their info. Now she's stuck celebrating it with a small group of men."
"I mean, that's not bad," Choso shrugged. "She can still celebrate with all of us since we're close with her. I don't see the problem."
"You're right," Getou reassures. "How about we throw a surprise party for her here.”
"Good idea!" Gojo exclaimed bubbly. "Nanami, is it okay for us to do that for her? You can join us if you'd like."
Nanami stared down at the ground and sighed. He'd feel bad if he declined the offer. The sudden dedication of making your birthday extra special sparked a little bit of hope inside. Maybe he can make it up to you with the help of Getou, Gojo, and Choso.
"The hell are y'all doing here?" another approaching voice said, this time more gravelly and husky.
"Toji?" Nanami rose a brow. "I thought you were coming in tomorrow."
Everyone turned around at a tall, buff man with dark hair and a scar at the edge of his lips. Toji gave a small smile as he stood behind Choso with his hands in the pockets of his oversized sweater. "Change of schedule and I lost my phone. I couldn't reach you so I had to pass by. What's going on?"
"Surprise birthday party," Choso replied.
"Oh, how fun. It's your girl's birthday today, correct?"
"All of you. . . just come inside," Nanami sighed.
"Finally! We've been standing out here for so fucking long," Gojo exasperated, leading the crowd of men inside the house where Nanami shut the door behind.
"So. Tell me the plan."
As you were getting ready from refreshing yourself after your nap, you overheard some low voices from downstairs. After a moment, the voices parted and it was dead silent. You glanced at your closet for a cardigan, dragging it from the hangar and throwing it on as you leave the room.
You feel the chill in your blood surge as you crept down the stairs. The cold and tense silence made your heart almost falter when you reached the living room. The lights were off, but the sunlight peeling through the closed wooden blinds were enough to tell you that Nanami was nowhere to be found.
"Nanami?" you muttered softly, eyes wondering for his figure.
Right as you approach the center of the living room where the couches were, the lights suddenly turned on. Your body froze as you feel a pair of hands drape on your shoulders from behind, bringing the synapses of your brain completely still. Three familiar men popped out from behind the couch. Another man popped out from behind the pillar.
"Surprise! Happy birthd—"
The moment their eyes landed on you and your attire, they were at a loss of words. Your jaw slacked open as you couldn't find a way to process everything going on. It made your face burn, grinning in embarrassment. It didn't take long for them to realize as well.
This cannot be real, you panicked inside. No fucking way this is happening right now.
A man with white hair and round sunglasses that you recognized as Gojo stood up and cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Well, damn."
You turned around, noticing Nanami was the one that held onto your shoulders. "What— what's going on?" you asked, the palms of your hand beginning to feel clammy.
Nanami's eyes grew wide and held his breath as you face him. You feel his eyes tracing up and down at the lingerie set you were wearing and your bare skin that easily fed into his feral desires.
"Talk about a surprise," said a dark haired man with an oversized sweater who you recall as Toji. He walked towards you two with his hands in his pockets and gave a sly smirk.
"Right?” Nanami mused, gazing down at your body. His husky, warm voice gave an inviting tone that made your spine almost shiver.
The rest of the men circled around you. You feel the beat of your heart pound rapidly as if there was no way to escape this. You inhaled deeply and breathed out calmly. "You guys all planned a surprise birthday party for me?"
"Well, it was mainly me," said Gojo, narrowing his eyes at you as if he wanted to see more of what was under that lingerie set. "We just weren't expecting you to come in looking like that. . ."
"And this was my gift for you," Nanami smirked, his hands tracing onto your waist. "You look stunning in that, don't you guys agree?"
"Oh yeah," a man with two messy buns tied back mused, who you remember as Choso. He loved the tincture of laced lingerie on anyone, almost like a potion of provocation that aroused his fantasies.
"She does, huh." Another man with dark hair tied to a singular bun teased, known as Getou. It completely caught him off guard when he saw your enticing attire, especially when you weren't expecting guests to arrive at your house.
You were caught in the overwhelming moment. It entertained you inside; that feeling of being the center of attention within a group. Especially a group of men. It made you almost feel heated down there, feeling Nanami's hands roaming from behind and shutting your eyes as he pulled off your cardigan for the rest of the men to see.
He grabs your chin, seeing your face in pure bliss from the arousing atmosphere that made him smirk. "Like the idea of my friends seeing your body? You like having all the attention on you?"
You reply with a subtle nod, too bashful to admit but at the same time you've been dreaming of a fantasy like this to occur at least once in your life.
"Well today's a special day for you, birthday girl. We're gonna give you exactly what you want."
Before you know it, you faltered down onto your knees, watching the men take off jackets and shirts and undo the zippers of their pants. Nanami closes in on you first with his cock, where you gladly allow him to slide in your throat. You raised both of your hands up, finding the grip of two more travel through your palms. Not too tight, not too loose, but enough to not make the men feel uncomfortable.
All eyes were on you as they switched positions of who's taking your throat and who's receiving the hand jobs. You find yourself staring up into Gojo with half lidded eyes, gliding up and down with your warm tongue. Soft groans reverberated through your ears from the others.
"Wow, who knew the birthday girl could be such a cute little slut," Gojo teases, followed by Getou and Toji chuckling.
The circle separates when Nanami kneels down, traveling his hands to your wet slit that made him grin in satisfaction. He pulled aside your laced panties and let his thick fingers delve in your walls. You feel it curling inside as he began to fill your sweet cunt with his thrusts.
"Oh— mff!" Your moan gets cut off when Choso slid into your mouth this time, rocking his hips and allowing Nanami to grab a fistful of your hair while playing with your cunt. The overstimulation made you feel completely helpless under their touch.
Nanami feels your walls clench around his fingers. The group of men watch thoroughly of your blissful reactions, how you barely got a chance to breathe before taking a new cock in your mouth and pumping your hands.
"Gonna. . . gonna cum," you panted.
Nanami shook your head on purpose from his tight grip pulling on your scalp, waking you up. "Then cum. Cum as many times as you want today."
You were brought to your orgasm immediately, the moans that slipped through your mouth made Toji's cock twitch in your mouth. He pulled away, letting you gasp for air again. "You look pretty, birthday whore. Cumming on Kento's fingers like that."
"Get her on the couch," said Gojo.
Getou takes your hazy body, setting you on your side where he entered slowly. Gojo angled his hips to your mouth, biting his bottom lip as your throat delves into his cock again.
"Fuck," Getou grunted, slapping your ass. "This feels good, am I right, birthday slut?"
You moan on Gojo's cock as a reply, the hot skin from your mouth engulfing him traveling in and out your throat. "Fuck yeah she feels good," he praised. "You take cock so good. Nanami is for sure of that."
All the praises you received so far felt tantalizing. It broke your brain completely, where all you could think of was being filled and overstimulated, making your body feel hot and end up dampening yourself.
Cock. . . cock. . . so much fucking cock, you echoed in your head.
Getou pulled out, taking his hands to encircle your dampened cunt allowing you to cum. Whimpers and shrieks were echoing through the living room walls as you approached an orgasm for the second time. Your thighs began to tremble. However, you knew you were far from done. There's still a long line of men waiting to fill you.
Gojo laid on the couch this time, taking your hips and setting your pussy down slowly on his cock. The both of you grunt, eyes filled with desire as your walls clamped around him. You press onto his bare chest, feeling him thrusting at the sensational spots.
Suddenly, Getou brushed his cock around your ass, immediately arousing you. This was a situation you were slightly terrified of— taking two cocks at the same time. Would it hurt? No, you've been fucked in the ass before, but would the embrace of two cocks inside you sting?
Getou proceeded to slide in, holding onto breasts as you yelped from the shiver of pleasure. The two men gradually rocked harder, ramming your walls that sent you clenching down on both of them. Before you know it, Nanami took your head to face him again, while the other two, Choso and Toji, were in reach with your hands.
That's five cocks at the same time, you thought. Five fucking cocks. Oh my god, so much fucking cock. It feels so fucking good.
As you were pushed over the edge, your orgasm hitting onto you, Nanami pulls away to hold your chin up and stared at your ecstatic expression. Watching you getting fucked by someone else was something he never expected to turn him on. Perhaps it's time he revealed his cuckolding kink.
You throw your head back as you came on Gojo's and Getou's cock, feeling yourself began to pulsate. "Wow," Nanami whispered as he watched, pulling you to a heated kiss. "You're an absolute mess right now, darling."
"Shit, I need water," Gojo exasperated slipping himself out of you.
Getou slips out of you, panting heavily. "Get me some too," he says.
The two of them leave you laying on the couch, almost drenched in sweat. Before you know it, Toji stood in front of you, robbing you of breath. His ripped, buff body was enough to make your nerves tremble at his presence.
Your head was hung out at the edge of the couch. His cock sprung free, urging you to stick your tongue out for him and take his length as deep as possible.
"Enjoying your birthday so far?" he smirked. "You still want more?"
You nodded, desperate breaths and wheezes puff out your mouth. Toji granted your desire, sliding his entire, thick length that bulged through your throat. He plunged his cock at a slow rhythm, holding onto your head as the protruding print on the outside of your throat turned him on.
"Fuck, that's so cool," he grunted, eyes never leaving your throat. "You take cock very well. Need a whore like you someday— fuck."
Hot tears streamed from your eyes as you nearly suffocated. He slid out before he could come, pulling you to your feet this time where your back was against his chest. "You're smaller than me. It won't be a struggle to carry you."
"Carry. . . me. . .?" you mumbled weakly, sniffling.
You were caught off guard as Toji slithers to your thighs and lifted your legs up including your whole body. He feels you shake uncontrollably when your glistening folds meet the tip of his huge dick. Toji uses his hands to maneuver your body slowly as you take in his mind blowing size.
"Fuck!" you cried out, throwing your head back on his shoulders. Choso took the opportunity of your available pussy to insert himself inside you, once again welcomed by the tormenting overstimulation.
You were sandwiched between the two dark haired men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Your forehead was pressed against Choso's as Toji bit onto the back of your neck, softly groaning.
"God, you're fucking good," Toji groaned. "Who's birthday is it again? Because it feels like mine."
"You look so good in this," complemented Choso as he traced his hands over the lace of your lingerie set. "I wish you the best birthday, sweetheart."
"Th— thank you," you uttered. "Fuck, oh my god. . . I'm gonna cum again. . ."
"Fucking cum," ordered Toji. "This will be our present for you."
You clench your teeth, furrowing your eyebrows as your cunt pulsed recklessly from another orgasm that sent you shaking again. "All yours now Kento," says Choso as he dropped your fatigued, worn out body on the couch again.
You were brought to your knees, your back pressed against Nanami as he slipped into your pussy again. You gave a shambled reaction from the torture of pleasure and pain that your cunt felt again. Barely enough time to let you rest. "Almost done, sweetheart," says Nanami as he kisses you sloppily.
He pulled your arms back as his cock plunged in your worn out, used cunt. You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, only the sensation of cock. It broke your mind. That was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in.
Nanami releases your arms and grabs onto the hair from your scalp. You bite onto the pillows of the couch, your body rocking back and forth on him and moistening the pillow with your drool. You started twitching at some places.
You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind wrecking, the overstimulation, the praises and subtle degrading that was inflicted on your birthday. Like always, Nanami never failed to surprise you. Spoiling you was what he did best— whether it'd be gifts, money, showers of love, or the hot nights where he'd come home from work stressed and needed to relieve it.
After awhile, your body laid back on the couch where Nanami penetrated your cunt deeply from the access of your spread out legs. There was something about how the garter of your sheer thigh highs gripping tightly onto your thighs aroused him. From there, he filled you with his warm cum, watching the thick liquid dribble down your folds and leaking to the couch. It was a lot to make you feel full.
You couldn't remember much after that right when you passed out.
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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 35
(Master post)
(Insert excuse on why it took so long) (Insert comedic joke on why I didn't update sooner) (plea of trying better) (Heartfelt compliment on why all of you are awesome and patient)
Okay so now that we got that out of the way. But in all seriousness. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy.
If you do enjoy the fic, please Comment and reblog. Reblogs are like Gold on Tumblr and being a writer and posting to Tumblr is difficult. So every little bit helps.
Alright so now lets get to it.
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The nurse heard the commotion going on in the halls. She knew that shortly after Chloé left, things outside the office became… restless. She turned off all the lights and locked the door to the nurse’s office. She did her best to stay quiet and not draw attention to the room. She knew those akuma were out there and she needed to focus on stabilizing her patient.
“I hope that Chloé managed to get that message out.” The nurse whispered to herself.
The woman felt weird pinning her hopes of escaping this place on a spoiled teenager, but at this point, beggars can’t be choosers.
She heard someone approach the door. The nurse felt her blood turn to ice. She refused to move a single inch. She hoped and prayed that the person would go away. She could hear the screams of students outside. She knew the akuma, whoever they were, were out there, and they were taking anyone they could find. Right now, all she could do was pray they don’t check.
“Please… for all that is good… let them leave.” She prayed under her breath.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard the sound of footsteps away from the door and everything returned to eerie silence.
She felt her essence sigh in relief.
She got up from the ground and went to go attend to the unconscious woman in the cot.
“Its strange for someone so young to be so exhausted… but then again, when I get into the line of work I am hoping for, it is likely I will be seeing a lot of cases like this.” Angela joked, trying to keep herself in good spirits. “Society is such a mess.”
Angela checked Nathalie’s pulse. It was present, but it felt off. It was weaker than she was expecting from someone of her age. Perhaps she has a much more serious medical condition. Angela would probably recommend that this woman see a professional when this is all said and done. Though for now, she was stable and calm, which was a very good sign.
The nurse considered that maybe she wasn’t getting an accurate reading, was something off with the assistant’s breathing? She would need to check. The nurse grabbed a stethoscope and moved closer, getting ready to check again.
“Ow!” She yelped as she felt something grab her arm. Nathalie had awaken and she had a firm grip on the woman's wrist.
“What are you doing!?” The surprised assistant exclaimed
“You're awake!? Oh, thank goodness.”
“Awake?”
“Yes, you passed out at a most stressful time. Right now, I recommend we keep our voices down.” The nurse hushed.
‘S***’
Nathalie mentally cursed to herself. She knew it had to be Masquerade. Her little episode resulted in her being far too late to get in and out without issue. She was planning on getting Adrien out of here before things went south.
She got up from the cot she had been laying in.
“Hold on a second.” Angela called out. “You need to stay and rest. I am glad you are conscious. But that sudden fainting spell could be indicative of…”
Nathalie did not have time for this. She gave an ice-cold glare at the nurse.
“If you intend on making me stay here, you will need to do so by force!”
The nurse felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. This woman’s eyes clearly showed intent on fighting. Angela was not a fighter, she helped people, not hurt them.
“You are my patient, and there is a lot of danger outside. You are in no condition to go out there.”
Nathalie had to respect the woman’s guts for standing up to her, despite the nurse’s knees shaking as she maintained eye contact.
“Okay, so how will we deal with the akuma breaking in then.”
“What!”
Angela turned her back to Nathalie, who took full advantage, giving the school nurse a fierce chop to the neck. Causing the nurse to drop like a sack of potatoes.
“Rest up.”
Nathalie put the nurse in the cot that she had previously been resting in.
“Seems I don’t have time to be subtle. Duusu.”
The blue Kwami popped out.
“Nathalie! Do you want to play?”
“Yes Duusu, the game is find Adrien and get out of here.”
“Horray!”
“Duusu! Spread my feathers!”
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“Get down!” Ladybug dived into Chat noir, helping them both avoid the pause symbols and deadly bubbles headed their way. The akuma on both sides of them managed to avoid the incoming attacks they had sent towards the heroes.
“Thanks LB.” Chat noir thanked. “While you are the second person I want to be dancing with. We can't keep dodging forever. Even if their moves are predictable. Maybe those masks are the key to stopping them."
“Hardly a dance, its ettiquette for the boy to lead if it is. And I don't think so. Those masks appear to be unbreakable and impossible to remove” Ladybug said as she pulled her partner quickly back up, both noticing the akuma were ready for more.
“We still haven’t tried cataclysm.” Chat noir comments as he runs and jumps over a trashcan to avoid getting nailed by Bubbler’s attack bubbles.
“Right, but that would leave you exposed. Call it a hunch, but we will need to save it for later.” Ladybug responds as she jumps away and opens a door to block several pause symbols. "Besides, do you want to be mask-less at this Akuma calamity?"
“I was going to say it was more like a Masquerade ball. And no I would not."
Ladybug rolled her eyes at the lame joke, but still had a bit of a smile. Lightening the mood.
"Silly kitty"
"But seriously, we need a plan. If we can’t free them, what can we do?”
Ladybug focused for a moment. She noticed the way they were attacking, it was predictable and slow. Normally the akuma change up their attacks, or at least seem more aware of what the heroes are doing. The akuma were acting a lot more like controlled puppets. Much like when she had to deal with Puppeteer. Seems this akuma had some drawbacks that could be exploited. This was where Ladybug realized there was a way to deal with them.
“We disarm them. Break Bubbler’s wand and I will terminate Lady Wifi’s phone plan. Their reflexes are way more sluggish than usual. My bet is that having so many servants is starting to have a drain on the effectiveness of her forces. We just need to act quick.”
“Alright, sounds good to me.”
“On my mark we charge.”
Ladybug kept an eye on both akuma, after they sent a flurry of attack, they would usually have to take a moment to recharge. Bubbler would need to dip his wand back into his bubble pack and Lady wifi would have her hand cramp after sending 10 swipe symbols and would need to pull her hand back.
“Now!”
Chat noir and Ladybug both pounced at the two akuma, moving fast enough that their foes couldn’t retaliate as the heroes swiped the weapons from their respective wielders.
“Sorry to burst your bubble.” Chat noir joked as he snapped the bubble wand.
“And you’ve reached your data limit for the month.” Ladybug chimed in as she crushed Lady Wifi’s phone.
Both akuma began swinging their fists at the heroes, trying to turn the fight into a bare-knuckle brawl. But Ladybug’s assessment was correct, their attacks were too predictable. Ladybug caught Lady Wifi’s fist and flipped her over her shoulder to the ground.
Chat noir ducked under bubbler’s punch and slipped behind him. The cat used his staff to swipe at the feet of the forward moving akuma and knocked him mask first onto the floor.
“Alright, their disarmed. Now what?”
“Move him over here.”
Chat noir picks up the akuma by his bubble pack and throws him over to ladybug like a curling stone.Ladybug uses her yo-yo to tie the two dazed akuma back to back.
“Let’s put them somewhere where they won’t cause any trouble.”
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“Next!” Masquerade called out in annoyance.
She had gotten her akuma servants to capture as many teachers and students as possible. She had the element of surprise and with the amount of akuma she had at her disposal, it was easy to capture several. Though she figured none would escape and cause panic, Timebreaker was guarding the parameter and kept her informed of any people she ‘Tagged’. Horrificator finished sealing all of the exits so no one would be able to come in or out.
She figured there was a good chance for adding more akuma to her rank. The problem was, most of the akuma sucked. She ended up developing a system for them. If they turned out to have no useful ability, she would humiliate them, have reflekta turn her into replicas of herself and then have Princess Frangrance spray the rejects to turn into obedient servants, this way she had something useful out of them. Make them get snacks or whatever. There were multiple uses for mind-controlled students and teachers. So far, she didn’t find a single one worthy of her time.
“I SAID NEXT!” Masquerade shouted louder.
Masquerade sized up the black-haired girl that one of the Reflekta duplicates had pushed forward. She recognized the shy smile from television. She was one of the weather girls on the KIDZ+ network. That was a contest Lila would have KILLED to have been a part of. She mentally told herself she would have won if she had entered.
“Your Mirelle aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes, please don’t hurt me.” She pleaded.
Masquerade rolled her eyes.
“Let’s, see what the deepest parts of your mind hold.”
“Stop!’
Masquerade stopped to turn to the person that shouted.
“Well, well, well, seems we have both weather girls that go to this school.” Masquerade commented. “What a coincidence.”
Masquerade’s eyes went to the honey blonde weather girl. The akuma had to respect the fierce glare the girl was giving her.
“Aurore don’t.” Mirelle tried to plea.
“Fragrance, shut her up.”
The perfume akuma moved from the wall and sprayed the shy weather girl.”
“No!”
Masquerade felt her bracelet glow, indicating that there was an akuma victim present.”
“So, stormy weather, does this rain on your parade?”
“Don’t call me that!” Aurore spat with disgust.
“That loss still bothers you. How the city voted and you were blown out of the water.”
“I know your trying to get under my skin, it won’t work.” Aurore said. “I’ve dealt with Chloé, and she is way meaner.”
Masquerade kept her smile.
“You’re right, that wouldn’t bother me. The comments by everyone else questioning why you are there would. All of those people wondering what the point of that vote was. So now you have to constantly push harder and harder to prove you deserve to be there with Mirelle. It has become your obsession; the way people perceive you. You need to be the perfect weather girl, with the good looks and the good grades. You can’t let anyone begin to doubt your ability.”
Aurore felt her heart shatter at the comment. It was like this akuma had reached into her chest and pulled her heart out. She could see her biggest fear.
“Shut up! I am good enough! You can’t tell me otherwise.”
Masquerade felt a twinge of annoyance, but a sinister idea came into her head. She touched the perfume bottle charm, her colors shifted to match the color scheme of the Perfume akuma.
“Mirelle, tell her what she needs to here.”
The controlled weather girl felt something intrude in her mind, for a brief second, she winced, before turning into a creepy smile.
“Mirelle?”
Aurore felt her skin crawl as she turned to see her coworker and friend staring at her, a creepy smile on her face.
“You aren’t good enough. You were never good enough. You tried so hard to be charming and cute, but the network thinks your redundant. They were going to get rid of you as soon as they could. I hear they are aiming for the end of the month.” She sing-songed.
Aurore dropped to her knees. Her confidence shattered. She broke down, tears streamed down her face. She covered her hands to cry. To hear her say those awful things, was it true? Was she gone? Was all her work for nothing?
Mirelle’s creepy forced smile stayed, but from the corner of her eye, a single tear began streaming down her cheek. Unbeknown to Aurore, Masquerade was using the controlled teen like a ventriloquist dummy.
“Excellent work.”
Masquerade shifted back to her original colors and grabbed a mask from her dress before she flung it right at the depressed weather girl. She took joy in watching it clamp onto her face like an alien face-hugger. There was a brief moment of struggle, but Aurore was no more. Stormy weather had taken her place. Masquerade laughed as a new charm appeared on her bracelet.
“Finally, some better servants. And these powers are no joke.”
Stormy weather raised her umbrella at Masquerade.
“Oh? Are you trying to resist?”
The akuma’s arm was shaking, but then dropped. Her body becoming inactive, like a toy robot with its batteries removed.
“And there goes the last of your resistance. Now go out and find Ladybug and Chat noir. Lady Wifi and Bubbler haven’t returned.”
Stormy weather nodded and headed out of the classroom.
Masquerade noticed the cowering captured students and took a moment to appreciate the power she wielded. Sure, she would have preferred to have been loved by the school, but being feared is a close second.
Her joy was cut short when something pinged into her mind.
Requirements met for new akuma. Confirm merge?
‘Merge?’
Masquerade tried to figure out what that meant. What was merging.
‘The components for the akuma Oblivio are now available, would you like to merge the two akuma to make new akuma?’
“Oblivio? I don’t remember an akuma by that name?” Masquerade said to herself. “Well, if two people are needed to make it and it is making something new, it must be good. Confirm!”
A new charm appears on her bracelet, one in the shape of a question mark.
"Creating Lady Wifi, Bubbler, Oblivio fusion.'
“I wonder what this will bring.”
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Hawkmoth got felt a sudden shift in the mood of his akuma.
"So Lila found a way to merge akuma with multiple different forms into one. And now she is able to create a completely new akuma. Perhaps Ladybug and Chat noir have finally met there match."
The butterfly villain rubbed his hands smugly as he continued observing. Though part of him wondered if Nathalie was able to secure Adrien safely.
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“Okay, these should work.” Chat noir exclaimed as he opened two empty lockers.
Ladybug removed her yo-yo that had tied the two akuma together and shoved the two of them inside each locker before slamming it shut.
“We need something to lock them in for a while.” Ladybug exclaimed as she held the doors closed. The akuma started trying to break free. Moving in any way they could to bust out.
Chat noir looked around, looking for something to shove in front of the lockers.
“Ugh, there is nothing to barricade them with!” Chat noir exclaims.
“Just seal the doors.”
“Right!”
Chat noir put his hand on the lockers where the doors would open, he focused all his strength into his hands and crunched doors by the lock, making it impossible to open in the conventional way.
“That should hold it.” Chat noir exclaimed with relief.
Ladybug slid down the door as resistance finally ceased.
“I think they realized they can’t escape.” Chat noir eased.
Ladybug got up from the floor. They give each other a fist bump on their success.
“Well thankfully that deals with two troublesome akuma. Now we need to get to Lila before we get overrun with them.”
The two heroes quickly leave the locker room.
"By the way, you mentioned earlier I was the second person you wanted to be dancing with. Who is the first?"
Chat noir felt a faint blush on his cheeks.
"How about we talk dances later." Chat noir dodged the question.
Both heroes hurrying down the hall to try and get to Masquerade.
But after they left, the lockers they had left the akumas in started to shake wildly…
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“Heads up!” Viperion exclaimed as he pulled Ryuuko out of the Akuma’s range. The vanishing miracular was a far more difficult opponent then both reptilian heroes were expecting. The akuma vanishes just before Ryuuko could retaliate.
“Every time we lose sight of her, she vanishes and I can’t get a clean hit!” Ryuuko grumbles.
Viperion looks around frantically.
“Yes, but I do believe we have some interesting intel. The akuma seems unable to use both her powers at the same time. She needs to turn visible in order to try and attack us with those Tonfa of hers” The snake hero explains
Ryuuko backs up, looking around to see if she can notice anything that could help her locate the sneaky servant.
“And whatever its other power is seems to involve using those Tonfa. Call it a hunch but we can’t let her use it on us.” Ryuuko discussed her instinctual feeling.
“Guard my back, she can’t sneak up on us if our backs are covered.” Viperion instructs. “Her strategy is very straight forward. We just need to wait for an opening”
“Got it.” Ryuuko says just as she notices something from the corner of her eye. “There you are.”
Ryuuko makes a charge at what appeared to be a wall, but her sword contacted Miracular’s tonfa. Forcing her visible again.
Viperion took noticed of the poor stance that Miracular had while blocking Ryuuko. He wasn’t an expert but even he could see that an unexpected hit would knock her off her feet.
He threw his lyre right at the akuma’s knees and made contact, the force causing her to buckle and Ryuuko disarmed the akuma by parrying her tonfa.
Viperion caught the weapons and broke them over his knee.
“Well that takes care of her weapons.”
Ryuuko noticed the akuma tried to get away but she dove tackled her before she could turn visable.
“Nice work. But what are we going to do to stop her from getting in the way?” Viperion inquired.
Ryuuko band the akuma's face repeatedly against the floor in order to break the mask. Sadly there was not even a scratch on it.
"Well this mask is durable. Might need to lock her somewhere."
The snake hero thought for a moment. he remembered back to a previous akuma attack. Chat noir had put him in a locker to be safe. He still remembered the playful wink the cat gave.
"Any ideas Viper piper?" Ryuuko inquired as she maintained her hold on the akuma.
"Huh? Oh right. Why not take to the locker room and throw her into a locker. She isn't super strong so we could easily just toss her in and lock it. Also, what is with the nickname?"
"I heard that giving people nicknames helps endear people to you."
"Okay, well you can keep trying, but I don't play pipes. What other ones do you have."
"... That was the only one I had... Ill try and come up with more as we go."
"Looking forward to it ... Dra-girl"
Ryuuko paused to look at him as she stood up with the akuma.
"Yea... It felt wrong as soon as I said it. Lets just go."
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Chloé had given most of the akuma she encountered the slip. Not from expert hiding of fighting skill, she simply walked passed them. A normal individual would realize how amazing it was that as long as you don’t freak out, the akuma basically don’t notice. But to Chloé, it felt insulting. Did the akuma seriously believe she was not worth chasing?
“Un-be-lievable.” Chloé huffed. “Most of these akuma would have been chasing me like crazy by now.”
She grumbled to herself as she made it to the front entrance, which she realized had been slimed on.
“EWW, they got that nasty slime monster on their side.”
The mayor’s daughter felt a mix of disgust and annoyance. With this door sealed, she would need to get to one of the other exits, on the other side of the school.
“This would be a really good time for Ladybug to show up and let me be Queen bee.” Chloé stated aloud.
But the area she was in was practically empty.
“Figures.” Chloé sighed. “Why do these gross rejects always have to make things so annoying!”
Unfortunately for her, her complaints did attract some attention from a group of Reflekta copies roaming the halls.
“We order you to come with us!” The three reflektas sang in unison. Chloé didn’t know or care if the original was among them.
“How about no.” Chloé scoffed. She pushed one of them down and walked past them. The other two rushed to her to capture her. But Chloé easily knocked both of the reflektas down easy. The servants were not use to walking in heels. They may be controlled, but Chloé can tell when an amateur walking in gaudy heels from a mile away.
“You 3 need to learn how to walk and a lesson on fashion before you can even THINK of taking me hostage.” Chloé flipped her hair and smugly continued walking, as the three reflektas tried to get up.
Hidden from view, hiding in what appeared to be an abandoned janitor’s cleaning cart, an old man popped his head out slightly.
“Ladybug does need all the help she could get right now…But would she be the right choice?”
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(End of Part 36.)
What other akuma will be joining Masquerade's ranks?
Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to face the old and new threats?
Will Mayura cause more problems or solve em?
Also, what do you think this new akuma fusion will look like?
I would love to see your takes.
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Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭
Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨
Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕
OMG YES YES YES YES
TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.
You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓
S/O reads Smuts 🤭
Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.
Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍
Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!
Word Count: HAH jokes 😂
All members under the cut!
Youngbin
Doesn't understand at first 💀
But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you
The panic on your face makes him panic
Apologizes 🥺
Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story
But he saw his name 💀💀💀
So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it
Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think
On one hand, he's flattered...?
Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death
On the other hand, why are you reading it?
Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to
So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight
So determined 🥺
Picks you up for your date and stuff
Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon
So touchy and observant
Tries his best to remember what was in the story
Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want
More Dom than usual
More vocal than usual
His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks
Bites your neck a lot
Doesn't hold back one bit
Secretly satisfies his wishes too
Teases you for being so ready
Teases you for every reaction
Pulls your hair
Overstimulates you
Until you're tired and can't take it anymore
He could go for a round more
So he does
It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla
But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem
Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex
Blushy babyyyy
So cute 🥺
Inseong
Bro
Do I even need to 😂
He's probably written a few 💀
He seems like he's into roleplay 👀
So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words
He doesn't think much of it tbh
But is curious
He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers
Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it
Satisfied when you whine and pout
Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face
" I think it's hot "
Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed
You need a minute to process what just happened lol
Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap
Bite you lip and grab his face pls
Now he's wide eyed 😂
Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily
" Do you really like that I read smut? "
You look so innocent he would cum right there
Poor man is dumbfolded
So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while
Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement
Loves having you so close
Especially after discovering your secret
Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉
Jaeyoon
Oo this one is fun
He won't confront you immediately
He'll just think about it a lot
" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "
Stares at you from across the room
Smirks at your cute smiles
Timeskip this time by Baek Huru
Surprises you by kissing your neck
Humps your butt
Pecks you neck
Rolls your nipples in his fingers
Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely
Pulls away dragging you to the bed
Sits near the headboard
Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀
Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry
Doesn't give you a lot of time to react
But, all this seems familiar
Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before
The whole idea made you hot
Istg you've never finished so soon
He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there
Sanghyuk
Smug bastard
He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you
He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol
Wow you really into all that?
He has no shame so he will ask you directly
You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him
He's scared lmao
Then explains himself and says sorry
Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry
Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair
Pacing you start to think of and explanation now
Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂
Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life
Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table
Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely
Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut
Nodding you let him take over
Makes you cum twice easily
It's more romantic than rough
Passionate, very passionate
Kisses you a lot
Hands on you all over you
Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs
Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table
Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done
Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them
Seokwoo
He is shocked™
Listen okay
He's tall
He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking
Reads multiple smuts 💀
Only the ones you've liked so far tho
Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously
Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it
So shy omg
Stutters words out cause he's so flustered
You need to read his mind, literally
Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about
You'd just laugh at his cuteness
Boy is confused ??
Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him
Yes climb
Needy but still shy and shocked
Wastes no time in getting naked
Allows you to do whatever you want to him
No, really
Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him
Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break
Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms
Definitely sore for a few many days 💀
Juho
I'm not sure tbh
Either he won't care at all like
" Oh yeah this is just their thing "
Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?
He already has those so you don't need them from someone else
He won't ask you about it tho
But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them
And he's down
Or up, whichever you want
Asks you what you want more times than usual
But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?
Starts moving before you answer
Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "
He's fine with that answer
Hands above your head
Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you
He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him
Praises you with his deep ass voice
Gives you his Vampire stare™
That's all you need to cum undone
Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌
Yoo Taeyang
SHY BABYYYYY
So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol
But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂
You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal
But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost
He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled
Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?
He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information
When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then
But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new
So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind
It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt
Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly
Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you
Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting
Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you
You're leaning on the terrace wall
Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him
Giving him permission to do anything to you
The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤
And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀
Maybe you should leave smut laying around
Youngkyun
You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend
He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs
Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic
The description
The reaction
The dialogues
Reading it made you body move on instinct
Lower lip getting stck in your teeth
Hand travelling down to your privates
Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers
Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear
At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something
That is until he recognized the pattern
Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it
Boy is so shocked
It's like his own private porn show
Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it
Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over
Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off
You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you
Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices
Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you
Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high
After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices
Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading
Round 2? 😉
Chanhee
He'll find it funny 💀
Why do people write these things
Why do people read these things
What is the use?
He is partly curious lol
When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook
Then he's like nah
So you make him read one
He can't even make it halfway through lol
The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you
Grabs the phone and sits next to you
" I'm hard "
You look at him like boy what
Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves
And you're like okay and what's the point
Pulls you on his lap
Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal
Makes you stand now lol
Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours
Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest
Also his dick is in you
Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you
Cause you feel so heavently around him
Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap
Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work
Still has mixed feeling now tho
Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting
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so like... spencer x reader sex tape omg 🥰🥰🙈 but you’re literally the reason i got tumblr you’re so talented 🥺🥺🥺
first of all! ahhhhh!!!! that’s crazy, thank you so much!!!!
second of all, im combining it with this request:
“making a sex tape with Spencer so when he is on a case, he can be reminded of what is waiting for him when he gets home”
Visuals here and here
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He’s away so often, and honestly, after a point pictures just didn’t cut it anymore. They couldn’t always talk on the phone because he’d usually get in late, or he’d be in a whole other time zone.
He tried watching porn but it just wasn’t the same, how could it ever live up when it was just some girl. When it wasn’t you?
So he came home after one particularly long case with an idea. Well, with a camera, a tripod, and an idea.
“Getting into photography are we?” you joke, eyeing him up as he comes through the door.
“Maybe I am” his tone is excited and eager.
“So what’s your subject, oh god you’re not about to get really into birds or something are you?” you cross your arms, watching him as he lays his new purchases down on his desk, opening up the boxes with the enthusiasm of a kid at Christmas.
“Nope” he says, giddy, “my subject is you, well, us?”
You pick it up almost immidately, you’d gotten enough hopeful dirty texts from him late at night over the past couple of weeks that you were almost waiting for this to happen.
“You wanna film us?” you ask and he nods,
“I wanna film us having sex?” he clarifies
“Well I pieced that much together genius!” you joke walking towards him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was so eager to show you his new toys he’d barely even said hello.
“Can we do it now?” asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation. His eyes are so wide and soft that you just can’t say no. You were planning on jumping him the second he got through the door anyway, what was the harm in pointing a camera at the bed. So you nod and a huge smile breaks out on his face.
“Let me get changed, I may as well be in something sexy don’t you think?”
His eyes bulge out as you speak, as you turn to walk towards the bedroom he calls out after you.
“The red one! I mean— could you? Put on that red set I like? Please?” he tries to look a little less eager as if he hadn’t given himself away already.
“You got it baby” you call back, rooting the underwear out from your drawer. You head into the bathroom to get changed, leaving him to set up.
When Spencer finally joins you in the bedroom, camera situated on its tripod, pointed right at the bed, he’s already undressed. Laying on the bed in nothing but his briefs, his hair already messy, no doubt from how fast he pulled off his sweater.
His jaw drops when he sees you, as though you’ve never worn this exact set in front of him before.
“Fuck baby” he looks you up and down, taking you all in. “Come here” he commands and you walk towards the bed.
“Is that recording already?” You point to the camera and he nods.
You make a production of it once you’re sure you’re within the frame. Climbing onto the bed on all fours, pushing your ass out and up just a little, accentuating the curve of your back for the camera, for future Spencer.
You crawl towards him, tossing a leg either side of him so that you can straddle his lap, leaning in close to place a sloppy kiss on his lips before trailing your mouth down along his neck, his collarbones, his chest. Sliding down his body until you were nestled between his legs, gently teasing him over his boxers with your lips.
“Already so hard for me?” You ask, looking up at him, he always thought you looked so beautiful from this angle.
“Uh huh, thought about you non stop” he moans out,
“And what did you think about?” You tease him, your fingers coming up to graze the little wet patch on his briefs. You pull down the elastic, pulling his already hard cock out with your hand, gently squeezing it.
“Did you think about this?” you ask, pumping it up and down gently, looking up at him again and he’s nodding, “or maybe” you pull a face like you’re thinking before you bring your lips down, so tantalizingly close to the top of his cock, “was it this you thought about?”
Before he can answer you’re sinking down on him, your lips sealed around him as you push down. Taking his cock in as far as it’ll go, just until it hits the back of your throat and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes.
He starts to moan, soft and quiet, almost whimpers. So you pull off, looking up at him with a mock disappointment.
“You’re gonna have to moan louder than that if you want the camera to hear you baby” you scold him before you’re back on him, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and then taking it right into the back of your throat again.
This time he’s moaning properly, letting loose, his hands come down to fist in your hair. They’re pulling slightly until they’re yanking you off. The jolt of pain heads straight to your core.
“What’s wrong baby?” you ask with a fake innocence.
“That’s not where I wanna finish” he gasps out, breathing already haggard, but there’s a commanding tone to his words, or maybe just a look on his face that tells you he’s the one in charge now.
“Lay down on your stomach” it’s an order, not a question, so you lay down. You take a moment to figure out your angle and decide to lay down facing the camera. Spencer loved the way you felt when he fucked you from behind. The way he could just get so deep that you’d almost always end up crying. The only downside was the fact that he also loved the faces you made when he was inside you. This time he didn’t have to compromise.
When you lay down you prop your knees up, presenting your ass to him, wiggling your hips slightly as you push them up in the air. Resting your head on your folded arms as you look into the lens.
“That’s a good girl” he says, and you let out a small moan at the praise.
“Same rules apply princess, you gotta keep it nice and loud for me” his hand comes down in a harsh smack against your ass as he speaks. It’s unexpected and you let out a small gasp at the shock.
“Fuck” you whine, “I will Spencer! I’m a good girl!”
With that you feel his fingers tease at your panties, pressing up against the saturated lace between your legs.
“Desperate are we?” He teases, “you’re fucking soaked” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down until he has to yank them roughly off at your knees.
“You’re dripping wet for me” he groans, his hands coming to rest on either side of your hips. You knew what was next so you braced yourself, taking in a deep breath.
He lines himself up behind you before he’s pushing in, giving you no time to adjust. Just thrusting so deep inside you on the first go that you were almost screaming.
“Ah! Fuck! Spencer!” you moan, your hands flying out immidately to grab at the sheets.
“Your little pussy’s so fucking tight” he groans, his hands digging into your hips so firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted to while the rest of your body all but melted into the bed.
He starts to move right away, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting in and out of you so impossibly deep each time.
“Feels so—fuck ah! Spencer! Your cock feels so good” your whimpering, a few stray tears already escaping down your cheeks.
Your instinct is to bury your face in the bedsheets, but that would only muffle your cries.
Spencer’s not holding back either, his harsh pants are only interrupted by a string of expletives, growls and moans as he fucks in and out of you roughly. The wet sounds of his cock working in and out of your cunt, the skin of his hips at is meets your ass all coupled with his perfect little moans is sending you so completely over the edge now.
“Fuck Spencer I’m— I can’t—” you’re whimpering, desperate and pathetic in his grip.
“What’s the problem, can’t take it princess? Thought you were a good girl?” He’s teasing you as you squirm and moan around him, so painfully close.
He takes one hand hand off your hip before roughly bringing it down with in a hard slap against your ass. The pain just amplifies the pleasure and you’re desperate now.
A second later you’re cumming around him as he works in and out of you. Your knees would go out from under you if he wasn’t holding you so tight, continuing to fuck in and out of you until he was spilling inside you himself.
Collapsing gently against your back for a moment he gathers himself just enough to pull out of you slow and steady before you’re both collapsing on the matress, completely spent.
“Do you think that’ll keep you satiated for a while?” you ask with a chuckle, your breathing ragged, chest heaving. And he looks no better when you glance over to him.
“Not even close”
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