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capricores · 9 months

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if you have strong mutable (gemini, sagittarius, pisces, virgo) placements then you NEED to write things down if you don't already. all those thoughts that constantly swirl in your head: the frequent tasks, goals, feelings, aspirations, opinions, etc - WRITE THEM DOWN. this is not only therapeutic & stress-relieving for you but almost necessary, or you're going to burn out and overload your own mind constantly.

when you bottle, or when you let plans, goals, dreams, to-do lists, projects, etc live solely in your head - you'll notice you can't sleep as well, it's harder to rest, your memory gets more foggy than usual, you feel burnt out and unable to connect, etc. specifically:

write down your feelings. this will be your ultimate (free) therapy. start to journal, write a diary. make a private twitter/tumblr where you spill your feelings, frustrations, thoughts. you will feel an immense sense of relief by writing or typing your feelings out - even if no one is reading it but you. mutable moons especially. our feelings tend to change rapidly, but it doesn't make them less valid. don't bottle out of the fear your feelings will change/you'll just "get over it"!! write it down and let it out!!

write! to-do! lists!!!!! these don't have to be for important things. you want to learn digital art? you want to study coding? you want to learn french? you want to re-decorate? you probably have a billion things you want to do, and then you get overwhelmed by the options, and do nothing. write down all the things you want to do. make a to-do list for these things. get them out of your head and somewhere permanent/physical. looking at the options in front of you will feel much easier.

make excel project trackers (you can even make these for to-do list items/goals/etc)! mutable placements have a tendency to start a lot of projects or tasks, and never finish any of them. make a simple tracker for all the projects you start. you won't forget what you're working on, and you'll be less overwhelmed trying to remember what you have going on (example of the one i always use pictured below)

talking out your thoughts and feelings is also very cathartic. make fake (or real, i support u!) youtube vlogs where you spill your feelings and talk about your plans, your day, what you have to do, etc. talk to someone you love and trust, vent to them about how things are; or about what you're getting up to. i find writing has an edge, because you can go back to it for reference (mutables tend to forget things easily) - but as long as you're getting the swirl of your mind somewhere outside of your head, you'll feel so, so much less stressed.

mutable dominants tend to constantly live in go-mode, we're restless and always doing something. we feel uncomfortable and sometimes guilty about staying still. our minds don't ever shut off. it's very important for mutable placements to learn how to rest, be present in the moment, and learn grounding. this can be done in many ways, but i've found personally that writing works best for me. other helpful practices can be: talk therapy, acceptance theory, yoga, meditation, hiking, camping, etc.

i also want to remind mutable signs: we change a lot. we have a lot of ideas. there's so much we want to do. we often feel like we have no path, no big goal; we can struggle with purpose as we don't often aspire for permanent things or "one big goal". this is NOT bad. there is nothing wrong with changing your feelings, your mind, your goals, your life path. you CAN do all the things you want to do! you have your entire life ahead of you! yes, you can learn all those languages. yes, you can have three different careers in your life. yes yes yes! don't listen to negativity from others. don't beat yourself up for not having one big goal like some people around you might. cherish and embrace all the things you want to achieve and complete (both big and small). learn to follow-through with and finish the things that matter to you (writing things down will really help with this, make action plans/steps - break everything down into smaller pieces). take the time to slow down and enjoy the moments as they come. you got this!

#like PLSSSS it is so important you all NEED to write/type your thoughts and feelings #talking abt them will make u feel amazing but writing them out will get them out of your brain #astrology #mutable #luna.txt #i love u mutables <3 #this post was so scattered and random and all over the place in true mutable fashion #but im not editing it because this is for the mutables anyway and yall will get my scattered-ness #mine

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ashwhowrites · 2 months

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No cash, no problem

Summary- Y/N can't afford to pay Eddie for the night, but he has a different payment in mind

⚠️smut- oral sex and fingering ( age gap but it's all legal )

Single milf!reader x babysitter!Eddie

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Eddie struggled to find a job, he did his dealing but he also wanted a job so Wayne could know where the money came from. But based on his appearance and reputation in the town, not many gave him the opportunity.

Then he met a stressed-out mom in a store. Way in over her head and struggling to keep her three kids in check. He helped that day and now months later, he found himself their babysitter.

Eddie adored Y/N and her kids. He met her ex, he was a total dick and a shitty dad. The kids loved him, he got along the best with the two boys. They talked about movies and video games. He got along with everyone and he had a good relationship with Y/N.

Eddie had all the kids down for bed by the time Y/N arrived. He sat on the couch as he watched the TV low. He watched as she bent over to take off her heels. She sighed deeply and ran her hand through her hair.

"Stressful night?" Eddie asked, his voice causing her to jump and turn around. A relieved smile as she noticed it was Eddie. He muted the TV as she walked over. He eyed her dress, the way her body looked amazing. Her curves are more at notice with the tightness of the material. Her perfume smelled amazing and she looked gorgeous.

"You have no idea," she groaned, she began to dig around in her purse. Eddie assumed for cash for the night.

"Tried a date, right? Complete asshole, who didn't even pay for dinner. Then doesn't drive me home so I had to take a cab," her voice got more stressed as she dug around in her purse faster. "Which now I realize I gave the last amount of my cash to the driver and now can't pay my fucking babysitter." She groaned, throwing her purse on the floor.

Eddie held back a small laugh at her mini meltdown. "It's alright, Y/N. Don't worry about it." He said.

"No! You do so much for us and deserve to be paid. I mean you got Ben an A on his project, and Kasey won't shut up about you. I think she's in love. And Jack adores you. I mean you do more than their father." She ranter, steering away from the topic. "Can I double it next time? Or I can write a check?" She struggled to find a solution and she was so frantic about it. Eddie couldn't help but watch her fall apart.

"Those are all fine. Or honestly, it can be on me. It sounds like a shitty night." Eddie offered, he stood up, his body up close next to hers. He felt his fingers inching towards her before his brain knew.

"I need a bath then I'll be fine. But I'm still paying you some way." She smiled gently at him as she touched his arm. A short way to show her affection and a promise. She went to move away but Eddie moved faster. His hand grabbed her arm, and he brought her hand up to his mouth. He watched as she froze and sucked in the air. Her mouth slightly opened.

"I think I know a way you can pay me. A slightly different method." He whispered, then he took her ring finger, one that used to have a band around, and slowly put it in his mouth. He was crossing a huge boundary and he prepared for the slap across his face. But instead, she moaned and zoned her eyes in on his mouth as he sucked her finger.

"What's that?" She whispered, her voice cracked and she coughed to try to fix it. Her eyes never left his mouth as he let her finger go with a pop.

"Let me eat," he started, yanking her arm to bring her body smack against his. She stumbled into him but he kept them in balance, "that pretty pussy, momma." He whispered against her lips.

She wasn't sure if she got drunk off her glass of wine or if Eddie was truly hitting on her. He was an attractive boy, but he was just in his twenties and she was ten years older than him. It was way too wrong to feel this turned on.

"The kids." She mumbled, turning her head to look up the stairs. Eddie grabbed her chin and brought her face against his again. His lips were right on top of hers.

"Then you'll have to be quiet then, huh?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows as he challenged her.

"But..." She trailed off. She tried to wrap her brain for an argument but she felt like her brain shut off.

"You say stop, and I'll stop. Let me make you feel good, take away your stress. Feast on you like you've never felt. Not by that loser ex-husband and not that loser from tonight." His dirty words made her submit. A little pleasure wouldn't kill her and he was of age. And based on the hardness she felt against her thigh, it was something he wanted.

She nodded and allowed his lips to smash on hers. She gasped as he slammed her against the wall and his hands immediately slipped under her dress. She moved her tongue into his mouth and her hands went in his hair. She was rough and tugged. Harder each time she heard the growling sound he made.

She moaned against his tongue as his fingers moved her underwear aside, and his fingers fucked into her. Her head fell back and his mouth latched on her neck. She cradled his head as she began to ride his fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep quiet, not trying to scar her children for life.

She gripped his hair harder when his thumb rubbed her clit and his teeth sunk into her flesh.

She got her breath back when he pulled away, but her break didn't last long. He dropped to his knees and pulled her leg over his shoulder. He growled at the sight of her wet pussy, pulsing and asking for more. He didn't need the extra wetness, but he still spit right on her clit. A way to mark her as his.

She threw her hand over her mouth the second his tongue was on her clit. He knew just how to suck and flick. He made her knees shake. His fingers were back inside of her as he sucked on her clit.

Eddie loved the taste of her on his tongue. She was sweet and way better than he imagined. He couldn't deny the amount of times he thought of doing this. And the many nights he craved to taste her just like this.

He didn't care to be clean, he was messy and sloppy. His tongue moved between her folds to taste every inch, removing his fingers just to circle his tongue inside. Her body arched off the wall and he could feel her digging at his roots.

Eddie moved his tongue back up to her clit, and his fingers entered her again. He went fast and slipped in three fingers, and then slipped in a fourth one. He felt her snapping before she even made a sound. Four fingers deep as he fucked her and spelled his name with his tongue on her clit, sucking harshly at the very end as she came.

Her body slumped against the wall but he kept his mouth on her, shoving her against the wall and he held her up as he finished tasting her. She was sensitive and shaking but he made sure to lick up every single drop.

She tried to catch her breath when he gently placed her leg back on the ground, he moved her underwear back in place and pushed the underwear against her sensitive clit. She bit back the whine, the material soaked up her wetness. He pushed her dress back down and cleaned off his mouth.

He smirked as he took in her fucked off state. "no cash, no big deal."

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skzhua · 25 days

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a price i'm willing to pay | part 27 - play pretend?

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pairing: ceo!bang chan x entrepreneur!reader

genre: social media!au, arranged marriage, fake relationship, fluff, angst.

warnings: swearing, might have suggestive bits.

summary: following a scandal threatening the survival of your business, you have no choice but to associate yourself with a competitive company.

Needless to say, you were stressed. Even if Chan’s building was not that far from yours, the few minutes you had to wait for him were agonizing. Moving your knee up and down, biting your bottom lip as you stared at the time, picking the skin around your nails… There wasn’t a thing you weren’t doing in attempt to calm yourself.

“You good?” Changbin questioned you as he was heading out for his own lunch break.

“Yup, never been better,” you sent him a thumbs up but by the look on his face, he was not convinced in the slightest.

“I’m going for fried chicken; do you want me to bring you some?”

You swooned at the gesture but shook your head no. “Chan and I will eat together.”

The disappointment was obvious on his face but he smiled nonetheless, waving at you as he walked out. You almost felt bad until you remembered the messages exchanged with Chan. You had no idea what he wanted to talk about. Did he want to discuss your future projects? Was he regretting collaborating with you? Or worst, did he want to divorce you after realizing he made a mistake?

So many things ran through your mind that you didn’t take notice of Chan standing tall in front of your desk, blazer slouched over his shoulder. Once your eyes set on him, you swallowed thickly upon taking in how fucking handsome he was. There were times you could refrain yourself from such thoughts, but you were all over the place today.

“Really? You’re checking me out right now?” he sighed in disappointment, although he still had a hint of amusement in his tone.

“I’m not,” you argued even if you knew the blush on your face would betray you.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Shall we go?”

“Where?”

He perked an eyebrow up. “To eat..?”

“Right,” you cleared your throat before gathering your jacket and purse clumsily.

There was no denying it; this was the cutest sight Chan had had of you so far. Still, he tried to not let it show through and guided you out to the café nearby. You chose a booth that was a bit further from the other tables so you could have some sort of privacy. You sat down, legs jittering under the table, and motioned the seat across from you for Chan to sit on. Only, as is he was intentionally testing your patience and making you even more nervous on purpose, he shook his head and walked to the lineup at the cash register. From there, he sent a small smile to your direction but you could only roll your eyes. This was one of the instances where you would remember why you despised him in the first place.

It only took him a few minutes but he finally sat with you as he brought along with him two carrot muffins and two lattes. You would lie it you said you didn’t find adorable how he remembered your usual and that he ordered the same for him. Nevertheless, this was not what you were here for.

“How was work this morning?” he asked after taking a sip and you deadpanned at him.

“Really? That’s what you’re going to say first?:

He sighed. “I don’ know how to bring the subject into the conversation smoothly.”

“Just say it as it is, it's killing me how I have no idea what you want to discuss about.”

His gaze softened before he cleared his throat. “I know you said to never bring it up again, but it's been on my mind for months and I think I'll go crazy if I don’t have answers.”

Your body stiffened. You knew exactly what he was referring to. The question was why would he bring it up now, after months since it occurred. If it bugged him so much, you would have maybe let him speak.

“What are your questions?”

He seemed surprised and somewhat relieved to see how calm you remained. “Why did you say to not talk about it again? Are you ashamed of it?”

“Ashamed of it?” you repeated. “No, of course not. It's just- I wasn’t thinking straight that night.”

“So your solution to something you caused was to ignore it,” he scoffed. “Does it mean you regret it?”

“Wasn’t it obvious when I ask you to not mention it again?”

His jaw clenched and he took a sip of his latte as a temporary distraction. “Is it that bad that we kissed?”

“We're business partners, Chan.”

“To you, that’s what we are. But I would have hoped after the year we had, you would maybe consider me as your friend at the very least.”

You gulped at his statement. The thing was, you never knew in what category he fitted. At first, it was your rival. Then, a business partner. But with time, you saw your relationship with him to a level you never thought it would reach. You sought to him for comfort, you would call him at random times to get your mind off things, you would actually enjoy your silly fake dates, and — although you would never admit it out loud — the posts you made about each other online made your heart swoon. He was never your friend, but he wasn’t someone you hated anymore.

“Another thing,” he continued after seeing you would not answer. “If you have something with Changbin, it was never my intention to come between the two of you. Heck, I was even a replacement for him that night since he couldn’t come.”

“That’s not true,” you were quick to correct.

“Why did you invite me over the one time he wasn’t going to be there, then?”

You groaned in frustration. “You and Changbin are two totally different people. In no way did I ever think of you as replacement for him. And to answer your question, it’s because he hates you.”

He took a second to register what you said before speaking again, hesitantly. “Do you have something going on with him?”

“Alright, jealous boy, I think we covered enough ground here,” you tried to dismiss the topic but, clearly, he had no intention for you to do so.

“Y/N, do you?”

You thought for a moment, which in itself would have sent Chan's mind into a whirlwind of overthinking, but you responded. “Wonhee thinks he does have feelings for me, but I don’t see him like this. If so, it would have happened long ago.”

He struggled with containing his satisfied smile. “And, are you seeing anybody?”

“If you don’t count, then no.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment which inevitably made you self-conscious of your words. You didn’t think before speaking, and somehow, it felt like you said the right thing. Still, you had no idea what you were implying with this. Did you want to be with him for real? Or did you say that because, in a way, you are seeing each other? The latter sounded like the most likely to be, but the first one had a ring to it that was melody to your ears.

“That’s all I wanted to discuss,” he ended up responding, much to your disappointment. “Just let me know if you do begin to date, because-"

“I won’t.”

He frowned at your interruption. “What?”

“We're married, I'm not going to hoe around for no reason.”

“We're married on paper, Y/N.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. If you are uncomfortable with it, I won’t. Besides, you’re not so bad of a husband.”

His cheeks turned pink while his smile grew, showing his dimples in the process. He sent a wink your way as to tell you he knows what you meant but in all honesty, this took him aback quite a lot. And this was the moment he knew his feelings were definitely stronger than what he had originally thought. In a way, he was grateful you didn’t seem to catch onto his very flustered self. However, a part of him wanted you to know he took this compliment to heart.

“I should get going,” you broke the silence, showing him the time on your phone. “Thank you for the latte and the muffin.”

“It’s nothing. I can walk you to the company.”

You pondered for a second and smiled. “Would you mind?”

“Of course not.”

So, a few minutes later, you were strolling around the city towards your company building. The streets were rather calm, surprisingly, and the little noise there was simply made your surroundings the more welcoming. Today was just perfect.

“We can stop playing pretend, you know?”

His voice caught you off guard. “Come again?”

“You understood me the first time, Y/N,” he breathed out, stopping on his tracks. “How long are we going to keep pretending you and I aren’t something more than just a public relationship? Because, I'll keep going.”

You were out of words, speechless. How could he say something of that sort in such a bold way? You never had the time to think if this would go any further, mainly because you avoided the thought the times it did pop up in your brain. Chan was never the man you'd take interest in, even less in a romantic manner. Not only that, but you had very strong negative feelings towards him not so long ago. But again, the evening strolls with him were always something you looked forward to. The way he'd make the stupidest joke was both something that annoyed you and cheered you up. His crazy sudden dates filled you with adrenaline as you couldn’t wait to see what prepared just for you.

And the kiss at the sleepover. The way he looked so beautiful in the dim light. The softness of his lips that you still think of from time to time to this day. The gently cuddles he gave you the next morning while eating your breakfast…

“I doubt we've been playing pretend this whole time,” you said in a small voice, taking a step towards him.

He took a step closer as well. “Have we not?”

“I don’t think so…”

Crash.

In the middle of the sidewalk, not a care in the world, you were kissing him once again.

“Sunghoon?”

The latter jumped up from his seat, straightening his posture as Jisung arrived at his front desk with a smile plastered on his face. “How can I help you, Mr. Han?”

“There is a last-minute appointment this morning with Miss Park Yoonchae.”

Sunghoon looked at Chris' agenda before frowning. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure,” he answered with a roll of his eyes. “She'll be here at 10, you can send her over right away.”

“Important meeting, I see?”

“Depends of the outcome.”

And as told to Sunghoon, the woman dressed from head to toe in designer clothes was standing before him at ten o’clock sharp. As he would always do, he argued a bit with Yoonchae as she was not marked in Chan's schedule. Nonetheless, he did let her through when receiving a deathly glare from Jisung across the room.

“Mr. Bang should review his front desk staff,” Yoonchae muttered under her breath before coming up to Jisung with her innocent eyes. “Hannie! It's been a while!”

“It has.”

“Is Christopher available right now?” she asked while the man was escorting her to the big boss' office.

“If it isn’t, it must be for an emergency. Otherwise, he’s here,” Jisung affirmed, opening the door wide for the girl to walk in.

Chan was there. Only, he was not alone. Not only was Changbin sitting comfortably across him, but so was Minho. Both of the men turned around at the sound of someone entering and frowned when they took notice of Yoonchae.

“Oh, it was today, wasn’t it?” Chan asked as if the answer was not obvious already. “Yoonchae, right?”

“The one and only,” she smiled, even if her displeasure was evident.

“I apologize for my unprofessionalism; I swear it was not intentional. I can see you next week, if that works for you.”

“No.”

“Oh, well-"

“I didn’t come here today for no reason,” she sighed out, walking up to his desk. “I have an offer.”

“Miss, we're kind of in the middle of-" Changbin began but was quickly shut.

“I'm sure you can wait ten minutes or so.”

Chan and Minho exchanged looks before the latter nodded and gestured for his friend to follow him outside the room. Satisfied, Yoonchae smirked at the boys as she took their latest seats, sprawling her coat on the chair next to her. Jisung sent a thumbs up to Chan, and closed the door.

“What did you come here for?” Chan questioned in a forced way.

“Ad you may know, I have a very influential presence in the media.”

“I am aware; proof of it being the atrocious review you made of my wife and I's products.”

“I have millions of followers,” she went on to say, ignoring Chan’s remark. “Many of which could become potential customers of your brand.”

“What are you getting to?”

“I want to become an ambassador of Bahng Fragrances.”

The first reaction of Chan was to scoff out a laugh. There was no way the person who bashed on every beauty item she found would want to work with him. However, when her face remained unchanged, his own smile fell.

“You were serious.”

“Very serious.”

“I'm afraid I can’t do this.”

It was her turn to scoff. “Mr. Bahng, in all due respect, I think you have no choice.”

“My company's success does not rely on your reviews. An even better reason to refuse is the way you treated my wife.”

“I have nothing but respect for your relationship, but let’s be honest here. You are not actually together.”

Chan shook his head in disbelief. “How can you make such an assumption?”

“Because Jisung told me.”

In the split of a second, Chan froze in place. Either she was playing with him, or she was telling the truth.

“Jisung would never do that.”

“Oh, but I have text messages at hands to prove it. I can post them online whenever I please,” she giggled, holding her phone up high. “So? How about we work together, Mr. Bang?”

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yeyinde · 1 year

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My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️

You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.

Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else.

He's secondary even in his own life.

So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub.

He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side.

But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.

You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—

You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again.

It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.

He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him.

But you persist.

You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often.

Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love.

It breaks you a little.

You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment."

The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch?

(You ache at the thought.)

You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man.

Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens.

He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt.

He deserves the world and more—

"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."

—and you plan on showing him.

#soft john price #captain john price #john price #captain john price x you #captain john price x reader #john price x you #john price x reader #imagines #kindaaa????#this got away from me a little bit but god #this man is making me lose my mind

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pr41sethemoon · 10 months

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Stress Reliever | Jake Kiszka x Reader ☾

//: Heeeyy. This one is not an old one this time, yippee! Got a random burst of inspiration and this came about. Hopefully you enjoy it.

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Reader (college au)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings(s): 18+ ONLY SMUT Oral (F Rec), Hardly any plot here, so we’re jumping in head first. Just Jake trying to take care of his girl.

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Jake lets out a small huff as his eyes follow me, “Just relax.” He closes the textbook as he looks up at me.

I pace back and forth through the tiny dorm room as I cut out a few more notes to put onto this board. “Jake, I can’t, this project is due tomorrow.” Jake lays on my bed, smirking slightly to himself, shaking his head.

“I swear, you’re going to stress yourself to death. Death by school projects.” He throws a pencil at my project board.

The pencil bounces off the board and into my lap. I glare at Jake from the floor, throwing the pencil back at him, which makes him chuckle quietly. “Seriously though, take a break, you’ve been at this for 2 hours straight and I’m bored.”

I huff quietly as I continue to work on the project board for this music history class “Just…give me a few minutes.” I say softly as I apply some glue to the bibliography I’ve written on Joni Mitchell. “I’m almost finished.”

A huff fills the air “You said that an hour ago, twice.” Jake’s brows lower with a tinge of annoyance.

I look over at him with an apologetic look, but with a playful pout on my lips “It has to be perfect.” Fluttering my lashes up at him.

Jake only rolls his eyes as the corners of his lips curl, “Come here.” His voice is gentle as he reaches to tug me forward by the collar of my university crewneck. I crawl towards the end of the bed towards him, faces slightly close to one another, staring into those dark eyes that stare back into my eyes. His nose brushes again mine, “I didn’t come here to watch you work on that stupid project.” The both of us huff a quiet laugh at his comment.

“It’s gotta get done somehow.”

“Mm, maybe later though.” He tugs me upward and onto the bed. “You’re stressed, and I wanna be that stress reliever you need.” He gently pecks my lips before placing me onto my back.

I let out a groan that is laced with some playfulness, my hands find and cup his face as he hovers over me. He leans in to litter a few kisses onto my lips and cheeks. He moves down to my jaw and neck, pressing his warm lips to my skin. My eyes flutter closed, lashes kissing the tops of my red cheeks. My lips part to giggle quietly at the feeling of his lips on ticklish parts of my skin. He gives gentle nips to the sensitive skin, sending pulsing waves through me with ease.

“Jake.” I pant out quietly.

He hums, “Relax, baby”

He continues to prod my neck with kisses and gentle sucking, adding a bit of tongue to the mix. His warm tongue caresses the flesh, and I can’t help but let a soft moan slip from between my lips. He leans up on his knees, looking down at me as he tugs at my crewneck, pulling it over my head in a swift movement. Unclasping my bra, I shrug it off to help him. The smile on his lips is a tight one, eyes half-lidded. My belly churns with mere excitement like it’s the first time we’re doing this again. His hands grip the tight band on my leggings, pulling both the leggings and my panties down altogether.

Jake’s eyes rake over my exposed body. Examining and looking at me with such love and perfection. “So beautiful.” He mumbles quietly as he kisses my stomach. “So so beautiful.”

His hands reach up to find my breasts, giving them a squeeze. Softly massaging them as I coo in response. My back slightly arches off the mattress instinctively as I watch him, my brows lowered and all. Jake nips at the skin just above my mound. His dark eyes flutter open, looking up into mine.

“I’ve been craving you.” His voice is husky and low, he lowers himself to face my pussy. “I think I’ve been patient enough.”

His soft hands parting my legs, caress the backs of my thigh, pushing them up gently so he can get comfortable between them. I feel the heat in between my thighs, the anticipation of his sweet lips against my core sends ripples of excitement and pleasure through my body. Core aching for his tongue. It makes me squirm against the bed just at the thought of what’s going to happen next.

“Please.” I’m almost breathless, arching my hips to give him a good angle.

He hums with approval of my reaction to his touch, “You’re going to have my tongue baby, relax.”

With that, he gives a single generous stroke of his tongue between my wet folds. A gasp escaped from me. As many times as we’ve done this, I’m never prepared for it. My hips tremble, Jake rubs his thumbs over my hip bones to soothe me down. I moan, my eyes rolling in pleasure, causing them to shut tightly. Sinking my teeth into my plush bottom lip, my hand slowly snakes down between my legs, my fingers caress his brown locks.

He hums against me. The vibrations send a buzz straight to my core. Weakly, my fingers are in his hair, giving his scalp a gentle rub. He hums into me again; I can feel how the tip of his nose bumps into my sensitive clit.

“Jake, come on, baby.” I pant out in pleasure as he laps at me relentlessly.

He gets the message; his hands gently squeezing the backs of my thighs as he readjusts. I look down at him seeing the tinge of pink blush across his cheeks. He moved his lips to my clit to give it a gentle kiss before flicking it with the tip of his tongue a couple of times. His dark eyes look up to find mine.

The fucker and his teasing.

The smirk on his face, as he does this, makes my cheeks hot. I’m on my elbows now as I watch him. My lips press together, trembling as I hold back my moan, and my brows lower as I tug at his hair.

He chuckles breathlessly “I’m only teasing, sweet.” He rasps out before going back down to suck on the sensitive bud.

I tremble lightly, letting a soft cry as my head falls to one side. As Jake continues to lap and suck at my clit, I feel him sneak to fingers inside of me. Slowly, he pumps his fingers, finding his rhythm pretty quickly.

“Oooh.” My brows knit together at the sensation.

“Like that?” he asks breathlessly before going to flick his tongue against me.

I pant out “Just like that, yes, just like that.”

It's quiet, but I hear him let out a moan. His warm breath fans over my throbbing core. He likes seeing me unravel like this, nice and slow. It’s like a gift. As he continues to prod his fingers and suck the bundled nerves, the pads of his fingers stroke across that sweet spot.

I squeal out, letting out another soft cry as I look down at him weakly. My cheeks are completely red at this point. I move his head closer to me with my hand. Thrusting slowly, picking up his rhythm, I move in sync with the stroking of his fingers.

“More, Jake, more!” I sob out in pleasure, pulling at his soft locks.

It truly doesn’t take long for me to become a moaning mess. The only sounds that fill the room are my moans and him eating me out. Jake has moved my legs onto his shoulders. Delving deeper into my dripping pussy. His saliva and my arousal mixed with one another. Sweat has built up on my hairline. Head tilted back all the way with jaw slacked at this point. Watching as he eats me out like I’m his last meal, pussy throbbing even more at the thought. His moans – oh, his sweet moans - against me only heighten the feeling. Like music to my ears. Toes curling, back arched off the bed, his free hand squeezing my right thigh.

I feel that familiar feeling in my lower belly, heat building up and ready to be released. My hand squeezing the blanket beneath me while the other remains on the back of his head. I can hardly moan out, only sobs of euphoric pleasure on my end.

My body trembling, legs shaking around him, I know I can’t hold on any longer at this point. “J-Jake…please.” I let out a sob, “I-I can’t hold it anymore.”

This only makes him stroke my sweet spot with his fingers more, harder, and faster. This causes me to squirm and tremble even more. My hips picked up their pace, grinding on his tongue and fingers. Chasing for that climax. Hearing him whimper out “Let me have it, give it to me, sweetheart” is what sets me over the edge.

Letting out a choked-out sob; my body trembles on the bed as I let my sweet release wash over me. My eyes shut tightly and my head against the pillows. Jake holds my body down to soothe me. I can hear Jake let out a grunt, his brows pinched together as he’s lapping me up with his warm tongue. His grip on my thigh grows tighter as he takes me in, I respond with a tired moan. He gives one last stroke on my pussy giving it a kiss before giving my inner thighs a few nips. His teeth grazed the inside before slowly moving up my body.

“That’s it,” He purrs in between kissing parts of my trembling body. “That’s my girl.”

I’m slowly, but surely, calming down once I see his face. His hair was slightly ruffled, sweat at his hairline, face flushed pink. His chin slightly glistens evident that that’s my arousal on his mouth. I can’t help but chuckle weakly. He gives a sweet smile, “Have a taste.” He moves in for a kiss.

His tongue slips into my mouth, licking against mine. His hand holds the back of my head gently as our kiss deepens. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as we kiss. Once our kiss breaks, he lets go of my head. I let my head fall back into the pillows as I’m still hazy from my climax.

He nuzzles my jaw softly with his nose, “You alright?” Jake asks chuckling quietly, “Too much?” His tone is playful now.

I begin to chuckle, “Shut up, Jake.” Pushing him off me as we both chuckle.

“The way you were arching and crying out says otherwise.” He jokes.

I push him onto his back as I continue to laugh “You think you’re so funny, don’t you.” I say as I slowly climb on top of him.

He only smirks, putting his hands behind his head “Just a little.”

I nod “Right, right.” I pat him on his shoulder, he winces and goes to quickly rub it playfully “Your about to eat your words.” I say softly.

“Yeah?” He smiles more as his brows raise, “Sure you don’t have a project to finish?”

I can’t help but laugh and he laughs as well, “I’ll finish it later.” I say softly before giving him a kiss. "It's your turn."

Fin

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sugolara · 7 months

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𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Silence

She groaned as she sat up and let a yawn out. She had not realized a tear drop had fallen from her e/c eyes. She felt the tear tickle her and so she wiped the single tear with her thumb before wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

It was strange. Had she been crying in her sleep?

A look at her pillow and it was confirmed. She could see a part of it was wet, no doubt her tears staining it. She then tried to recall her dream that she had, yet she remembered nothing.

She could only make out a familiar voice before she woke up. Yes, it was indeed strange as this was the first time she has cried in her sleep since she was young.

And it didn't help that a headache had begun to form. She placed her hand on the right side of her head. For some reason, it almost didn't even feel like a headache. In fact the pain was so bad that she had to lie down for a couple minutes and hope that the pain would be a little less painful.

Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that time had gone fast as her mother worryingly came in to check on her.

Seeing her only child lying in bed with both hands on head had her extremely worried. She softly called to her daughter, "F/n, honey are you feeling alright? Do you feel sick?"

F/n grunted and sniffed, tears once again began to form on her waterline, "N-no, I'm okay. My head just hurts."

Her mother placed a hand on her chest feeling relieved, "It must be a side effect from your medication or a migraine from school stressing you out."

Her daughter just sniffed and closed her eyes. The pain seemed to be going away.

"Do you want to stay home? You've already missed an hour of school." Her mother noticed how messy her room was and picked up her school bag that was beside her feet.

A notebook fell out, but her mother picked it up and placed it in the school bag. She then looked at her daughter again, "F/n?"

"It's okay. I'm okay." The daughter wiped her tears and sat up, "I think I just need to take some pain meds."

Her mother smiled softly, her tired eyes crinkling, "Sure. I'll get that ready. Your father will be taking you to school so you don't miss any more time."

When her mother left, F/n got up and began to dress into her school uniform. She quickly ate a muffin that her mother baked and headed out the front door where her father waited for her in the car. Once the seatbelt clicked, her father backed out of the driveway and headed to U.A..

"Whatever happened to that Todoroki kid. I haven't seen him in months." Her father asked. "You two are still friends right?"

"We've been friends since forever and yet you still don't remember his name?" F/n smiled, "Do you have some vendetta against him?"

Her father sputtered as he turned right, "I do if he's planning on stealing you away!"

She whined, a small blush decorating her checks, "Dad..!"

Her father shook his index finger, "I see the way he looks at you. I used to look at your mother the same way and believe me, I know the signs!"

"Dad, knock it off." She crossed her arms, "We're friends and we want it to stay that way. Besides, why ruin the beautiful friendship we have?"

"Me and your mother had the sam-"

"Dad." She sternly looked at him.

"Okay, okay." He chuckled, "I'm only watching out for you. You're my only kid after all. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"And nothing won't." The school came into view and she grabbed her bag, "So stop worrying and stop asking morbid questions."

He once again chuckled as he stopped, "Understood. Have a nice day and behave. I'm watching."

She playfully rolled her eyes and got out of the car, "Aye, Aye, captain."

She strolled the hallways. It was eerily quiet. She could hear her footsteps and even her breathing. Everything felt so loud. She quickened her pace.

As she entered her classroom, everyone was in groups for their projects. Mr. Aizawa gave a brief glance at the girl before writing her name in the detention list, "You're late."

"I'm sorry, this won't happen again." She bowed.

He grunted and waved her off, "Just get in your group."

She nodded and headed to the back where her friends were at.

"So we all agree then?" Tenya wrote in his notebook, "Nothing about crime."

Ochaco puffed out some air and muttered "Lame."

"We just don't want to get in trouble." Shoto shrugged and noticed F/n, "Why are you late?"

"Being late is unprofessional! Make sure to arrive on time, F/n!" Tenya scolded her.

"It's not like she missed anything." Ochaco shrugged and then glanced at her, "But why are you late?"

F/n sat in between Ochaco and Shoto, "..I stayed up..watching movies."

Tenya adjusted his glasses, "As always."

Next to the navy-haired male, Izuku sat up as he looked at F/n. He noticed her eyes were a darker shade from her normal skin. It almost looked like she had been crying. This made the boy curious. What was it that she was crying about? Has someone hurt her or made her upset?

He didn't know, but he felt saddened for her as well as a bit mad. Who was it that hurt her? He wanted to say something but the conversation had already ended and they were back onto the project thinking of other ideas.

Some other time, he thought.

"What about a candy stall?" Ochaco then grinned, her eyes shining as she thought about another idea, "Oh! Or an ice cream stall!?"

"I heard Momo's group is already doing that." Shoto pointed out as he looked towards the raven-haired girl.

"So candy stall?" F/n suggested.

The group nodded, "Yeah."

"We'll also need uniforms." Tenya hummed, "Since it's candy, what color would go well with it?"

While the others thought about it, F/n glanced at Izuku as she felt like he had been quiet. She didn't want him to feel like he wasn't part of the group. The last thing she wanted was for someone to feel excluded, "What do you think, Izuku?"

His heart sped up as her attention was on him. It felt really good for her eyes to be on him yet he couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the thought, "Anything that you agree on should be perfect."

She smiled at that, "How about pink?"

"Pink?" Shoto and Tenya both said.

"We're talking about candy and I feel like pink fits it so well." She then added as she looked at Ochaco, "Plus, it's her favorite color. Last year we did mine."

The group agreed. As Tenya finished writing down notes, Shota rose from his seat and caught the attention of everyone, "Finding an idea shouldn't take too long so I imagine that everyone has already picked one."

"And if you haven't, too bad." He then turned around where a board was placed and began writing groups 4 times. He looked towards F/n's team, "Your idea."

She stood up, "A candy stall."

He wrote it down then looked at Katsuki's group, "Yours."

Mina stood up grinning proudly, "Spicy food stall!"

It was obvious that the idea was Katsuki's.

Shota then looked towards Momo's group. She stood up and presented their idea, "Ice cream stall."

"Aw man!" Tsuyu whined, "We had that one planned out."

Momo frowned, "Oh no, I'm sorry, if you'd like we can pick another idea."

Katsuki scoffed, "It's just a damn stall. Pick another frog face."

"That comment wasn't necessary, Katsuki." Mr. Aizawa let out a sigh, "Since the ice cream once isn't available, you'll have to pick another."

"A baking stall?" Rikidou proposed.

When his group agreed, Shota wrote on the board and then placed the chalk away, "Great, starting tomorrow we'll be building the stalls."

The bell rang and everyone began to grab their bags. Before they left Mr. Aizawa let out a final statement, "And remember to take this seriously, everyone else will be doing the same thing."

Everyone headed to their next class. They internally groaned as they would have math next.

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cricketnationrise · 3 months

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hello! :) THIS IS SO CUTE I CAN'T WAIT FOR A POSSIBLE CRICKET EXCLUSIVE!! because i am obsessed with u fr but that's common knowledge. <3

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time stamp: 2:23am

location: brownstone

character: alex/henry

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2:32am, brownstone

The brownstone is quiet when he returns, which is completely reasonable for just after two-thirty in the bloody morning.

It’s also immaculate, which is decidedly less so, especially considering the state of the place when Henry stomped out a few hours ago.

The hallway is clear of trip hazards, shoes neatly in the rack. The kitchen gleams in the range hood light; counters clear and wiped down, small appliances lined up as precisely as Buckingham guards. Peeking his head in the for-once dark office reveals two tidy desks, chairs pushed in, and both of their laptops plugged in and charging.

The den at the base of the stairs makes Henry pause. The stacks of books have been put away. The coasters on the coffee table have been relieved of their burdens of half-drunk tea cups and abandoned coffee mugs. In the dim light from the street lamps through the window, Henry can even see vacuum lines in the carpet. A second glance has Henry taking cautious steps inside.

There is one thing out of place after all.

On the couch, propped on a few of the numerous throw pillows Pez insisted upon, and tucked into the quilt Ellen sent them, is Alex. Like an anchor to the ocean floor, Henry is drawn into the room, and to Alex’s side.

He kneels between the coffee table and the couch near Alex’s head and just looks for a long moment. Alex clearly hasn’t been sleeping well. The couch is too short, even for Alex’s shorter frame, so his legs are tucked uncomfortably. His curls are more of a wild mess than normal, like he’s been tugging at them. Alex is gripping the quilt as tightly as he normally clutches Henry, and there’s deep furrows on his forehead.

Henry should let him sleep, probably—neither of them have been sleeping all that well. Increased paparazzi presence as Alex’s first semester of law school starts and Henry takes a more active role in the shelter has been stressful. But Henry can’t help but reach out and try to smooth those lines on his forehead. Something churning and tense settles inside him when his gentle touch has Alex’s eyes blinking open, a small smile on his face when he recognizes Henry..

“You came back.”

“Of course I did, love.”

Alex exhales messily, blinking back tears now. “I wasn’t sure— After earlier—”

Henry shushes him with a hand on his cheek. “I will always come back to you. Promised I was done being an obtuse fuckin’ asshole, didn’t I?”

“You still left, though,” Alex says.

It’s Henry’s turn to fight back tears. “I could hear myself sounding more and more like Philip at his worst. It scared me. I didn’t want to subject you to that, to even inadvertently use my knowledge of you as a weapon. So I left before words I didn’t actually mean could find their mark.” He sways forward, resting his forehead on Alex’s, needing to be closer. “You deserve more than sharply aimed words, especially when you haven’t done a thing wrong.”

“Hen…”

“I’m sorry Alex. I shouldn’t have— I knew it would be different once the paparazzi got wind of our plans, but I wasn’t prepared for how much more invasive they would feel. I’m having a hard time adjusting to life beyond Kensington’s thick walls and I started to take it out on you.”

Alex’s hand pulls on his shoulder. “C’mere.”

Henry climbs onto the couch and sprawls undignified on top of Alex, tucking his head into the crook of his neck. Alex’s hands, as ever, hold him steady, rubbing large circles across his back.

“There were two people in our fight, Henry. You aren’t the only one struggling. Or taking it out on the person he loves.” He presses a kiss to Henry’s temple. “I could hear echoes of my parents, but couldn’t figure out how to stop the word vomit. And that scared me—I never want you and I to be like them.”

Henry pulls his head back to meet his gaze fiercely. “Never.”

Alex smiles at his vehement tone, but it's got a rueful edge to it. “We’re gonna have to figure out how to talk about this stuff before it blows up in our faces again.”

“Not tonight, though?”

“Nah, not tonight.”

They’re quiet for a long moment, curled around each other on the couch, when a niggling thought finds its way past Henry’s lips.

“Alex?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you on the couch? Did you— Did you not want to be in our room?”

Alex holds him tighter. “I— You left and— So I was cleaning, and I did this room last, and when I was done there was no way stairs were happening, so I just collapsed here. I didn’t actually think I'd fall asleep, I don't usually when you aren’t right next to me.”

“So it wasn’t because you wanted space from me?”

“Fucking hell, baby. No, I never want space. I want the opposite of space from you. If I could figure out a way to crawl into your rib cage every night I would.”

“Oh.” The last bit of tension leaves Henry’s body at that and he relaxes fully on top of Alex.

“Yeah, oh.” Alex chuckles. “But, as nice as you feel on top of me, it’s late and this couch ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“You fit on it better than I do,” Henry can’t help but tease.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, I also have to pee so get up before I shove you off.”

Reluctantly, Henry stands and reaches down to help Alex up after him. Henry folds the quilt and hangs it over the back of the couch, smoothing the last wrinkles with his hand. When he straightens up, Alex is only halfway up the stairwell.

“Meet you in bed?” Alex whispers.

Henry climbs up to meet him. “Always, love.”

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riyva · 1 year

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'baby, we still have cookies, yeah?' | l.mk

pairings. mark lee x fem!reader genre. fluff, romance warnings. explicit content, minors don't interact, food play summary. you had a very tiring week and he wants to relieve your stress.

every single day is a headache because of the tasks your professors give non-stop, and almost all of it has the same deadline. you can't help to feel overwhelmed because of what's happening. you felt like doomsday is coming.

and here's mark, your cutie boyfriend. you always think that everything is getting more manageable when your with him. well, that's what love can do. yeah, do stupid things.

you're doing an assignment on the couch of your condo's living room, and you didn't notice mark already came from the university because you need to be more focused on your project.

"hey, bub! how's your day?" mark went to you as he sat down.

you stopped doing it, and you gave him a quick kiss. mark's ears and face immediately turned red as he felt the unexplainable feeling when you kissed him.

"it's a very stressful day." you said as you turned back to do your homework.

you glanced at him. "well, how about you?" and your eyes widened as you saw mark turn red.

your laugh filled the living room as you saw mark's reaction to the kiss.

mark shyly smiled, and he took the cushion to cover his face from embarrassment.

"god, baby. please don't laugh at me. it's just that you caught me off guard," he explained to revive himself from the embarrassment.

"yeah yeah, alright… i have a huge effect on you, i see," you said as you continued to shake your head while giggling.

my baby is so cute. you thought. well, he's is. you find him amusing and hot with his glasses on.

mark just stared at you as you continued doing your homework, but it distracted you.

you closed your laptop and notebook then you faced him again. mark tapped his lap, implying you to sit there.

as you sat down, mark gave you a warm hug, and you hugged him too. "i love you so much, bub."

"i love you too, my big baby."

you pulled away from the hug and smooched his face with your kisses, earning his soft moans and giggles. you removed his glasses, and he captured your lips. lips making a sound, tongues fighting, gripping each other's hair, and that's how your little make-out went. you moved slightly and stopped as you felt a budge under his pants. he's s hard as a rock.

"oh god! s-sorry, bub… it's just that you're so hot as hell." mark apologized.

you let out a small laugh. "no, baby. it's okay; you're hot too.

you whispered to his ear. "do you want me to?"

mark immediately said, "no.. no need, baby."

"you sure? but i want to give you a sweet treat."

"i-i think we c-can d-do that next t-time." he shyly said.

deep breaths surround the room. the sexual tension between you two is roaring high. no one wanted to speak as you stared at each other's lips. mark wants to capture your lips again, but he keeps himself from doing so.

he gripped your hips that made your senses back.

you squished his cheeks. "gosh, you're so cute markie!!"

you kissed him one last time before getting off to his lap. "c'mon, let's bake cookies."

well, yes, maybe you both need to bake to loosen up the tension

"baby, you gonna stay for the night?" you asked after you left the bathroom.

mark was lying on his back and playing a game. "hmm.. i guess not. why do you want me to stay here?"

you sat on the vanity mirror to blow dry your hair. "well, only if you want to."

mark sat up and stopped playing the game; he stared at you with something in his eyes.

you saw him in the mirror. "hey, why are you looking at me like that?" you asked nervously. what the hell is he up to?

"like what?" he teased.

"like a predator ready to pounce his prey."

"well, i think i need to relieve some of your stress." mark went to your back and kissed your nape. you arched your neck as you gave him more access. "right, baby?" your soft moans made his thing twitch from his pants.

he made you stand up and he captured your lips. your body burned as his hand roamed to your body, earning moans. you yelped when he carried you to the vanity mirror. your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and the sensation of his bulge on your naked feminine made you swoon. since you're just wearing a robe, it is much easier for mark to roam his hands.

he untied your robe, and his kisses went to your collarbone, down to your chest. his hands palmed your boob while he was latching with another one. suck and lick and suck and lick, again and again. he also went to your other boob to give it the same attention.

"oh, fuck baby!"

your hands gripped his hair and drew his head closer to your chest. you arched your back for pleasure. you felt that you could cum while he's latching on you. he carries you to the bed after bathing your chest with kisses and tongue.

he removed your robe. he kissed your forehead, nose, lips, chest, and all the way down to your femininity. but before he devours your pussy, he remembers the cookies you baked.

he looked up. "baby, we still have cookies, yeah?"

you gave him a questioning look before nodding. "yeah, why?"

he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "great. i'm gonna get some cookies, baby." then, he got up.

you sat up. "w-wait, what? why?"

before he open the doorknob, he replied. "will try it on you, and please lay on your back."

the moment that he went out, you screamed at him. "no, babe! we're going to attract the ants!" and he laughed. as if i would let that happen.

when he came back, you're still lying on your back. he smiled devilishly as he crawled over you.

"make sure we'll clean up after, yeah?"

"yes, baby. we'll do."

"stop talking and continue to ravish me, please."

"yes, miss ma'am"

you actually like it when he calls you that. it somehow adds to your heat, and it's addicting, especially when it's coming from his mouth.

he positioned himself on top of you. he grabbed the cookies and crushed them around your nipples, down to your belly. he dipped his head to lick and eat the cookies in you. "the cookies taste so good, baby, right?"

"yes, they do." you breathlessly replied.

mark continued to clean you so well. and now into his final destination, your pinkish-shaved and throbbing pussy wanting his attention.

"baby." he called you.

"hmm?"

"give me your hand." he crushed two cookies in your palm.

"now, baby. i want you to rub it on your pussy." you did.

you moaned as you used the cookies to massage your clit. it provides a particular delight. you didn't know that mark likes messing with food on you.

"so good, yeah?" you nodded. "now, baby. let me clean it for you."

he removed your hand, and he devoured your pussy. it became more addicting to him because you taste so good even with the cookies. imagine mixing your juices with the cookies; it's a perfect combination for him. he licked, sucked, and fingered continuously until you reached your high.

he changed his position. he filled you to the brim, and arched your back over the flood of pleasure. his tip touching your sweet spot. "like this, miss ma'am?" you nod dumbly as he fucks the hell out of you. you felt so full, and everything touched its place. he thought that you were coming, so he thrust faster and faster. he touched your clit for more pressure.

"f-fuck!! it's too much, baby!" you screamed as your head fell on the side of the bed because of the over-stimulation. you clench your insides as your high is about to come earning a groan from him. "fuck!" his head falls back, and his eyes shut closed.

he continued to thrust in you like a madman, but he stopped. he removed his dick from your pussy, and you cursed him out.

"why the fuck did you stop?" i was about to come. no, we're about to cum.

when the hell did he learn how to do the edging? you thought. well, you liked it.

you didn't get a reply; instead, he flips you from your back, elevated ass, and head down on the mattress. before you even protest, you moaned as he shoved his dick to yours.

"you're so big, fuck."

"yeah? you're so warm and tight."

his eyes went down to see your connected bodies. he's amazed how your tight little cunt took him all. it helped to increase his libido more. he spanked your ass and you whimpered from pain and pleasure.

"god, you're perfectly made for me. yeah?" you nodded. "yes, only for you."

"baby. you have a lovely face, pretty moans, a glass hour body, and a very perfect hole for me." everything is perfect.

"yes, baby. oh fucking fuck! yeah, like that."

your boyfriend is still wearing his glasses while fucking you. he's so fucking hot—by this, your walls clenched again. he grabbed your hair as he angled himself more while his other hand circled your clit.

after a few hard thrusts, you squirted, but he didn't stop thrusting until he painted your walls with his white cum. your legs shake as you fall on the bed; he falls on your back, and deep breaths fill the room.

"baby, you're so heavy." you tapped his back, signaling him to move.

as he got off the top of you, you moaned as your cums gushed. mark scooped it using his two fingers, then pushed it back inside you.

you moaned and giggled a little. "you have a breeding kink, huh?" because it's typical of him. whenever you're doing it, he spurt it on you, not in you.

mark just laughed. "c'mon, baby. i'll prepare the tub."

"honestly, it feels so good." you added.

once mark filled the tub with warm water, he went to carry you to the tub. at first, you don't want it because you're tired, but you need it, so you do.

the warm water submerged your body when he put you on the tub. you close your eyes because it's relaxing.

"markie, can you join me here?"

you didn't get a reply instead, you felt his hands on your hair. you smiled. he's shampooing you.

"stay still, baby, while i clean your hair." you nodded like a little girl. oh god, you love this side of him. taking care of you every single time.

"sorry, if i'm too rough earlier," he whispered enough for you to hear.

you turned to him, and you disagreed. "no, baby. it was good! no need to blame yourself. gladly you have a big d-di…" he didn't let you finish your sentence because he just kissed you to stop teasing him. what can you do? he has a big heart and a big d-.

"stop, you're making me shy."

"now, your baby and softie side is back."

"i know, baby. i'm only bad when it comes to bed."

a few minutes later, he tucked you on the bed. "you better stay, markie." he agreed. you scoot over to give him enough space. you both spent the night cuddling and telling how much you love each other. how thankful you are being with him & he's lucky that he met a beautiful girl like you. he also asked you what kind of future do you want to have with him.

i'm fucking in love with this man, damn.

he didn't know you were plotting something tomorrow morning—you have to give him a nice treat, right?

#riyva #nct smut #mark lee smut #mark lee #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct mark #mark x reader #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream x reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #mark lee x y/n #kpop imagines #mark lee imagines

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Chapter Three: Closer

pairing: toji x afab reader (used y/n in the fic)

content: jjk college au, fluff, a lot more suggestive in this one (think 30%)

mostly proofread!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter four | chapter five

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as the weeks went by, you gradually got closer to Shoko, Utahime and the boys, hanging out at each others’ dorm rooms for games and drinks, meeting to study gossip at the library or nearby cafes, karaoking past midnight and more - you gradually felt less like an outsider.

your friendship with Toji blossomed slower than the others, almost as if he was trying to keep a distance between the both of you for fear of overstepping some sort of boundary. you didn’t want to push further. being the quietest in the group, he contributed with his little facial expressions and small laughs, never saying more than ten sentences at a time, which you found more endearing the more you interacted with him. it helped that you had a weekly class together, which gave you more chances to get close. during every conversation, you saw how he would gaze at you intently as you spoke and listen to every word you said. whenever your eyes met, you felt like he was the only person in the room.

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“so y/n, what’s your body count?”

“like how many people i’ve murked?”

“girl…” Shoko rolled her eyes. “how many people have you slept with?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you as you gave her a forced smile and took a big gulp of your beer.

“ooooh we hardly hear anything about your relationships, y/n!” Satoru egged you on as Suguru nodded - even Choso, Kento and Ryomen looked interested as they tilted their heads towards you. Toji’s eyes shifted up to you too - briefly - before he went back to twiddling with his beer bottle.

you cleared your throat.

“one. okay, i will now field questions,” you sighed and gestured to the group.

a barrage of questions and comments came tumbling in and you felt embarrassed yet weirdly excited to be at the center of attention.

“who was it? was it your ex? tell us more about him! why did you guys break up? was he any good in bed? is he in this school? do we know him? damn, do you want us to hook you up with someone? fucking’s a great stress reliever, you know!” you downed your beer and got up to get another one from the fridge.

“yes, he was my ex from high school. no, i will not tell you who he is. yes, he’s in this school and no, i don’t think you know him, your social circles are totally different!" was this a press conference?

“we broke up because he cheated on me," you continued, "and no, he was terrible in bed. i never came once in the two years we dated. only had myself to count on…” you trailed off, the feeling of being played rushing back to you after a year of trying to get over it. another gulp of beer. “and no thanks, i don’t need any hook-ups right now!” you laughed nervously as you tried to ease the tension in the air. “i’m over it, guys - stop looking at me like that!”

“you best believe we’re gonna bring you to more parties, y/n - you need to get LAID,” Satoru cheekily nudged you, causing the rest to chuckle. Ryomen walked past you for another beer, tilting his head down towards your face. “i'm sure i could make you feel good, y/n. just let me know. what are friends for, right?” you blushed and pushed him away, chuckling at his brazen offer as he smirked. as you turned back to the table, you swore you could’ve seen Toji’s jaw clench for a briefly.

–

the next few days went about as usual, and you were hanging out with Toji, Shoko, Utahime and Choso in between classes at the campus garden. “y/n, wanna get a coffee before the next class?” asked Utahime. “sure! how about you guys go ahead and get the drinks first? i need to discuss something with Toji real quick,” you replied.

the trio headed off as you finalized some details of your report with Toji; you were pleasantly surprised at how he was such a cooperative partner for your project, given how you heard from Suguru that he tended to be absent from project work due to his intensive boxing trainings and match preparations. you wondered if he was like this for all his courses this term.

“thanks for all your help so far! i think we’re gonna do really well for this,” you chirped, giving him a bright smile as you packed your things. “thank you for being a great partner,” he smiled softly, causing a slight blush to form over your cheeks.

you walked towards the next building together slowly, almost as if you both were trying to prolong the time you had to yourselves. you looked around the garden, admiring the huge trees and soaking in the suns rays, feeling the light breeze in the air and appreciating the pretty flowers in bloom… until your eyes fell on him and your heart dropped to your stomach. you stopped in your tracks and Toji turned to face you, looking slightly concerned.

“what’s wrong?”

your mouth opened to speak but no words came out. your ex was right there, kissing the girl he cheated on you with. “it’s nothing, it’s just my ex,” you managed to squeeze out a reply and shifted your gaze to the ground. Toji looked in his direction and back at you.

“thought you were over it.”

you let out a small laugh, “i'm supposed to be.”

Toji gave you a slight frown, unhappy that just the sight of this jerk brought back painful memories.

he paused for a moment.

“y/n, do you trust me?”

“hmm?”

“do you trust me?” he repeated, his gaze unwavering.

“y-yeah, why-”

before you could register anything, he grabbed your waist with one hand and your neck with the other, crashing his lips onto yours in a deep, passionate kiss. his lips deftly moved against yours, causing you to melt into it and naturally open your mouth slightly, his tongue trailing lightly on your teeth and tongue. you did the same to him, mindlessly grabbing his shirt with both hands, pulling him closer to you as you got more and more lost in it, even letting out a soft moan as his tongue went deeper. you didn’t notice Toji opening his eyes to meet your ex’s and smirking at him before closing his eyes and deepening the kiss with you. your ex’s face burned and he quickly left the garden with his girlfriend.

after what felt like forever, Toji pulled away from you and you stared back at him, pupils dilated, lips shiny and slightly swollen. he took in your face slowly, hands still on your neck and the small of your back, noticing your pretty eyes fluttering at him, your cheeks as pink as the surrounding flowers. you felt dizzy from the kiss and the fact that his big, warm hands felt so good on your body.

he swiped your bottom lip and mumbled, “now when you see him, you’ll think of this instead.”

he let go of you and walked off as if nothing happened, leaving you standing in the garden wondering how the hell things could go back to normal between the both of you.

#jjk fluff #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Could you write something just soft for Bob as he helps the reader get through something crazy stressful? Like their masters thesis or something?

𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

You're usually much better at handling life's punches.

Really, you are.

You kind of have to be--with a job as high stakes as yours plus school plus having a boyfriend that's flying F-18s all day, you have basically adapted to a high-resting blood pressure and ridiculous BPM.

It's silly that this is what's gonna take you down--something you thought would be joyous and easy and stress-relieving actually. But this puzzle is proving to be impossible (and to be fair, the box did fairly warn you of this--you just figured most puzzlers were chumps) and you can actually feel your blood pressure rising as you slump over the kitchen table.

It's past midnight--like well, well past midnight. You started this just after dinner, hoping to treat yourself to a little brain-stimulating fun after your homework was finished. But now you can't let yourself go to bed because you barely even have all the edge pieces laid out and you're worried that if you get up now, you'll never resume the project. You do not like to quit--not even on puzzles.

Bob definitely knows this. That's why he was a bit apprehensive when you broke out the puzzle after dinner. You're the smartest person he's ever met--the hardest worker, too--but that puzzle genuinely looks impossible. Bob's almost entirely sure that Einstein couldn't even figure it out. But who was he to stop you? He knew that you were only trying to relieve some of the stress you perpetually felt.

So that's why he's sitting here across the kitchen table from you now. It's so late that he won't even look at the clock, which he knows would just upset him. He's nursing another mug of coffee and his eyes are drooping and really, he just wants to go to bed. But he only wants to go to bed if you go with him and he knows that you won't give in that easily.

"Is that a corner piece?" Bob asks softly, lazily pointing to one of the many small and identical cardboard pieces.

You just shake your head.

"How about that?" He's kind of just pointing randomly now, yawning every few minutes, rubbing his eyes. Even if he wasn't dead-tired, he wouldn't be able to diversify the puzzle pieces anyway.

"No, sweetheart," you say quietly, biting down on your thumbnail. "Why don't you go to bed, Bobby? You've been up for ages," you tell him, not meeting his baby blues.

He just shakes his head, yawning again.

"No man left behind," he mutters, finishing his mug. "By the way, we've gotta find a new coffee brand. This is just not working."

"It's decaf," you tell him absently, sifting through a few pieces.

His mouth falls open slightly. He's had four cups.

"Why do we even have decaf coffee?" He asks, sighing.

"Glutton for punishment, I guess," you listlessly respond. You're not even smiling.

You're so tired that all the already seemingly identical puzzle pieces are melting into each other. You know you should just go to bed--that you should just retire and give in and not finish. But it genuinely makes your chest feel like there's a gaping hole ripped out of it when you even consider giving up.

Bob's quietly observing you now, spine straightening as he takes in your pinched features. You're washed in the yellow light of the overhead lighting fixture, your skin still stained from yesterday's makeup because you refused to even get up to wash your face. You're concentrating comically hard with your eyebrows furrowed and your glossy eyes narrowed--he's fairly certain your tongue is about to poke out.

He knows you--he knows you're not a quitter. Really, he knew better than to let you break out a puzzle so late in the evening, but you were so excited and Bob would do anything to see that grin light up your face. But he's regretting it now as he watches this puzzle break your spirit like nothing else ever has.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Bob takes a deep breath, ignoring the trembling in his hands, and takes another look at your pain stricken face. He just wants you to rest and he knows that won't happen until he does the unthinkable.

You're none the wiser about Bob's plan as you continue your assault on your soggy thumbnail, adjusting in your seat in your jeans, wishing you had it in you to even change out of your day clothes and into something more comfortable. Luckily, most of your body parts went numb a few hours anyway.

"Well," Bob breathes, setting his empty coffee cup on the kitchen table and stretching dramatically, "I suppose it's time for this old man to retire."

You hardly even look up. You just nod, sifting through the pieces again.

So far so good. Bob takes a deep breath to ready himself and then abruptly stands; he stands so suddenly and so abrasively that his body collides with the kitchen table. And dammit if the two of you cheaped out with an IKEA table--one basically light as a feather--that shifts around if you just look at it wrong. So having your unreasonably strong boyfriend throw all the weight of his body against it sends it rearing on two legs--it's just enough of a nudge to make the entire puzzle go flying onto the kitchen tile.

The noise that falls out of your mouth is something between a horrified gasp and a strangled scream. All your hard work--which, to be fair, didn't have much to show for--is sitting on the floor in individual pieces.

"Oh no," Bob sighs, ignoring the pain of guilt in his chest. He has to keep reminding himself that this is for your own good. Even if it hurts now, this is what needed to happen. "Sweetheart--jeez, I'm just such a klutz and I'm basically half-asleep over here. Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."

He's really selling it if we does say so himself, pulling his brows together earnestly and reaching out to put an apologetic hand on your shoulder.

You're too shocked for words.

For just one moment, he's worried that he's actually hurt your feelings or genuinely angered you. Your mouth is agape and your tired eyes are wide and staring at the floor.

But then suddenly, your shoulders slump. You look up at your boyfriend, wetting your lips slightly. He's looking down at you with a smile tugging at his lips, with sand in the corners of his eyes. Poor thing--you've kept him up well past his bedtime.

"I'm free," you breathe, shaking your head in disbelief.

You know just a well as he does that it was his only option--the only way you would ever give in and go to bed tonight. And suddenly, you're grinning.

Bob laughs--it's a noise that livens up your dim kitchen and the puzzle pieces on the ground. And then he squeezes your shoulder softly, nodding towards the bedroom.

"Let's wash that pretty face," Bob smiles softly, letting the knuckle of his index finger glide over your cheekbone.

There's a very soft feeling in your belly as you lean into his touch, nuzzling yourself against his hand until he succumbs to cupping your cheek. You press a few half-lipped kisses to his palm and sigh in contentment, already feeling your pulse lessen.

Lulled to such a state of peace by your willingness to finally go to bed, Bob allows himself the pleasure of closing his eyes and humming. You're leaning against his hand sweetly and the evil puzzle has been disposed of and you two can finally just go to bed.

"Bobby?" You whisper.

Bob hums in response, peering down at you from his lashes.

"I can't feel my legs," you tell him. "Can I hitch a ride?"

He breathes out a laugh, chest tightening when you grin sheepishly up at him. Wordlessly, he opens his arms for you and braces himself as a blush spreads across your cheeks and chest.

"Your chariot awaits," he tells you.

here is my tag list!!

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛!

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I have a general art-related question, if that's okay. I admire how _quickly_ you seem to be able to produce art -- whenever someone sends you a character-based ask, you seem to always answer it with a nice little picture (not just a scribble or something) with lineart and often colouring too! Do you have any advice for acquiring art stamina like that? I used to enjoy drawing, but got burnt out on it because every piece felt like so much WORK and it drained the enjoyment for me. I absolutely could not match the output you do!

Thanks for the compliment, lensman! Your drawings are equally cool too! I'm engrossed in the textures especially. And yes, sometimes I’m even amazed by the many asks I’m able to answer in a single week. Usually, I answer them within 3 days, in rare occasions, it may take me 2 weeks or so to answer them.

As for insights, there you go.

#1: Practice is the key. To not get art block, you need to be constantly practicing, like doing scribbles on your sketchbook when you have time. It can be anything, from basic shapes to “whatever you can spy with your little eye”. Also, improve your speed while doing it, and limit your time to finish an acceptable rough draft, so you won’t lose the motivation to finish the entire drawing.

#2: Mastery. READ THE MANUAL AND INSTRUCTION of whatever platform you are using to make art, and master the tools, so you won’t drag on too long on a single project. Personally, I use a mixture of Procreate and ibisPaint X to make art and comics. And the skills don’t come for free, you need to constantly learn new features in order to keep up the pace and limit the time you spend on each project. Honestly, I think I spend more time on Youtube, Pinterest, and Instagram scavenging art tips and resources than doing other things with them. The result is rather rewarding, the knowledge I gained about the color wheel, anatomy, and platform features like multiply and overlay are really helpful.

#3: Reference. I always have available anatomy or art references on my side, usually from Pinterest, so I don’t need to waste time speculating what the result would look like. I also collect references I’m interested in whenever I have time, so I’m well prepared whenever I want to start a new project.

If you want to check it out, this is the cover I made for Foley’s playlist, which I finished within 3 hours.

#4: Motivation. You need to truly enjoy the process of producing art in order to not get an art block. I think I never get a single art block period so far. Why? It’s the only way I get to relieve my anxiety. College can be really harsh sometimes, I have a really small social circle, and on top of that I need to deal with stress which most of my peers don’t even need to worry about, like managing an apartment, doing accounting on my own, taking care of electric bills, and more. What’s worse is that people can be massive suckers sometimes, and I just turned 18 a few months ago. I know I can’t just throw a tantrum or jump off a building whenever I feel stressed, so I just move on and focus my attention on doing better in art. If people want to insult me, I just insult them back with my talent.

Also, I mentioned this in my reblog to your Skibidi Toilet anniversary post. My parents don’t approve of me doing art like this, because it’s “unrealistic” and basically “useless”, I just want some space where I can express my creativity. Ironically, defiance can be a motivation sometimes.

Plus, I just purely enjoy the feeling of sitting in my room, listening to my favorite playlist, and sipping on a cup of hazelnut matcha, while doing art. And I always, ALWAYS appreciate people putting comments in their reblogs, it’s like an accomplishment, and it shows that people really check out my content and READ IT, instead of “wow, cool art”.

If I don't feel like doing art, I'll just go for a 5 miles run instead. Physical health is still important : }

#Ask #lensman-arms-race #Art advice

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flicklikesstuff · 2 months

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Can we see more of your RFTS AU? Does your Starboy have a name?

EEEEEEE!!!!! CONGRATS!! You’re my first ever ask! 🎖️💖

And I’d love to!

(I’m just so busy irl but I’m never abandoning this passion project of mine just so y’all know)

1.) I’m going to leave some details out for spoilers but here’s the gist!

Asha:

Design/Backstory:

- Asha has amber eyes with a North African purple and white colour scheme that contrasts Star’s.

- She just turned 18 a few months prior to the story.

- She grew up as a servant to the king and queen to owe up to Magnifico’s generous request to have her and her mom to stay at the castle’s spare rooms after a “fiery incident” took her house and father’s life away.

- Thus, she has a muscular build from all the experience she had running errands for them.

- Sabino is not her blood-related grandpa in this AU. He used to be the prev king’s and Magnifico’s royal advisor before retiring at an old age. He used to be close friends with Asha’s father. (I’m debating whether I should make Tomás the king’s prev assistant.) In a way, Asha still views Sabino as family.

RFTS! Asha’s design is basically inspired by my fav concept art of her <3

Personality:

(Asha’s main arc is that in order to ‘reach for the stars,’ she must first learn to trust in her capabilities and decisions. Because every single person has great potential that grows the more you have faith in yourself :)))

She develops from being an insecure servant girl to an admirable leader.)

- She’s TERRIBLE at organising her thoughts into words when she’s nervous. She finds it easier to sketch positive and negative things that she can’t say out loud into her sketchbook and vents there often.

- Asha is a daydreamer. (I plan on having her daydreaming sequences in 2D while when she snaps back to reality, the story goes back to 3D.). She likes imagining and drawing about her dreams and desires. It’s an escape from life and a stress-reliever

- She makes a bunch of promises to herself and others but often finds herself chickening out, afraid and unsure on how to take direction. (It’s a subversion of the brave princesses we had. Besides, I think we can all relate to this at some point, right?)

- At the same time, Asha beats herself up for still feeling afraid.

- She’s very observant with her surroundings. It’s why she manages to find something was off in the castle and catch on if people are hiding something

- Highly empathetic, allowing her to form deep bonds with people who struggle with verbal communication. She finds it easy to sympathise and is slow to anger and pointing fingers.

- She remembers limited sign language for being childhood friends with Dario, who is hard of hearing in this AU. But now, it’s been a while and is kinda rusty with it.

- Asha struggles in appreciating small things around her, believing that the prize at the end and achieving the wish is the thing most worth it. Initially believing it’s the only way people can be truly happy. If a wish isn’t granted, then what?

- Very creative, witty and quick on her feet.

- Tends to be indecisive due to the initial habit of being a people-pleaser, fears making a mistake, and due to having grown up where most decisions are already made for her (as a servant of the king and queen). She is insecure about her own capabilities.

- Can be playful at times and can take a joke/prank. (often with Valentino, who she adopted after his mother abandoned him from being born sick.)

……….

Star:

Design/Backstory:

- Tan skin colour with freckles across his face. Has wide hazel eyes. (Blue to brown, reminiscent of the sky)

- He’s 22 yrs old. Wishing stars don’t age physically but they still age mentally the same rate as humans.

- His hair looks like it’s made of stardust and it constantly has sparkles flying off it like sparks from a fire. The back of his hair is black like space. (I’ve show it already but it’s basically this:)

- His colour scheme is black and yellow in contrast to Asha’s. He wears a capelet and a cape that’s black on the outside and yellow sparkles under it. When he flies super fast, his cape looks like the tail of a shooting star.

- Light dims when upset and glows brightly whenever he’s happy. Sometimes, he glows red when he’s angry (Ref to Ray and Tinkerbell)

- Mute/Nonverbal. Communicates through sign language, light manipulation, animating sketches in Asha’s book, and drawing in air with stardust.

- He shapeshifts by rearranging the stardust that makes him up. This also means he could change his clothes very easily. In his numerous forms, the most notable thing is that there always has to be a star shape somewhere.

- He’s a young wishing star in the sky that was captured by King Magnifico to use his magic as a power source. He’s been kept locked up for nearly a decade until Asha freed him. However, on his wrists are green bands, similar to what the Genie in ‘Aladdin’ has. It’s the spell casted on him for extra measure to make him unable to return home or stray far from Rosas.

Personality:

(Due to being under Magnifico’s cruelty for a while, Star mistrusts humans and initially wonders constantly if they have ulterior motives. Srsly, the only thing he wants to do is go home to the sky and never go back down again.

But his arc over the story has him discovering how similar humans are to stars. How they shine a light and inspire one another to do great things. And most amazingly, with no magic! Over the story, Star reawakens his wonder of this beautiful world.)

- Wishing stars like him are the only creatures that have Wish magic. An unpredictable magic that not even the best astrologists and researchers know its limits. The way it works is that Star connects with a wish essence first, and then the passion and faith the person has with that wish determines the power and how long-lasting his help would be. It’s up to the wishing star then to decide their own unique method of granting that wish.

(It’s like training wheels. It would help guide you and then goes away once you get the hang of reaching your wish on your own.)

- A heart of gold who can’t resist saying no to a desperate face for long. While hesitant at first, he’ll slowly soften up. He’s actually a very sweet guy who loves making people happy under that defensive mask.

- Overly cautious and paranoid at first (like Rapunzel when she first got out the tower) but his wonder gets the better of him eventually.

- Greatly fears Magnifico to a high extent.

- Claustrophobic asf. The look he gave Asha when she proposed the idea for him to hide in her satchel while travelling through the kingdom was almost personal.

(It’s funny to think his initial dynamic with Asha is somewhat similar to Moana and Maui. Well…Not completely.

Basically, the only way for him to return home to the sky was return to the castle (which he JUST escaped-), find the artifact that casted the spell on him and break it, then he’s free. Though, Asha asked a favour that FIRST, he helps her find a way to free a few wishes first.

Honestly, this is frustratingly the best she could compromise with him because he’ll stubbornly refuse anything that involves direct confrontation with Mag. Asha secretly hopes she could change his mind on the way.

And because of that dread of going back anywhere near Magnifico again, Star would “accidentally” stall their journey there, which annoys Asha.)

- STUBBORN. Asha would tease him at times that he’s getting attached to Earth things and he’ll deny it because “Nooooooo~ I don’t. I am going straight back to the sky and that’s it.”

- Star would annoy or make fun of people harmlessly to express his frustrations with them. (He gets creative with his shape-shifting forms)

- Wish magic is unpredictable. So whenever he’s feeling highly emotional, like highly excited, scared, mad, or depressed, things happen out of his control. A rock turns into a giant orange pumpkin or a mushroom grows to 10x its original size.

- Impatient and gets distracted easily

- Star initially avoids touch at all times because of his mistrust in humans. He flinches at sudden advances. But progressively gets really affectionate as he learns to trust in certain people. That not all humans are selfish after all.

- Feels under-appreciated at times but doesn’t let it show. (A parallel to Magnifico who also feels under-appreciated. But instead of being vengeful, Star chooses to keep making others happy)

- Basically the entire embodiment of the therapist friend. (He keeps his issues to himself to avoid bothering others because “that’s not what stars dooo.”)

- He’s irritated that his inability to speak is misinterpreted as “stubbornness, uncooperativeness, and childishness.”

- This is AFTER he lets his defensive mask crumble down. Star finds appreciation and the beauty in the smallest and seemingly insignificant things, which he often brings to show Asha and his friends. (He’s the type to collect trinkets like Ariel.)

………….

Magnifico/Magnus:

Design/Backstory:

- Most of his design is summed up in this sheet I drew

- Magnifico is 38 yrs old

- His clothing is still white but with blue-ish patterns like the wishes he keeps stored away. Why is he storing those wishes? Let’s just say he and his wife have a big plan for Rosas’ 100th anniversary the coming month. ;)

- Mf has greying hair from all that stress

- I’m still keeping the backstory of him watching his village get destroyed as a young kid. Magnus was one of the few survivors who left the village alive on boat. They retreated to Rosas, where it held its reputation of being the most welcoming kingdom with each king being a grand sorcerer that serves his people. (So Rosas wasn’t built by Mag. It’s an already established kingdom)

- Being an orphan who had to turn to stealing to live, Magnus came across King Oliver, the prev king of Rosas. Feeling sorry for the boy, and having his wife and heir die from childbirth, he adopted him as Prince Magnifico. The name change representing a start to a new life.

- I want to make Mag’s backstory a subversion of the trope where the “MC rebels against their parent figure and is able to prove in the end that they are independent enough and their parent finally sees their POV and supports their child from then on.”

Growing up, King Oliver was admittedly not the best parent and was unintentionally dismissive in Mag’s trauma. “What’s past is past and sometimes it’s best to forget and move on.” Mag was enraged because he LOVED his original family and home and didn’t want to JUST forget.

- Mag fell in love with Amaya in the typical “Royalty x Commoner in the woods” fashion. But even then, King Oliver didn’t approve that. Not because Amaya’s a commoner, but because she’s a criminal who has intentionally broken Rosas’ magic safety restrictions for her alchemist experiments. This added more fuel to Mag’s hatred of him, of course. (Like damn, I wonder if Mag had anything to do with him passing away-)

- “After all, a king can do whatever he wants with his kingdom. Isn’t that right, father…? You did want me so desperately to be a good king…” (A quote that’s sort of a Scar ref?? Idk)

- Mag feels like he deserves the power due to his tragic past. He’s so sure that as king, he decides what everyone deserves. He feels like the world owes him for what happened.

And he will give the world and all those ungrateful brats, especially his dear adoptive father, what they deserve on Rosas’ 100th Anniversary. The day he shapes Rosas into the perfect land that he and Amaya were denied from. And after Rosas, the rest of the kingdoms will follow.

- He’s a vengeful spiky ball who thinks he deserves the credit for any problem he “solves.” Has Hero syndrome.

Personality:

- Psychopathic: Entitled, arrogant and impulsive

- Magnifico craves excitement and rewards. He smiles at the slightest compliment and gets a little bashful with flirts.

-He definitely runs his hands through his hair and plays with his cape as stress-relievers.

- Anger Issues. Yep.

- Superficially charming towards people as a manipulative tactic. Though it’s easier to break his facade compared to Amaya because of his temper.

- Remember when I said he’s almost similar to Lotso in Toy Story 3? I’m not giving too much details but do whatever with that knowledge.

- He genuinely believes and hates the Wishing Stars for ignoring his pleas as a child on the night he lost everything. It’s why he’s so harsh with Star himself.

………

Amaya:

In all honesty, I have not finished the queen’s redesign much. Oof- 😭

Here are some brainstorms I have with her though:

- Amaya is 37

- She aids Magnifico with spying and starting accidental tragedies.

- She’s usually in charge of the servants in the castle. Asha looks up to her since Amaya’s the nicest monarch to her and someone in the castle she feels safe around with. Like a second mother. With Mag, Asha feels like she’s walking on eggshells.

- Amaya secretly uses some animals and prisoners kept in the dungeons as subjects for her experiments.

- Being an alchemist (and more skilled in it than Mag), her magic is a substitute so that they can quickly save more wishes for their grand plan for Rosas’ 100th anniversary. (I forgot to mention that Mag uses the wishes to make his magic stronger.)

- She’s a strong parallel of Asha, presenting the dangers inflicted upon others when one gets too ambitious with their own goals that they are apathetic towards how it affects other people

- An independent woman who is very ambitious like Asha. However instead of keeping it to herself, Amaya goes beyond lengths to reach her goals. To become the most skilled alchemist, alongside her powerful husband, the world has ever known and prove it to those who doubted her. Like Asha, Amaya has her own notebook she keeps her notes in.

- Skilled at disguises and coming up with fake stories that are easy to believe in. (Ref to the Evil Queen, Jafar and multiple other Disney villains who utilise deception)

- Holds the calculating and intelligent skills in her power duo with Magnifico. Mag is more on delivery, force and image. (The Brains and the Brawn duo)

- Her family was against her interest in learning magic/alchemy. So Amaya heavily dislikes company that she perceives as holding her back from her full potential.

- Fled to Rosas for more opportunities. While magic isn’t forbidden at the time she arrived, there were safety restrictions such as certain spells and potions that aren’t allowed to be made and casted, which she loathed. (So she stole and found ways to gather ingredients for her experiments in the woods, prior to meeting Magnifico.)

- Probs just think of her as being as curious and innovative as Zarina from ‘The Pirate Fairy”, but you know, eviler.

…….

2.) Now for RFTS!Starboy’s name in this AU.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post I had before but his name issssssss 🥁🥁🥁:

✨ Star ✨

No, I’m not kidding. That’s it.

Yes, Wishing Stars have names but not in a way humans understand. Their real names are in a language that is incomprehensible and ear-damaging levels of loud for humans to hear. While yes, they know English just fine, there’s not really an equivalent in the human alphabet for their real names.

Wishing Stars still love to listen to the names humans would give them from below though. Either individually or as a constellation. They love it! Ursa Major? Alpha Crucis? Awww.

Anyways-

Star hasn’t received a name growing up in the sky because he’s small and easy to miss. When they first met, Asha was not in a creative state of mind at the time and meant to put “Star” as a placeholder name for now.

However, the magical boy got attached to the name and stubbornly refuses to hear any other attempt at giving him another one. It’s so simple but it’s HIS name now. He claims it. I find it cute that a supernatural being with literal outer space as his home, appreciates the smallest things given to him. So “Star” it became….

Though, Asha did introduce Star as “Peter” (Pan) to certain people to hide his identity. Because ‘Star’ is too obvious, you know?

And then Star jokingly pretends to not know who this ‘Peter’ is whenever she refers to him as such. Asha would just roll her eyes and stifle a chuckle.

Friendly reminder that some details may change as I develop the RFTS!AU more. Hope ya’ll like it so far!! 💖

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish rewrite #wish star #wish asha #wish au #rfts au #reach for the stars au #wish starboy #wish magnifico #wish amaya #wish disney #wish movie #Dang-This took longer than expected #I highly appreciate asks btw! Feel free to send more! I don’t bite :))

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An extremely dumb, non-serious, but fun scenario I’ve been kicking about in my head: Caleb and Essek learn that the ruins of an Age of Arcanum city can be found deep underneath the Shattered Teeth. They head there for a study date. They soon stumble upon a strange bubble of combined abjurative and fey magic that contains two mages locked in an embrace, frozen by whatever instinctive magic protected them in the moment the city fell.

And because they can’t leave anything alone, this leads to a secnario where there are two pairs of sun-moon dichotomy, star-crossed mage lovers running about the ruins of Avalir, with the post-Calamity wizards trying to teach the others about their new world, and the pre-Calamity wizards trying to teach the others about their old world.

Featuring such highlights as:

Caleb offhandedly mentions their archfey friend-of-a-friend, Artagan. Loquatius, immediately: ‘oh, that asshole.’

Essek practically cries with envy when he hears about Laerryn’s grant funding for blasphemous projects.

Laerryn and Essek, both elves, wake up four hours ahead of their partners. Cue excruciating attempts at small talk from them both in the Tower library as they struggle to pass four hours alone together, until they both realise that they’re both equally bad at it and just sit in relieved silence.

Except for the time they go on a four-hour rant about their issues with divinity. Caleb and Quay find them co-authoring the most blasphemous essay they’ve ever seen together.

On one occasion, Essek and Laerryn are working on some arcane conundrum while Caleb and Loquatius keep watch or gather research nearby. Caleb looks lovingly over his shoulder at Essek, in full flow, spilling out ideas, eyes alight. ‘It is a privelege to watch them, ja?’ And Quay closes his eyes and remembers all the times he seethed with resentment at Laerryn’s work, because it pulled her attention away from him, left him lonely and wanting. ‘Yes,’ he says softly, ‘it really is.’

Quay and Essek venting over the stress involved trying to keep their partners alive (’and if I hadn’t cast Silvery Barbs right then -’ ‘I have experience with this. On one occasion, Caleb dragged me to this obelisk in the wastes of Eiselcrosss...’) Meanwhile Caleb and Laerryn are in the next room over having the exact same conversation about them.

There are deep, intense discussions between the three wizards about regret and living with the weight of mistakes, to the point that Loquatius starts to wonder if he should murder someone so that he can fit in.

Caleb: ‘And then the Somnovem plane shifted their entire section of the city to the Astral Sea.’ Laerryn: ‘Plane shifted it? With threshold crests?’ Essek: ‘Yes.’ Laerryn, superbly disdainful: ‘Amateurs.’

Feel free to add more.

#this is not a serious idea and I will not write it #and i wouldn't want to cheapen the calamity ending by deus ex machina saving them anyway #but nonetheless i enjoy playing this nonsense out in my head #critical role #exandria unlimited: calamity #shadowgast #loquaerryn #c2

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nomercytonight · 10 months

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Pent-Up | Changlix | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: After a long day, Changbin just wants to relieve his pent-up stress. When his roommate Felix gets in the way, Changbin decides to use him as a stress reliever instead.

Words: 1,788

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Seo Changbin + Lee Felix (Stray Kids)

Warnings: Dubious consent, blowjob, verbal degradation, under-negotiated (!), rough oral, free use -ish

More Tags: Dom!Changbin, Sub!Felix, college au, roommate au

Part 1 of a series but can be read as a standalone smut one shot.

Notes: My first post on here! Please let me know if I missed any warnings or tags! Changbin's behavior in this fic would not be acceptable in real life as he acts roughly without previously establishing consent. Cross-posted on AO3, don't translate/post.

Likes, reblogs, comments, and messages are VERY appreciated, as they are my only way of knowing if someone read/cares about my writing.

Changbin's day had been bad enough.

It was one of those days where the moment he opened his eyes in the morning he just wished he could close them again and roll over, sleeping more until his own body woke him up rather than the alarm on his phone.

The professor shot him a dissatisfied glance when he entered two minutes late and something within Changbin hoped she would say something about his tardiness, simply so he could cause a scene. She ticked off his name on the attendance list with a sigh but no further comment. Changbin sat down, fighting against the urge to immediately leave the lecture.

After three long hours Changbin could barely relax before he was set for his next appointment. While he was sharing a table with five other students he cursed himself for agreeing to discuss the group project on this day. Of course, the others had no interest in speeding up the process so he was stuck inside the university building for a lot longer than he would have ever wished for.

He sighed when he finally unlocked his front door, glad to have this shitty day over with. Changbin threw off his shoes and jacket, walking straight towards the bathroom. Some years ago, Changbin had developed a habit which to this day he wasn't sure was good or bad. Whenever he felt stressed, frustrated or angry, he would lock himself in his bathroom or bedroom to jerk off. While it started off as a method to take the edge off in an overwhelming situation, it quickly led to feelings of anger and arousal being connected in his mind, causing Changbin to run to this solution on a more and more frequent level. Now, whenever he felt stressed like he did today, he was just waiting until he could finally release.

He was on his way to the shower to do exactly that when he was stopped in his tracks. In order to reach the bathroom door, Changbin passed by the kitchen corner in his apartment which today, like many other days, was occupied by his roommate Felix.

Felix was one year younger than Changbin, had freckles, hair that reached his shoulder and studied a subject he had probably mentioned to Changbin on multiple occassions, if only he had listened.

His roommate stepped in front of Changbin with a bright smile on his face, one that could not even be swiped by the scowl Changbin was surely sporting.

"Look, I made jam" he said happily, holding up a small bowl in his left hand.

Changbin just stared for a moment before turning away.

"You should totally try it, here" Felix had unceremoniously shoved the bowl into Changbin's hand.

He took a deep breath as Felix continued speaking.

"Felix, I don't care. I've had a long day and every single thing was so annoying I could scream. Don't hold me hostage with your jam."

Changbin set down the bowl of jam.

Taken aback, Felix opened his mouth again.

"I thought it might help or something I'm.." Changbin couldn't hear the rest of what Felix was saying as his attention had been grabbed by something different.

Felix must have spilled some jam while filling up the bowl, one drop of jam having slid down the side of it. And Changbin had had the absolute honor of accidentally touching that exact spot, the sticky substance now on the pad of his pointer finger.

Changbin saw red. He turned to Felix who was still mid-ramble about how having a sweet treat might be exactly what Changbin needed after a frustrating day.

"Felix" Changbin said dangerously low, causing the younger to freeze in the middle of his sentence.

"All I wanted to do was to take a shower and jerk the fuck off but instead I'm standing here, listening to whatever the fuck it is you're talking about. Look at this." He held out his jam-finger. "What the fuck?"

Felix stood there with wide eyes.

"I'm sor-"

"Shut the fuck up."

Before he knew it, Changbin had shoved his finger into Felix's mouth, swiping it on his tongue until he felt his finger was clean again.

Felix clearly did not know what to do, simply allowing Changbin to proceed without interrupting him.

"Now that that problem is out of the way, let me to go to the fucking bathroom to do what I need to do. Or would you rather be the one on your knees taking care of that?"

The both stayed frozen in their spot for a moment, staring at each other. Something like this had never happened before. They always smiled at each other, had a bit of smalltalk and went about their day. If Changbin hadn't been so pent up with anger, he would have probably apologized on the spot and regretted this interaction for the rest of his life. But instead, he continued looking at his roommate who had still not made any efforts to remove Changbin's finger from his mouth.

Then, something happened that Changbin could have never predicted.

Without saying a word, Felix sank to his knees.

Changbin raised his eyebrows at the movement, curious to see where this would go. They didn't break eye contact as Felix began sucking on the finger in his mouth, moving his tongue around it and bobbing his head slowly.

Deciding to take more initiative, Changbin pushed in a second finger, his middle finger, alongside the first one, seeing Felix's eyes widen at the intrusion. Changbin thrust his fingers in, almost hitting the back of his throat. Felix closed his eyes in an attempt to keep up with the movements, his hands clasping each other so he could ground himself.

On one hand, Changbin would have loved watching Felix suck and gag on his fingers for however long he pleased, but the pressure in his pants reminded him that he had a different goal in mind.

He pulled his fingers out which lead Felix to lean forward, chasing after them.

Changbin grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to look up at him.

"Are you gonna suck my dick?"

Felix nodded eagerly and Changbin scoffed, quickly opening the button and zipper on his pants and pushing them down alongside his underwear, finally letting his erection spring free.

"Go ahead then" he commanded, placing on hand on top of Felix's head.

Felix took the base of Changbin's dick between his fingers as he leaned forward to place long licks on the side of his shaft. Probably sensing the older's impatience, he quickly moved on to swirl his tongue around his tip, then placed it in his mouth to suck on it. Changbin let out a low moan at that, threading his fingers through Felix's hair and settling on loosely grabbing a bunch on the back of his neck. A slight movement of his hips signaled that he wanted more, which Felix immediately adapted to. He bobbed his head up and down, his eyes tightly shut so he could focus on the task at hand. Changbin groaned at the sensation, watching the younger attempt to sink down further and further on his cock.

As he didn't reach the base of Changbin's dick, Felix instead brought up his hand to jerk off the part he couldn't take in.

"Fuck, Felix, too dry" Changbin muttered and before Felix could even react, Changbin took matters into his own hands. Tightening his grip on Felix's hair, Changbin thrust forward while tugging Felix's head down, leading to him having to engulf more of his length than he previously had. Changbin loosened his grip, instead cradling the back of his head with his hand and pushing Felix forward until his nose hit Changbin's pelvis. He kept him there, ignoring the gagging sounds coming from the younger.

"Exactly like this" Changbin groaned. Despite the intrusion, Felix was still doing his best suckling on the cock, his tongue moving around while he was struggling to properly breathe through his nose. Changbin moved his hips in a small thrusting motion, less because of the pleasure it gave him and moreso simply because he could, reveling in the power he currently held. Each movement elicited a gurgling sound from Felix's throat who was now tightly holding onto Changbin's hips for stability.

Felix opened his previously tightly shut eyes to look up at the older and it didn't take much to spot the tears that were threatening to spill out of his eyes.

Changbin maintained eye contact without stopping.

"At least you're good for something."

He gave one more sharp thrust, pushing his head against his body so the younger could barely breathe at all. Taking mercy, Changbin let go of his head completely, watching as Felix pulled off of his dick, heavily breathing in order to catch his breath as he sat back.

Changbin decided to take things into his own hands, jerking himself off over a disheveled Felix.

"What, you're done?" He asked, causing Felix's eyes to snap up and meet his.

Felix swallowed, then shook his head, reaching out his hand in order to continue what Changbin was currently doing.

Changbin let his own hand fall to his side, watching as Felix pumped his length carefully at first, then picking up the pace. After taking a deep breath, he leaned forward to take him back into his mouth. This time, Changbin allowed him to set his own pace, watching as Felix took him in halfway while using his hand to cover the rest.

"Unbelievable" Changbin muttered. "You're letting me use you just because I feel like it?"

His roommate didn't reply, picking up the pace at the words.

"What if I start using you whenever I want? You're gonna give me head just because I say so? Be a slut for me without getting anything in return?"

Felix moaned, then tried to deepthroat him again, though he didn't manage to fully reach the base on his own.

"And you're enjoying this. So pathetic." Changbin huffed.

He was moving his hips again, thrusting to meet Felix's movement. As he felt he was getting close, he grabbed Felix's hair once more. He pulled him back, using his other hand to cover the one on his length, moving Felix to jerk him off.

"Open your mouth" he commanded, to which the younger immediately obeyed.

White covered his face not long after, while he cought some drops with his tongue, most landed all over his face, some even landing in his hair.

Felix carefully opened his eyes, looking up at older standing above him.

Changbin released the grip in his hair, moving to pull up his pants instead.

"You better be there next time I'm stressed, got it?"

Part 2

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