#Look who is trying to write on this blog lol!

[theminecraftbee]

okay you saying Three and Grian would clash makes me wanna see a multi-dimensional smash up where they meet

I MEAN SAME, one of my most self-indulgent desires is this, and i'm trying to remember if i've talked about this before on the blog or just rambled to my friends about it, lol. because it would be INTERESTING. there would be a lot of emotions going on there, it'd be messy!

because like, okay. so on grian's end: three is very clearly the bad ending, to him. this is the ending where the watchers erase grian and leave behind a strange little weapon who does stuff like "starts following orders when stressed", which is like, in grian's mind, the opposite of grian's behavior. and yeah, sure, three insists it isn't grian, but that doesn't make that not fucked up to grian, and probably also like... i don't know how good grian would be at seeing past that, you know? (bonus points if this grian is, himself, a standard "grian is a watcher who left" construction, because, you know, woof.)

but meanwhile, three like, has known identity hangups about grian. three would already be in a frustrated state of "i am NOT grian though" like, from the jump. but three would ALSO be forced to look at the version of the world where grian stuck around. and in some ways, three would look at that and see all the things its existence prevents, which would suck! but it would ALSO be a scenario where... so the thing is, the only version of grian that three knows is the posthumous version. the version that got lionized in death. this idealized image of the man. and i feel like three would see grian and find him... disappointing, in comparison, because ANYONE would be! but that'll also sure be a Thing.

(additional bonus points: grumbot. things that are DEFINITELY on the list of "things three didn't do in its own timeline and if mumbo did three treated wildly differently", and also on the list of "so do you think the human weapon with identity issues might identify with that robot or what" and also given that the rift remains one of the easiest crossover excuses on hermitcraft, oh man, oh boy. anyway.)

how would this end? I DON'T KNOW. i haven't managed to actually WRITE this self-indulgent thing although i have looked at all my friends with wide sad eyes about it in case any of them do, lol. but rest assured I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS GREATLY.

#answered #solving counting sheep talk #iconicanemone

[linxuelian]

Anime Fest Plus 2024 Convention Experience Log - With Photos!

Hi, hello! As I've recently (as of this post, yesterday morning) attended Anime Fest+ 2024 at Tropicana Gardens Mall, Petaling Jaya, Malaysia, I've decided to write an experience log about my day there! While I will be posting a few different cosplays here, since my blog is currently primarily about MDZS, TGCF and SVSSS at the moment, most of the cosplays I'll be sharing will be from these three titles. To add to the fun, I'll also have commentaries on them!

To preface, the largest anime convention in Malaysia is Comic Fiesta, an annual mecca with 70,000 attendees as of the year 2023. Anime, games and comics are popular in this country, so there are smaller cons dotted throughout the months.

Anyway, the crowd wasn't as large as Comic Fiesta. As the structure of Tropicana Gardens Mall is rather narrow, you'd technically have to file through in two to three lines to be able to walk in and out of the place.

The exhibition hall at the fourth floor hosted all performances as well as cosplay booths. You'd have to ride one of the two escalators up to the hall - plebs without a ticket are doomed to be stranded at the bottom of said escalators, unable to sop up the merriment held exclusively above.

Here are some pics though, just in case you were a pleb that day, or just didn't attend the event:

Main hall programs and booths featured mostly Hololive and sexy pretty girl cosplayers and figurines, given the regular, expected fare when it comes to the anime consuming demographic (yes, I'm calling you out, my anime-watching brothers). I didn't take pictures of the doujinshi market out of respect for the art sellers there, but I did buy a beautiful print and got some lovely free stickers from that ONE vendor who sold BL stuff among the throngs of moe girls/Genshin Impact.

Yes, there was only one stall. But that one vendor made my day! Bless your heart, sister!

Now, I'll move on to the highlight - the cosplays. Nothing fills my heart with more joy than seeing happy people wearing colorful costumes and having a blast just being part of the convention scene. To be honest, it's so common to be wearing cosplay outfits nowadays that folk don't even notice you when you're dressed up - and I say this from experience; nobody noticed at all that I was in costume (or they were far too polite to laugh at how shitty I looked LOL, I didn't even dare take pics of myself). These events usually become scavenger hunts for me, to identify the ones from series I know or my tribe (fellow MXTX fans aha!).

First up is an oldie that's a goldie - Mr. Spock from Star Trek (credit: FaceBook user Yasuhiro Orihusay):

Honestly, I did NOT expect to find any Star Trek cosplays there. My dad's a Trekkie, so this was one of the first pics I sent him at the con itself. Live long and prosper, Mr. Spock!

Next, a furry OC:

I wasn't able to get their social media account as they were waiting in line for an autograph by a cosplayer, so unfortunately I'm unable to credit here.

Furries are currently still a new thing in Malaysia - but I'm glad to see them appearing more frequently at our cons, since they do diversify our pop culture scene quite a bit. Furs Upon Malaysia (FURUM) is held annually in Kuala Lumpur. The tickets are always sold out within an hour, so it's definitely growing and also contributing to tourism (Indonesian and Singaporean furries gather there too).

Also, they're fluffy. I love fluffy things. Much thanks, furry fandom, for being fluffy!

Moving on, here's a group cosplay of Jojo's Bizzare Adventure's Six Pistols (Mista from Golden Wind's Stands, if you're wondering which season it's from):

Vibrant and very spot on! I was unable to get their social media account due to the crowd and disorientation on my part. Do try to look them up, though! They were pretty popular, so I'm sure someone would have shared some info if you're interested.

Anyway, here's a White Mage from Final Fantasy (credit: https://www.instagram.com/yari_hayashi/):

Final Fantasy's one of the older franchises, but it's definitely rising again due to the new FFVII remake. I thought he was Garnet until I saw the blond wig. Bless the mages, healing power plus!!

Next in line is one of my all-time favorites, Sailor Moon (credit: https://www.instagram.com/jiahuab0719_cos/):

I'm a Moonie so seeing a Sailor Moon made me pretty excited! I don't see too many Sailor Moon cosplays even in Comic Fiesta - cosplays at our conventions are pretty seasonal and tend to follow trends, from what I've seen. She definitely caught quite a bit of attention with her wings, too. I saw her getting stopped quite a bit, so I'm glad I got a pic before a line formed!

Aaaand! I've saved the best for last! I'll be showcasing the MXTX stuff now. To start off (with a bang), here are two cosplayers of the number one seasonal love interest of the BL world, Hua Cheng a.k.a. San Lang Didi (Grown Up Version):

Credit: https://www.instagram.com/karry.1213/ (donghua version) and https://www.instagram.com/kopiii_cos/ (manhua version)

Remember how I said cosplays at Malaysian conventions tend to be pretty seasonal? Well, the current flavor of the month for the BL world is definitely TGCF - and the hottest flavor is now San Lang didi. You're going to get stopped for photos pretty often for dressing up as this flashy guy, and for good reason too. Donned in striking red, Hua Cheng is the Ferrari of the danmei world.

I overhead Kopiii_cos' friend saying so many people have been asking for photos! Viva Fafa!

Next, we have the ever beautiful WangXian couple cosplays:

Credit: Wei Wuxian (https://www.instagram.com/purple_384/) and Lan Wangji (https://www.instagram.com/anson1510/)

WangXian's a staple when it comes to the MXTX fandom. There's nary a person who doesn't love these two soulmates, and with these elaborate costumes, they've certainly stolen the show! They were the first couple I saw at the entrance of the exhibition hall, which makes sense since there was an OTP contest going on that afternoon.

Moving along, we have the main character of his story, the Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian (credit: https://www.instagram.com/arkutagwa/):

I gotta admit that this Lian's the sweetest of the Xies so far. Had a field day calling each other cute (what can I say, we both had cute personalities)! Gotta love that charming dimpled cheek, bless!

Speaking of cute, there's also this whole cute pose thing going on with certain attendees (credit: https://www.instagram.com/chzesin/):

I won't lie - I didn't recognize the character at first. But with the dark-gray-to-white ombre, black and red colors to tell you that's a Wei Wuxian, I'm just going to take a gamble here and deduce that yes, that is indeed a Wei Wuxian and include it. Let me know if you don't think it is.

Last but not least, we have our MXTX OTP group:

Credits: https://www.instagram.com/ayafvrvv/ (Luo Binghe) and https://www.instagram.com/close0402/ (Lan Wangji) - the rest didn't share their social media accounts but they did say you can find them through each other's accounts.

Turns out they're a group who'd entered the OTP contest that afternoon. If you're wondering, no, Binghe isn't paired with air (this is Bing-mei, not Bing-ge). There was a large number of attendees that day as it was Sunday, so their Shizun was still looking for parking. I'd gotten lucky since I'd arrived there just as they'd opened up Basement 3 so ZOOM I parked near the escalators with plenty of space to spare. Until today I chalk it up to being last-minute dressed as Xie Lian, the god of good luck for hobos like myself (or, according to popular belief, Hua Cheng's blessed every Xie Lian cosplayer out there no matter how much we look like we've just stepped out of a jungle). I also had plenty of space to sit for a lovely lunch of salad and green tea!

Granted, there were actually a few other Xie Lians there as well (he's the current flavor as well), but I didn't want to chase after them from afar since the flow of human traffic in this particular mall wasn't too conducive for trying to get pictures, unlike KLCC's garden. Usually, more fans are dressed as the two main characters, Wei Wuxian and Xie Lian - or the shous/bottoms in popular danmei. Surprisingly, I actually saw quite a number of gongs/tops this trip round.

So as a bonus, here's a pic with all our dandy gongs/tops together:

A dashing lot, aren't they?

Anyway, this wraps up my experience log as an MXTX cosplay hunter! Hope you enjoyed it! Bless!

#anime convention #experience log #wangxian #hualian #luo binghe #xie lian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #sailor moon #jojo's bizarre adventure #final fantasy #mr spock #star trek #furry #the untamed #tgcf #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cosplay #comic fiesta #anime fest+ 2024

[miallurk]

In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!

#i am losing my sanity day by day #drowning myself in the nearby lake seems better and better every day #why am i even writing this i have literally no mutuals or even people who'd care about #don't mind me crying myself to sleep haha #ooooh look at this pathetic baby. sitting in their little bed crying stupid tears. i should at least get tissues now while my crying isn't #fuck history fuck school and fuck me i quess #am i gonna start treating this as an actual blog and make a sideblog for reblogs? who knows! certainly not me; stay tuned for the story! #i'm gonna go and just let it all out into a pillow #vent ig #my mom is blasting holiday music in the other room lol #nice to have a whatever the fuck im having while “jingle bells” plays #at least i'm not hearing mariah carey ig #anyway i've probably hadn't been taking care of myself lately it has been worse despite me promoting it to everyone who needs #when i vented last time and it wasn't taken seriously so woop #anyway imma go try to calm myself and back to my notes i go #please gods what did i do to deserve thi s shit. fuck you #i hate it here i really do. i hate when these people talk to me i hate them. i at least can be sorta accquaitances with one but they just. #all stare and laugh? i actually can't. like i'm some fucking clown and laughing stock. just kill me at this point. i have been enduring this #for YEARS and suddenly i'm being a little bitch about it?? what the fuck. why am i so mushy all of a sudden. being shown an ounce of respect #and care made me expect it more? fuck #i'm just setting myself up for failure. i am just a giant loser and failure of a person. #everything seems so fucking hard. and pointless. i am tearing my rotten little heart apart with this. i am once again grieving things #long ago and things i never had. my everything has to be pleasing to an outsider #my value is my suffering. am i breaking enough? is this beautiful to look at #at my self destruction? i hate myself. i treat others so cruelly. i am a horrible fucking person. #my problems are not their burden - i forced it on them. wept like a baby because she left me. and what happened in the end? my paranoia got #to me. i left them. i fucking. i fid the thing i was afraid of being done to me. #this is showing so many issues. #so many things wrong with me. i shouldn't even be alive by this point - i wasn't supposed to survive past 12 #i am being forced to do this every day. someone please just end my fu king suffering

[killuaisaprincess]

THEM! MY BABEY KI (i'm an artist)

#This is now an art blog buy my pins and donate to my Kofi I mean I already have one but I’m pre sure people just don’t donate to writers lol #I mean maybe if you’re popular the type of people who get 40 comments on every ficbut that’s not the majority WHERE MY SMOL WROTERS AT 😤 #I drew a ton as a kid in middle school some of hs wasn’t any good but maybe if I kept trying I would be able to draw all the GK I want 🥺 #maybe not masterpieces but man even just chibis smth anything I would take 😤 #IM STARVED FOR FOOD SO IT WOULDVE BEEN SO NICE #But well I didn’t luckily rp gave me not only my writing slowly back but some editing skills so I have that 😤 #art gets more attention though but really I just want it so I can draw GK 24/7 #LOOK ITS AWFUL BUT I DREW IT DURING WORK AND I WANTED CUTE GK SO THEY ARE MARRIED AND KI GETS A DRESS #HE IS BABEY #I LOVE HIM #SIGH WISH I WAS AN ARTIST 👌 BUT ILL BE OFF MAKING ANOTHER WIP OR EDIT ITS SMTH I GUESS GRASS IS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE? #i imagine some people wish they could write but it’s not even like my writing is amaze balls I just really love it and have fun #CUZ ITS STUFF I LOVE GK GON CARRYING KI KI IN DRESSES #SAME WITH EDITS #I AM JUST A GAL WITH MY APPS BUT KI IS SO CUTE AND SEEING HIM IN CUTE DRESSES AND STUFF AHHHHHHHH #that’s what matters to me 🥺 #KI IS TINY #HONESTLY EVEN DRAWING THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY #TINY KIS I LOVE HIM #THEY ARE MARRIED LOVE EM LOVE KI #I WILL ACTUALLY CHERISH THIS SKETCH CUZ IT THEM GK #personal

[clanoffelidae]

I will condemn actions and beliefs I find disgusting, but I also condemn attacking the people who do/hold them for things that have nothing to do with morality or character

Attack Jeff Bezos cause he’s a billionaire, not cause he’s bald

I think hate-nonny’s arguments are disgusting, but I’m not gonna condemn or disregard their efforts in something that is very hard for them and has nothing to do with the argument >:/ and if this situation DOES end up with hate-nonny’s writing being made public I better not see anyone else attacking the way they write either. Attack their arguments, not their writing, or you’ll find I’m gonna turn around and come after you too for being a dickwad

#i’m sorry i’m mildly on a soapbox about this now bc this is behavior i’ve seen in discourse before #and hate-nonny requested privacy and since my first instinct is ESL or some kind of communication difficulty #like yeah they could be requesting i answer privately for some malicious ulterior motive #but my gut instinct says it’s bc they don’t want their writing put publicly on blast for not being perfect #bc i’ve seen that happen so much in discourse and i can only imagine how much they’ve probably had to deal with or see that #and that’s fucking disgusting behavior no matter who does it i don’t care #and so even if that’s not their reason i have reasonable concern that publicizing their submission would still attract that behavior #which i will not stand for on my blog #so hate-nonny i really do want to get this to work out with you and really am trying to help #in that i want to be able to respond in a way that is comfortable for you and won’t get you attacked for writing a certain way #i’ll fight your beliefs to the ends of the earth but i promise that the moment you struggle trying to figure out how to say something #i will either wait or try to help you figure out what it is you’re looking for #because that has nothing to do with our argument and is called BEING KIND #which is something a lot of people on this website seem to struggle with regardless of their side in discourse #so don’t worry hate-nonny i’ve got your back on this front 😤👍 #okay i’ll get off my soapbox now sorry everyone lol this is just something that really upsets me about a lot of discourse i see lol #attack the argument not the person - don’t be cruel and do things that are uncalled for

[tamberoo]

Sherlocksflataffect did not fucking coin a single phrase and is in fact stealing credit from the people who actually deserve it, she’s a complete fraud and a fucking putz.

tl;dr: my good internet anon... huh? oh you mean [one of my reblogs] of a thread from months ago? bit weird to come at me now but lets talk about that. don't worry, i dont hate you but holy shit this is going to be long, sorry

So, after having to do a fair bit of digging — through not just my blog, but [sherlocksflataffect], [balaclava-trismegistus], [osmanthusoolong], and of course, dealing with terrible Google & Tumblr search algorithms the entire time — simply because this ask is so vague and unclear and very unhelpful, I have had time to reflect on this debacle.

I'll be honest here. I make an effort in my own blog to not share content from some of these users, simply because of where my boundaries are — I am allowed to personally curate the content on my own blog/dash. If this means avoiding users because of personal anxiety or other undescribed reasoning, I am also allowed to not deliberate on why I have those boundaries in the first place. It means listening to friends and users who would like to inform me or perhaps send me asks. But it also easily means I am allowed to give my anon asks a little bit of crap now and then. It was personally quite uncomfortable to have to go through all these blogs to find out what in the hell you were talking about. So my apologies if I am still missing the point or coming across too confrontational, but you could do your part to be clear and helpful! — if it's true that you are doing this because you want to help me grow, which I think some could argue is giving you too much faith: after all, sometimes people just go through the notes on a post to start up fights. Again, I can't tell your intention, your merit, or your efforts because you weren't very clear. That's unfortunate, and I don't believe it really has to be this way.

I will agree with you that if it is true that [sherlocksflataffect] is someone who has used their power or influence to organize hateful mobs against individuals (especially individuals who are ND), simply because they want to have the honor of being the person to coin the term... that's terrible. That's cruel. That's bullshit. That fucking sucks and it shouldn't be this way.

If they really are someone who has "done this for years", then why is the last post from their blog from almost half a decade ago and unrelated? Why are the posts before it from nearly a whole decade ago still unrelated? If they are using new accounts/platforms to continue all of this, why not bother mentioning where those are? Do you see how unhelpful this is to leave this information out?

My reflection on [the thread I reblogged earlier] that sparked this response from you has left me with some differing positions than when I initially reblogged it here. I will say that I still agree with some of the sentiment from the author:

(1) there are many ways individuals can have brains seen as "divergent, different, unhealthy or imperfect" that are actually perfectly healthy despite this difference, and

(2) I don't think that it's unfair for this massive amount of people to be able to use the labels they prefer, feel included or excluded however they prefer, or that debating the pedantry of such labeling of identity is useful in most capacities — and you're hearing that from a self-described "autistic pedant"

I disagree with you on these factors:

Describing this community of neurodivergency in terms of those who "deserve" loose labels/"credit" for coining identity and those who do not "deserve" this... is akin to standing on the loose ground at the face of a cliff. It's a dangerous position to claim, since being so close to an edge can rile up tension and fear, both for bystanders and audience members, and of course for yourself as well. This kind of anxiety can be manipulated into boiling anger and violence by those who seek to disarm our humanity. Conservatives, essentialists, and fascists do this all the time and I think you'd hate to be lumped in with such a crowd

Thanks for the ask, anon. But next time could you please not be so vague? In the meantime, send me cat memes or shit so we could be friendly

#long posts #long post #drama #i think #seriously im sorry i couldnt write about this in a more short manner #i am really quite terrible at making things digestible even when i try my best #i want to be thorough and clear but making things accessible is also just as important #and i think as im aging im figuring out how to balance this better #i certainly dont agree with some of what sherlock-url believes and you did help me reconsider this #if these allegations of their behavior is verified i apologize for not believing you sooner #you should follow my blog and ill send you like. cat memes and thigns #you dont sound like an unreasonable or unfriendly person #just someone whos upset and looking to express that #and it wouldnt be my place to disagree with that unless you were attacking me directly and youre not doing that lol #again send me some cat memes and lets become a little friendly #anyways #to the rest of my friends mutuals and followers i hope youre all doing well #please give love back to yourselves

[astermath]

title taken ✧*

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

word count: 3.8K

notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

tag list <3

@kometqh 

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[norrizzandpia]

Masterlist 1

- Disclaimer! All of these have happy endings, I am not one for sad endings lol

- More works on Masterlist 2 which you can find the link to on the pinned post on my blog

Lando Norris:

Reckless Driving

When McLaren thinks its funny to put Y/n in a sports-car with her boyfriend and a set of question cards. Spoiler Alert: She doesn’t!

The Infamous Stream

When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love.

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You Pt. 2

What if love isn’t enough? What if the obstacles are too great and all the whirlwind romance ends up being is the right person, but wrong time?

Call Your Mom

Y/n’s struggle with mental health and the journey, accompanied by Lando and her best friends, she goes through in order to get better.

London Boy

In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl.

Flowers

After the Silverstone Grand Prix, Y/n wants to do something nice for her successful boyfriend, but she quickly finds out her kind gesture means a lot more to him than what she expected.

Caught

When living with their best friends proves to be the worst decision Lando and Y/n ever made.

Used Pt. 2

A bet can do more harm than good.

She Doesn’t Know Who I Am Pt. 2

Lando’s in New York and no one knows who he is. Especially the girl who asks for his number.

Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know?

They’ve always hated each other. Always. Right?

Gentle

In which Y/n’s past is a little haunted, but Lando knows exactly how to make her understand that she is safe with him.

Spa

When a reality check causes Y/n to worry about him coming home to her every day for the rest of their lives.

Try On! (Smut Warning)

She thought his opinion on some new lingerie would be good. Spoiler alert, it was good. Really good.

The Softest Launch

He tried to be a secret, but the eyes never lie.

It’s the High Altitude. (Smut Warning)

They’ve missed each other. What can they say?

The Video Pt. 2

Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.

Lando’s Biggest Fangirl Pt. 2 Pt. 3

His girlfriend. Lando’s biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.

I’m Sorry To Go

She’s not quite ready to have him leave just yet.

What Are You Doing Up?

She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

I Can’t Go a Second Without You

She was gone for five hours, but apparently that’s too long in Lando’s book.

Happy Birthday

It’s his favorite person’s birthday.

Don’t Wake Up Yet (Smut Warning)

When Lando gets home from a race weekend without his girlfriend, he just can’t wait.

Lacy Pt. 2 (Oscar Ending) Pt. 2 (Lando Ending)

To the song “Lacy” by Olivia Rodrigo, that should be enough summarized.

I Love Your Body

It was the mirrors.

Boyfriend Lando

Where the chat goes crazy for Boyfriend Lando.

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions Pt. 2

In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Oscar Piastri:

*I also have another Oscar imagine under the Lando section. It is titled Lacy and has an Oscar ending, something you will see if you look at it. It is the second part to an imagine focused on reader loving Lando when he loves someone else. The Oscar ending was incredibly popular and one of my favorites to write! Hope you stumble across this and find that Lacy (Oscar’s Ending)*

Let Me Love You

A friendship where the lines are incredibly blurred is risky, but it’s even more risky to fall in love with a girl who won’t let anyone in romantically.

Caught

Y/n’s and Oscar’s fun in his room takes a surprising, awkward turn very quickly.

- The Vacation (Smut Warning)

They just keep getting caught. (Could be read as a Caught Part 2 or a standalone)

This Is About Oscar?! Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Y/n’s new song exposes a side of Oscar no one knew about.

I’ll Be The Fred To Your Daphne

He’ll always be the Fred to her Daphne, the peanut butter to her pb and j, and the salt to her pepper.

Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers

They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?

The Quiet Night and the Loud Morning (Smut Warning)

It was bound to happen at some point.

Hurt Me Once Pt. 2

In which they just miss the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

She Wears The Pants, Right?

Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

Let Me Help

She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Loving You in the Shadows Pt. 2

They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Cover It Up

That one piece of clothing was covering so much and Oscar just had to take it off.

She’s Missed You

In which Nicole and Chris welcome Oscar’s longtime girlfriend to live with them after he leaves, only to not tell him and have to update him when he shows up for a surprise visit.

Charles Leclerc:

Edits

When Carlos exposes Y/n watching edits of her boyfriend on Instagram. She’s incredibly embarrassed, but after an interesting conversation with the man himself, should she really be?

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[haveyouanytime]

hi omg, i've been scowering for some good smut w daryl, like something straight up dirty and messy!! if you could write something like that (anything your heart desires, tbh)!!

daryl dixon smut | minors + ageless blogs dni! cw: fellatio, one mention of gagging, hair-pulling (m+f) bit of manhandling (f), penetrative sex, smallest bit of plot

guess who's back after 1 month gone lol !! this definitely could've been dirtier and messier so sorry if i disappointed anon (ノ_<。)

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It all started with you wanting to be a good girlfriend. Daryl always seemed tired after being out hunting or searching for supplies all day, so you joined him instead of staying back at the prison and doing menial tasks to pass the time. It was supposed to be cute-- him teaching you to hunt, maybe finding a new grocery store to scrounge through for foods and supplies, just some alone time with your boyfriend. Instead, a large group of walkers took your time, forcing Daryl to tug you into a car and lock the doors to wait out the mob of groaning cadavers. 

“Well, at least it’s alone time, right?” You smiled, trying to ease Daryl’s sour mood as you two sat in the backseat of the car. You sat perpendicular to him, your legs stretched over his lap with your back against the locked door of the car, your fingertips brushing against the exposed muscles of his bicep. His hand rested over one of your knees, his crossbow sitting in the driver’s seat along with his bag, yours sitting in the passenger’s seat to give you two more space in the back. 

“Guess so.” He grunted, his thumb brushing over the skin of your knees. His other held onto your calf, his eyes trying not to wander up and down your legs as you wore the shorts he secretly loved. 

You scooted closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck to lean in and kiss his cheek, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

He scoffed, his gaze turning away from you. His dark hair covered his eyes a bit, and he tried to hide how your soft lips against his skin made his fair skin turn a bit warm. “As much as you say it, girl, I still don’t believe you.” 

“I mean it, Daryl.” You huffed, pushing his hair away out of his eyes and tucking the strands behind his ear to place soft kisses along his jawline, “You’re so handsome. Inside and out. And you do so much for me, and everybody. It’s just a shame no one says thank you.” 

He just grunts, his thumb still brushing along the soft skin on your knee. 

Your voice fell to a whisper as you placed another kiss on his jawline. “Maybe I can thank you properly.” Your words caught his attention, making his pale blue eyes land on you as his thumb stopped its movement. 

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” He raised his brow, his hold tightening slightly on your knee. You were familiar with the tone of his voice, it meant no more teasing unless you wanted to be given funny looks by your cell block neighbors the next morning. But you didn’t plan on teasing, but rather taking advantage of the scenario and the lack of neighbors (since the walkers some feet away didn’t count). 

You smiled, craning your head to kiss along the slope of his neck as you murmured against his skin, “Just let me thank you.” Your hand that was perched on his shoulder began to slowly slide down, taking your time to brush past the low collar of his sleeveless button-down, pushing aside his leather vest to reach his belt buckle as you nipped at his skin. Just as you palmed him through the rough denim of his brown pants, you could hear his raspy groan, making butterflies manifest in your stomach and between your legs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, your voice a hushed whisper as you left warm kisses on his stubbled jawline. He groaned again, and at his lack of response, you began to pull your hand away from his growing bulge-- just for his larger hand to push it back down. “I ain’t say to stop.” He grunted, and you could feel his member hardening underneath the denim. You smiled, unable to stop yourself from letting out a giggle at his demeanor. 

“Such a man of few words.” You smile, readjusting yourself to kneel beside him on the leather seat. Both of your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, undoing the button and pushing down the zipper to reveal the elastic band of his briefs. He lifts his hips slightly, helping you shuffle his worn jeans down to his knees. He pulled his shirt up halfway to his stomach, revealing his hard cock that twitched just from being revealed to you. 

You lowered your head, swiftly taking his heavy length between your lips. You could hear him groan from above you, encouraging you to swirl your tongue around the tip while your hands rested on his thighs for balance. You moved to take more of his length into your mouth, hearing his quiet grunts and groans grow slightly as lewd noises filled the small space of the car. His hand holds the back of your head, tangling in your hair as your head bobs up and down. 

Unable to control himself, he pushed your head down slightly. The sounds of your gag reached his ears, making his head fall back against the car seat’s headrest. He lets go of your head after a few seconds, making you pull your head back to gasp for air. The sight of your glistening lips and dilated pupils drowning out the color of your eyes made him feel more impatient for the feeling of you around him. 

“C’mon.” He grunts, his hands moving to the waistband of your shorts. Before you even realized it, he pushed them down your legs, tossing them aside before he grabbed you by your waist to move you atop his lap. You can only squeal as he does, your hands moving atop his shoulders to catch your balance as your calves press into the leather of the car seat. 

You bit your lip as you smiled, reaching your hand down to grab his member, aligning it with your entrance. You slowly sunk down, making both yours and Daryl’s jaws fall slack as sinful sighs escape. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss as you began to rock your hips back and forth. 

He hissed against your lips, his hand moving to grab your jaw to push your head back as his other arm wrapped around your waist. You moaned as your head fell back, his lips moving in to kiss and leave marks along your neck. You mewled at the feeling of his scruff and warm lips against your skin, your hands moving to tug lightly at his grown-out, dark locks. 

He groaned at the feeling of his hair being tugged, his own hand moving to tug at your own roots, making you whimper loudly. Your hips slowed at the overwhelming feeling of being marked along your neck and your hair being tugged, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. 

His hands moved to dig into the plush of your hips, guiding you up and down his length. You moaned loudly, your eyes scrunching closed as the warm pleasure manifesting in your abdomen grew as your boyfriend manhandled you like a doll. 

“Daryl-- I’m gonna--!” You moaned, your nails digging into the fabric on his shoulder as you clenched around him. He hissed at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, continuing to move you atop his lap to guide you closer to your orgasm as well as feeling his own begin to manifest in his lower stomach. 

Your noises grew louder in the car as you moved towards your finishing point, not caring how the windows fogged or the air grew humid. You held onto his shoulders, your head falling back as you let out a loud cry, feeling yourself come undone around Daryl. 

He followed soon after, pulling you close to finish deep inside you with a groan into the crook of your neck. You two panted, holding each other close as you came down from your respective but similar highs. You smiled, leaning in and placing one last kiss onto Daryl’s lips. 

“Was that a good enough ‘thank you’?” You grinned, your teasing tone making him smirk. 

He laughed, an airy noise that was more like a scoff, playfully squeezing the plush of your hips, “More than good enough.” 

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader #twd #the walking dead #twd x reader #blog:haveyouanytime

[ellecdc]

Her darling

I was wondering if I could request Sirius black with a short gf? Something cute and fluffy or generally anything you like to go with because your writing is just immaculate.

(I’m not even sure if 5’3 is counted as short but I’ve always been the shortest among my friends so yeah)

Love you and your wonderful blog 🩵🩵

Hahaha I’m 5’3 too - stopped growing first out of all my friends so that was devastating lol. Thanks for your request babes!! 🫶

Sirius Black x short fem!reader

CW: teasing about height, fluff

Sirius was beginning to regret agreeing with James, Remus, Peter, and Lily to go to the muggle amusement park. Sirius was already one of the shortest amongst his friends, save Pete and Lily who both clocked in at 5’8, meaning most of his day was spent trying to climb onto Remus’ back in order to spot you in the crowd.

“For the love of Merlin, Sirius, I am not that short.” You seethed as you snagged Sirius’ arm, pulling him down (rather roughly) from Remus’ hips.

You could tell Remus didn’t particularly appreciate Sirius using him as a human stepladder, but he couldn’t help but appreciate the teasing opportunity it lent to the group.

“Poor darling,” Lily murmured in faux sympathy, “we’re going to have to find you one of those child leashes that parents attach to their child’s wrists.”

“Sod off, the lot of you.” You groaned and crossed your arms petulantly over your chest.

“Uh oh, almost nap time?” James commented, which earned him a kick in the shin. “Ouch! Okay, okay. Merlin.” He muttered as he moved well out of your kicking range.

“Sorry dollface,” Sirius sung to you, not sounding sorry at all. “I just worry; don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

You moaned again but didn’t bother gracing him with a response.

You’d been waiting in the summer heat for the newest rollercoaster that was all the rage of this little town when you were nearly at the front of the line.

“Okay, quick. Y/N, stand here – we need to make sure you’re tall enough.” Peter called. And now you were mad – even Peter was taking a go at you!

“Are you- I will not!” You sputtered.

“Ma’am, please step forward.” The bored teenage attendant said, causing everyone in line to turn and look at you.

You burned with shame and more than a little bit of rage as you stepped forward obediently, standing beside the cardboard height measurement tool in the shape of cartoon giraffe which had a speech bubble above him reading “riders must be this tall to ride!”

Sure enough, you were indeed tall enough to ride, and were told to return to your spot in line with the same bored tone as you were beckoned forth in.

You moved back to the group; Remus, Peter, and Lily all looking as if they were about to suffocate under the effort to restrain their laughter, Sirius and James having no such qualms were laughing boisterously.

You spent the rest of the time in line with your arms crossed, pointedly ignoring any of your friends attempts to converse with you.

“Oh my love.” Sirius cooed and stepped up behind you, hooking his head over your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your middle, using his hands to try and pry your own arms from your body. “I’m sorry, dolly. I didn’t think the attendant would join in.”

“You’re an arse.” You muttered back.

“I’m your arse.”

“That’s not a romantic thing to say.”

“What would be a romantic thing to say?”

“That you love me.” You admitted shyly; glad that he couldn’t necessarily see the state of your cheeks, though he could likely feel the heat emanating from them from his place on your shoulder anyways.

Sirius cooed again and turned you in his grasp, peppering kisses all over your face. “I thought that was a given?”

You moaned petulantly again. “No. You’ve been so mean to me.”

“I’m sorry, lovie.” He cooed, sounding slightly more sorry than he had before. “If I was nice to you, that would mean I didn’t love you. That’s why I never make fun of Remus.”

“Oi!”

“I love you.” He proclaimed, ignoring Remus’ outcry. He leaned in closer, whispering so only you could hear it. “I’ll even beat up the attendant for embarrassing you – how about that?”

You considered his offer, eyeing up the bored worker ushering riders through the gates.

“Probably best you don’t – looks like a student’s summer job. You could end up in muggle jail for assaulting a minor.”

Sirius hummed in acknowledgement, lips attached to your forehead. “Worth it to avenge my little lovie.”

“Out of all of us, do you really love me the least?” Remus commented, interrupting your conversation.

“Of course not, Moons. I obviously tease Evans the least.”

“Hey!”

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[jingsyuans]

hi! i loved your jing yuan post about him helping you out because you noticed someone following you! do you think you could please write a part 2 for it? i came across your blog and just fell super in love with your writing and how you wrote him 😊💜

a/n: ok. I did it. The reason I don’t write two parters is because most often times, people don’t enjoy the second part I’ve cooked up. It’s usually better played off in your imagination, but I’ve gotten enough requests for it, so I’m putting myself out of my comfort zone for y’all lol. I hope it’s worth it.

first part

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･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. Jing Yuan ; from one tea lover to another

The tea pours gently without splatter, making something in you thrum happily as you fill the cup.

You’ve been making tea more often than usual ever since you got your new set. If you allow yourself to be honest, the Meissen that the general gifted to you was now one of your prized possessions. Just looking at it makes you feel a little happy- and you didn’t want the gift to go to waste. You’re making sure the pot and cups are well loved with use, always washing the surface of everything carefully once you’re done. A Meissen is simply too well crafted (and expensive) to excuse you merely using it as a showcase item.

It wasn’t as if you’d even be able to showcase it, you never had many visitors at home.

So you make your tea, usually once every morning before you set off for work and then another pot once you’re home to relax. You won’t lie to yourself- whenever you use the set, you think of Jing Yuan and what he did for you that day. The way he looked at you, the way his hand felt in yours.

Of course, the details like the weight and warmth of his hand have long been forgotten, it was impossible to really remember those kinds of things. But his eyes… yes, you remembered his eyes. His smile.

It’s been a month since then, time flowing smoothly on the Luofu as always and little events such as yours are simply eaten up in the grand scheme of things. You doubt the general thinks about it like you do- he’s a busy man, after all. But that’s okay.

When all is said and done, you’re glad that he gave you a good memory instead of a negative one, just as he planned.

So your life continues as normal, besides the addition of indulging in your tea hobby a bit more than you used to. The only reason you know about different unique sets and you’re able to discern them by eye is the fact you come from a family of tea-makers. No, your family didn’t make the sets- rather you grew the herbs and harvested them, making them into fine grade tea to sell to the markets. You grew up getting your hands dirty as you helped plant seeds and nurtured the crops. But you longed for a broader horizon, which landed you here on the Luofu, universes away from where your family continued their work without you.

It’s a little lonely. You think about them constantly, and as a meager way to try and support them when you left them behind, you always buy your family’s brand of tea. It’s expensive- your family wasn’t humble by any means, and through hard work, the family name had become one of the more royal brands that elites would seek out for personal use. But even if it’s expensive, it’s just not the same if you were to try and drink anything else.

That’s where your problem arises today. The store where you usually buy your family brand was simply… all sold out.

“But how is that possible?” You ask the merchant behind the counter, eyebrows furrowed. Your tone isn’t unkind, simply confused. “That’s never happened before. Did someone come in and buy it all?”

The merchant, who you were familiar with at this point from your frequent visits, looked at you with a guilty look in his eye. Which wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t his fault. “That’s exactly it,” he told you. “One of those fancy counselors came in and bought out everything we had. She didn’t exactly look happy about it herself, but she had her orders.”

Your confusion only deepens. “If someone wanted to order stock, they’d know to contact the sellers directly, not sell out shops on the Luofu,” you thought aloud. “So whoever bought it is either extremely arrogant or extremely impatient.”

“Well, you know the general. He’s a lazy one, isn’t he?”

“The general?” Your train of thought stops completely, eyes widening as you stare at the merchant. “The general stationed here? Jing Yuan?”

The man scratches the side of his face, looking at you with a lost expression. “Er… yeah, unless they got a new one down here recently. That’s the one.”

Not wanting to trouble the poor man any further, you just shake your head. You’ll think about it later. “I see,” you say. “Alright. Then… when is your next shipment?”

He sighs. That guilty look returns. “Well, see… we just got a new shipment, and he bought out the whole thing. I’m getting in contact with them now, but it’s possible we won’t have any of this brand for at least a month, maybe two.”

Your jaw nearly drops. But you can’t change the facts as they are, so you merely leave the store, befuddled and a little irritated, if you’re honest with yourself.

Jing Yuan is a smart man. What was he really trying to gain by taking all the stock from a poor old merchant? It’s extremely arrogant, and selfish! But those aren’t words you would use to describe the general on a normal day. He must be trying to get someone’s attention. But who on the Luofu would take notice of this specific brand of tea selling out for a little while…?

There’s no way that he’s trying to get your attention. That just doesn’t make any sense.

But you can’t think of anything else that would make more sense than that. Jing Yuan is trying to send you some sort of message, one that you don’t have the mind to decipher at the moment. All you can do is head home for now, empty handed. When you return home, you look in your cupboards for your own stock of tea. The reason you went shopping for some more wasn’t because you’ve run out, but you were going through your own stock quicker than normal now that you own the Meissen. When you look in the jars, there’s just a few servings of each different kind you own left.

So that settles it. Tomorrow, you’ll head to the Exalting Sanctum and see what Jing Yuan could possibly want. And maybe once all is said and done, he’ll give you some of the tea he suddenly decided to hoard for himself.

—

When you set off the next day, you were expecting it to be a little difficult to get to the Seat of Divine Foresight. You were even expecting to be disappointed and turned away, because who are you to request time with the General of the Luofu, the Divine Foresight himself? You're nobody on this ship.

And yet, when you ask the Cloud Knight for permission to head to the Divine Foresight, he asks no questions after you give him your name. You hardly have to wait at all before you’re on the jetty and then in front of the grand doors. When you enter, no one turns their heads to you or questions your presence. They go about work like normal.

You’re exceptionally small in this huge room that’s bristling with importance. With the way your heart is thudding in your chest, you feel like you’ve overestimated yourself and you should head home. But then you remember your nearly-empty jars of tea at home- and while tea isn’t everything to you, the connection you have to it is exceptionally personal. So you brave forward and take a few steps deeper in the large hall.

As quickly as your confidence comes, it wavers. There’s a lion. There’s a lion laying right in the middle of a rather large holographic game set, the animal seemingly waking up from its nap as it stretches its horribly large paws, showing you its sharp claws and dangerous teeth when it yawns. The sound sends subtle waves of terror through your whole body.

Nevermind, you think. You want nothing to do with Jing Yuan or that lion. For all you know, it might think you’re a trespasser or something and tear you to shreds before you can even attempt to explain yourself! You quickly turn on your heel and head back for the doors, skirting by everybody as fast as you can.

You’re too late. By the time you’ve made it to the door, you feel something tug on your bag from behind. When you turn around, the lion is right there, your bag between its teeth.

Oh, no. Oh no. Oh Aeons. No no no.

You manage to hold your scream in, but your whole body feels like it’s been shot as you suddenly lose feeling in your legs. You practically fall against the large door you were trying to exit, using it to keep yourself upright as you shake horribly. Do you look it in the eye? Do you keep your head down? You know nothing about this animal and you don’t know what it would register as a threat or not!!

The large lion stares at you while you practically fall apart into a million pieces in front of it, its eyes a stark blue. It’s actually kind of pretty when you put aside the fact it can split your head in two. Maybe even split you in half with the sheer strength of it.

“H- hey. Hey- help…” you finally muster the courage to use your voice, eyes darting from the lion to the Knights standing nearby and looking unbothered. “H- um…”

The lion drops your bag rather suddenly, making your attention snap right back to it. Then, as if your terror was it’s favorite toy, it opens its large jaw and roars.

This time you cannot hold back your scream. It tears out of you pathetically, a shriek more than anything else. You throw your whole body against the door, realizing that all your strength has disappeared from your terror as you desperately squirm and try to open it to run free. “Oh my Aeons oh my Aeons oh my Aeons-” you feel like crying, not even bothering to register all the people staring at you, “I'm going to die for real it doesn’t matter if I’m immortal if a lion tears me apart, I’ll die for real-”

“Mimi, bad kitty. You know better than to play with people.”

Mimi? Kitty?

You don’t have the courage to look behind you. The lion is still there and you just know that it wants to eat you, and who has the bravery to face that head on? Not you! It’s only when you feel a hand on your shoulder that you stop your scrambling against the door, which was apparently impossible to open, no matter how hard you pushed against it.

“You have to pull on it,” the voice says, filled with a gentle sort of amusement that could only belong to one person. Looking back, you see that of course it’s him. Of course it’s Jing Yuan, smiling at you with a cunning too similar to the lion, as if your terror was his toy, too. “Hello again. I apologize for my cat, I didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Like hell he didn’t. Like hell he didn’t. Like hell he didn’t!! His smile says otherwise!

“Lion,” you choke out, looking down at where it sat from behind Jing Yuan, looking rather bored. “Not a cat.”

Jing Yuan just chuckles, his hands moving to your arms to gently coax you away from the door. “You’re right. But you don’t need to worry, she won’t harm you. We’re a bit too bony for her tastes.”

You shoot him a horrified look and Jing Yuan smiles again, looking a little guilty.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is that she’s completely harmless. Will you give me your hand?”

Despite his teasing, Jing Yuan doesn’t force you. He waits patiently with his hand out, his body hovering close to you as if to offer you some sort of protection from the animal. You appreciate it a little. Eyes flickering from his hand and the lion, you visibly hesitate. But you’re here now, and Jing Yuan doesn’t look scared at all. You take his hand.

You’d forgotten how warm it was the last time you were with him. Strong, yet surprisingly uncalloused. He doesn’t battle nearly as much as he used to.

Your thoughts are caught up as Jing Yuan gently leads you forward, guiding your hand down to the lion - Mimi, he had said before. You’re still scared, your whole body growing stiff as Mimi sniffs at your hand. Jing Yuan remains warm and sturdy from behind you, keeping you from pulling away. Only a few seconds tick by before Mimi huffs hot air against your hand, pressing her head forward so your hand makes contact with her muzzle. The touch doesn’t last long before she pulls away, surprising you as her long tongue slobbers across your palm.

“Mimi,” Jing Yuan brings your hand away from her, his voice stern. “Why would you do that?”

The lion makes a certain sound akin to a guffaw before it’s turning away from the both of you, back to the large board set and letting her heavy body fall on the floor, lounging carelessly just like before. When you look up at Jing Yuan, he’s rolling his eyes. “What a sassy animal,” he mutters before he directs his attention to you and your dripping hand. “Let’s go up to my desk. I’ll wipe you off.”

You aren’t given much of a choice, Jing Yuan leading you deeper into the Divine Foresight and across the holographic board. You can tell that people are staring at you, making you nervously stare down at the ground to try and ignore it while you’re led by the arm. The general’s touch is gentle and yet insistent, just as you had remembered it.

He doesn’t make you wait. Once you’re standing by his desk, Jing Yuan gathers a towel that must be here for this exact purpose as he wipes the lion’s sticky saliva off your skin. Thankfully, she wasn’t too slobbery and didn’t get anything on your clothes. “There,” he says, his grip finally leaving your arm. You watch him owlishly as he makes himself comfortable on the grand seat behind his desk, his legs crossing with that familiar smile on his lips. “I really am sorry that she scared you so deeply. If I had known, I would have kept her home today.” His head tilts with a thoughtful look. “Of course, you could have let me know you were planning to come.”

You don’t have the courage to be completely impatient with him, but you dare to sigh. “You say that like I have your contact information and you’re not a renowned general and I’m just a visitor on the Luofu.”

“Just a visitor?” You’ve piqued his interest, Jing Yuan’s eyebrow raising up as he leans back in his seat, hands laced together in his lap. “That’s an interesting thing to call yourself considering how long you’ve been on board and living here. I think you’re more like a resident at this point.”

“And you know how long I’ve lived here?”

“Well, once I realized who you were after our encounter, I may have done some investigating. It’s dreadfully boring here sometimes, so the mind wanders.”

You try to wrap your head around it, as impossible as it sounds. You convinced yourself that Jing Yuan wouldn’t think twice about the day he helped you, but he’s denying that possibility outright. Indirectly telling you that he’s thought of you just as you’ve thought of him as the time has passed.

While it’s a little flattering, it is also undeniably an invasion of privacy, so it’s hard to convince yourself how you should be feeling right now.

“I’m not really anybody, general,” you say after some time spent letting it sink in. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips purse as you look at him. “All that sticks with me is the family name and not much else. So why would you buy out the only tea available on the Luofu that’s owned by my family just to get my attention?”

Jing Yuan hums, long and thoughtful as he leans forward toward his desk, elbow up as he props his chin to rest in his hand. “I wonder…” he says. His eyes boring into you. “Well, like I said, it does get dreadfully boring here sometimes. I worry I’m becoming a boring person myself because of it. Life is mundane when it’s strictly all paperwork and meetings.”

You don’t believe that he did all this just because he was bored. There had to be more to it than that, because there’s a thousand other ways to entertain yourself before coming to this.

“I looked into your history. I suppose we have something in common, so I was intrigued.” His eyes slowly drift away from you with a pondering look before he chuckles. His head turned in the direction of the empty space next to him. “Come here, sit down. There’s plenty of room.”

You give him a strange look, clearly questioning him, and Jing Yuan merely smiles. Waiting patiently. So with not much of a choice or reason not to, you round the desk and delicately sit on the edge of the long seat, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible. You can hear the laugh that leaves his nose, but he doesn’t say anything to convince you closer before he continues to speak.

“Have you heard the gossip about my past? How my family is originally from the Realm-Keeing division?” He judges by the look on your face that you haven’t. “Well, it’s true. So, how on earth did I become general if that’s where I’m from?” Again, you have no answer. “I did much as you did. I left.”

“You left?” You repeat aimlessly, not realizing how you sink into your seat a little more comfortably. Jing Yuan nods.

“I know I may not look it now, but I was a very ambitious, and frankly, overconfident little thing. I was determined to be part of the Knights. The rest is unimportant.” His head tilts in his hand, eyes closing with his sigh. “I know what it’s like to leave family. To miss family.”

You watch him carefully. He isn’t exactly giving off a somber presence- you have a feeling that any guilt or doubt has rubbed off him a long while ago. His words are surprisingly sincere all the same. “I think we all know what it’s like, general,” you say softly. “A lot of us have been ripped from family due to the war.”

“But not you,” he says, turning his head to look directly at you- that same look from the last time the two of you met that sends a shiver up your spine from the terror and pleasure of his direct attention. “And not I. We both left of our own volition.”

There’s not much you have to say in response to that. He’s said a lot, but he still hasn’t told you why. Hasn’t given you any answers as to his motive.

As if he’s read your mind, Jing Yuan sits upright again and flawlessly changes the subject. “I figured since we have some similarities, maybe we can work together. See, I would like to learn something new, and I think you can help. You owe me a favor, after all.”

You practically choke, balking at him. A favor? Is that how he saw it?

Before your thoughts can spiral any further, Jing Yuan laughs, visibly amused by your reaction. “I’m only joking, of course! You don’t owe me anything. Really, I’m only reaching out for my own agenda, so there’s no need to help me.”

You sigh, realizing that Jing Yuan is practically impossible to pin down. You’d hate him and his smug look if it weren’t for how attractive he looked while he was messing with you, and the flutter in your stomach from the fact he was so comfortable around you. You have no idea why he is, but he is.

“What do you need my help with?”

“So you’re thinking about it?” The general smiles. “Good. What I want from you is… well, to put it simply… tea.”

You can’t help what you say next, despite who he is and the rank he holds as you deadpan.

“You already bought several dozens of it. Why do you need more.”

“I don’t!” He agrees and shakes his head. “And I don’t want to hoard your family's tea, mind you. I’ve tasted it, and the flavour is wonderful. And I’m aware of how your family grows all its own herbs and spices, which is why it’s so unique. So what I’d like from you is… to teach me how.”

Oh. Realization slowly dawns on you as you look at him curiously. “You want me to teach you how to garden? To grow herbs for tea?”

Jing Yuan nods.

“Well… there’s a lot more to it than that. I’d be teaching you a lot. You have to grow them under the right conditions for a better flavor profile, and then there’s the process of rolling the leaves, crushing them, drying them… making sure they get the right amount of oxygen.” These are just some of the steps it takes to make your own brew by hand. “You would want to learn all that?”

The general doesn’t look deterred at all. He’s still smiling at you, his expression relaxing as he stares at you all throughout your clarification. You won’t deny the way it makes your face feel warm, but you're adamant on ignoring it, pretending like it’s not there.

“Will you teach me?” He asks.

You take a breath, realizing something then and there. His question was never really a question at all, not really. How could it be when there was only one answer?

“Of course I will,” you say, watching as his grin grows impossibly wide. “But… are you still going to keep all that tea you bought?”

“Well, I’ll give you whatever you’d like, but I would like to keep the rest. I’ve already distributed it among the commissions and knights to use at work.”

So giving it back was never really in the cards.

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[aestrayla]

driving you crazy ft. mammon

summary: you make a bet with a certain white-haired demon to see who can last the longest without touching the other. let's see how long you can last. ft. mammon x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was my first time writing smut LOL. i had to stop myself from cringing while writing this but my fingers just kept typing away.. anyways enjoy!

You had made a bet with Mammon to see who could last the longest without any physical touch, and of course, he agreed to it. Making bets was his playing field after all and after mentioning the little reward you'd offer if he won... he was not going to lose. This was mere child's play for him.

Now of course you had to play dirty to win. The odds that he would win were more or less in his favour. Here and there you would try and tease him, wearing short little skirts and staring at him with your pretty eyes. He knew when you made that stupid little sultry look with your eyes it could struck any guy dumb. He knew this, because he experienced it firsthand and still remembers the day you laughed at him after leaving him dumbfound.

Your teasing was extremely fun on his part though. Mammon could honestly fuck you whenever he pleased but being able to watch you play this silly little game and planning your next "big move" was far too entertaining for him. It was like watching a child learn to walk, seeing how pouty you'd get after the game dragged from hours into days.

The lack of physical touch was burning your insides. How was he able to handle this so well? It was surprising how good his restraint was when he, at the same time, has terrible impulses of blowing thousands of grimm within seconds.

As the days dragged on, it got quite obvious to the others that you two were up to something ridiculous once again and Lucifer was starting to get quite fed up of the back and forth teasing you two would do. "Guys just- get a room... Please," he would say.

You were both shooed away by everyone, making it into Mammon's room. "Can't you just let me win already?" you pleaded, as you plopped onto his bed, lying onto your stomach. Mammon watched as his gaze followed your figure, until he couldn't take his eyes off of something.

As you landed on the bed, your night gown slightly lifted at your waist, revealing a pretty lingerie set you had on underneath. Thoughts were swirling around his head. He had only seen you in lingerie once, on his birthday. This was no special occasion but you definitely had his heart racing and his mind pacing.

"Did you hear me?"

"I-I... U-um... Yeah I uh..." he stuttered. You got off of your stomach to rest your back on the headboard. He clears his throat. "Let ya win?" He makes his way to the edge of the bed and takes a seat. "I didn't play this lil' game of yours just to let ya win, princess."

To be honest you were needy, really needy at this point. You've been craving him the entire week but you just had to play it cool and you were starting to get really frustrated. You pouted at his words.

"Hm? What's that look on ya face?" he questioned.

Although you were desperate, you still didn't want to lose to the likes of him. Your brows furrowed as you pleaded him with your eyes, your glossy lips pouting.

"Ah, now ya makin' me feel bad! How could I say no to your pretty little face?" He leaned back into the bed, his arms holding him up. "Well, if ya want me so bad, then go ahead princess. I'm all yours."

He had the stupidest smile plastered to his face. You frowned. It was obvious he wasn't gonna let you win. When he wanted something, he got it- no matter the cost.

"Just admit ya lost and I'll give ya whatcha want."

Easier said than done. You were a petty little brat but you were craving him so bad, you needed him right now and all this chatter was getting you all hot and bothered. "Mammon..." you whined, "Please..."

He sighed. "A bets a bet. If I'm not gonna lose, and you're not gonna lose... then I guess we're waitin' another week," he shrugged as he got up from the bed. You tugged at his shirt before he could fully stand. "Hm?" He paused as he turned to face you. As you stared down in defeat, you could feel him staring back at you with the biggest smirk. "Is this your way of sayin' ya lost to me?"

"W-whatever... just- just tell me what you want," you mutter.

The reward you offered for winning, was that the winner could do whatever they wanted with the loser, pretty simple.

"Get ridda the dress, I wanna see how pretty ya dressed for me."

He takes your place, resting his back against the headboard while you remove the silk gown. He admires you for a moment, the intricate lace hugging the curves and folds of your body beautifully. He's always amazed at how he managed to score you. Of all demons, you chose him and he could never be happier.

He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you do so. Settled over him, you can feel a hard bulge beneath you. You look up at him and meet with his deep blue eyes. "Well, whaddya waitin' for, princess? Ride me." You both frantically toss your under garments away into oblivion.

Once again, you're settled above him. You gulp as you stare down at his growing member, already flowing with pre-cum. You use your hand to guide him to your entrance while your other hand rests on his chest for support. He never fails to surprise you with his size and there was no way you could ever get used to it.

You slowly lower yourself down, feeling your walls stretch around him. You groaned. You weren't even halfway down and you were already having difficulty taking him in. He watched you carefully as you attempted to lower yourself, his dick twitching from the lack of friction. "Fuck, y/n... ya actin' like ya ain't take my dick before," he grumbles.

"I'm sorry you're just... so damn big..." you muttered. He brought his hands to your hips to help guide you down and once you made it all the way down you took a moment to adjust. You slowly started to raise your hips to bounce on him, pressing your hands against his bare chest to hold yourself up. He watched as you rode him, scrunched brows, half-lidded eyes, mouth agape. You were so damn pretty.

You started to pick up the pace, earning a few groans and grunts from him. His hands found their way to your hips, slamming you down while he bucked his hips up into you. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears. "Mammon... Mammon I..." You were starting to come undone and felt a tightening knot in your stomach. You were going to reach your high soon. "Fuck... fuck y/n..." he groaned, "You're so... you're so damn slow!"

You sharply gasped when he grabbed you by your wrists and threw you onto your back. He was now hovering over you. The look he had in his eyes looked as if he was going to devour you, whole. He started to slam his hips into you mercilessly as if some kind of monster had taken control. Your moans grew louder and much more whiney as he rammed into you, over and over again.

"Do ya know how fuckin' crazy ya drove me this entire week?" he breathed. You could feel him smile beside your ear. "I woulda fucked the shit outta ya first day if I didn't hafta put up with ya lil' game."

The only response that left your mouth were your stupid little whimpers and moans of his name.

"You're gonna make up for all the time ya wasted." His pace only got faster, his tip hitting that same sensitive spot again and again. You wanted to tug and pull at his soft white hair, but your wrists were in restraint by his large hands. "Mammon... I can't..." you whimpered.

"Can't what?" he smirked.

"I... I can't take it... ‘s too much..." Your words only made him go faster and it was pulling your insides into knots and twists. "Well I'm sorry princess, but the winner gets to do whatever to the loser, right?" he grinned.

He was abnormally faster than usual today, but it was because of how much he was dying to fuck you. Just because he could restrain himself, did not mean that he didn't wanna fuck you dumb. If anything, the game made him even more hungry for you.

Your fucked-out face had him smiling stupidly as he rammed into you. "Mammon I'm... I'm gonna..." you mumbled.

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do?"

"I'm gonna cum!" you whined.

"Already? But we've only just started princess," he teased, as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips. You were seriously about to finish, especially at the pace he was going at.

"Please... let me cum. I can't take it anymore!" you begged.

You looked so good right now. Brows furrowed while your eyes were rolled back, tongue slightly out. "Fuck you're so pretty... do ya hafta finish right now?" he groaned.

You were a moaning mess and it was a struggle to even speak right now. He removed his hands from your wrists and found purchase of your hips. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he was also close to finishing.

"Fine," he huffed, "You can cum."

As if on command, you came undone almost instantly while grabbing ahold of his soft hair. The tightening of your walls around him pushed him over the edge and he released into you. "Fuck..." he groaned as he filled up your insides with his hot seed. He continued to thrust into you, not allowing a drop to be wasted.

He started to slow down his pace, and he finally pulled out of you. You smiled as he looked down at you, you were completely worn out. He leaned down to place a soft, but sweet kiss to your lips.

"You happy now baby?" you asked, while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Mhm, really happy," he smiled.

You lean in for a second kiss and as he pulls away, you notice his smile turn into a devilish smirk. You frown, confused at what his face is for.

"Mkay now turn around, we goin' for round two baby!"

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[yamujiburo]

1. You are INCREDIBLY patient when replying to asks. You always politely link them to your FAQ or to your master post. For the bad faith asks, you always are kind in your responses. I wanted to give you kudos. Even though you are well within your right to ignore/skip these asks, you still put thought into your responses. I'm giving you some kind words because I just KNOW it would be draining getting the same messages all the time.

2. I'm a fat person, and I've got a whole host of body issues, but your Jessie really helps with my self confidence. She still sees herself as sexy, and Delia still sees her as sexy (probably sexier lol). I also loved your logic behind the character design: sometimes healing and stability bring weight gain. That in itself has made me feel a bit better about myself. Not trying to treat you as a therapist. I just want you to know the impact your Jessie can have. It's so rare that we see fat characters in a positive light! I do hate how many people have a problem with your design though. :(

3. Aroace James also makes me feel seen. I am coming to terms with the fact I may be aroace myself, and it's been hard. I've always loved James, and I'm grateful you've spun him into a character I can relate to. I'm always all over your blog looking for more James crumbs lol.

I appreciate it! I like to assume the best in people and always answer in good faith. While I wasn’t super vocal at the time, I’ve had my fair share of bad takes on the internet and I feel like those who responded to me with patience and understanding had a longer lasting impression on me and led me to change my mind later. Gave me much to think about. Not everyone’s entitled to that patience but I think there is merit to handling things with kindness sometimes. You never know who’s on the other side of the screen and what they’re saying could just be out of genuine ignorance. Sometimes someone putting it in a gentle way is just the push you need. A lot of the time, I think people just want to be heard and are also willing to listen if they don’t feel immediately shut down.

I’m glad you think so! I love seeing fat characters and I love seeing fat characters who love themselves. Fat is beautiful, fat is cute, fat is hot

Hahaha I should do more with him! Aroace James makes a lot of sense to me given his background. I try not to write ABOUT the experiences of identities outside of my own but I think it’s important to at least show it!

#ask yam

[straykeedz]

day 9: bang chan + corruption kink

©straykeedz

tw: brother’s best friend!chan; reader is inexperienced; very brief hand job; oral sex (both m and f receiving); chan kinda kink-shames himself; fingering (f); chan praising the reader; cum swallowing; implied first time sex and loss of virginity (they basically have sex off screen lol); ♡

wc: 5,6k (I’M SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 3K MAX I DON’T KNOW HOW IT ENDED UP BEING 5 🫣)

i’m honestly not proud of this lol i changed my mind like a million times while writing this and i still don’t like it but then i thought fuck it and here we are - this was a lot better in my imagination i swear 🥲

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Chan almost falls from the couch when he hears those words - eyes wide as he stares at you like you just told him the most absurd thing in the world. Okay, maybe it is the most absurd thing in the world - or maybe you’re just not supposed to tell your brother’s best friend, who knows? Either way, you’re in too deep now, and Chan looks like he’s about to have a stroke in your living room. 

“Y/n…”, he clears his throat, cheeks flushing slightly pink as he thinks about what to say next. “As your brother’s best friend it’s my duty to tell you that this…”, he trails, and you can already feel your heart drop at what he just said, even though it’s true - he is your brother’s best friend “…is a terrible idea.”, he concludes. 

“Why?”, you furrow your eyebrows, taking a sip of your smoothie. 

He struggles to find the right words to say, that much is clear. You can see it in the way he nervously fidgets with the hem of his oversized sweatshirt, or the way he’s constantly trying to swallow the lump in his throat, though unsuccessfully. Eventually, he figures there’s no right way to say what he has in mind, he just has to say the damn words out loud. 

“Because, y/n…”, he stutters, and you find it cute - seeing him so flustered and clearly embarrassed. “It has to be with someone special, someone you love and who loves you back.”, he explains. “Not with a random dude. It’s your first time, it should be special.”, he concludes. 

Not once in his life Chan thought he’d find himself talking about your sex life while being next to you, on your couch, in your living room. You, his best friend’s sister. Not once he thought he’d find himself lecturing you about how important it is to have your first time with somebody you care about. Yeah, Chan definitely wasn’t prepared for that. He doesn’t even remember how you ended up talking about this in the first place - one minute you were just chilling on the couch waiting for your brother to come home, and the next thing he knew you were complaining to him about the guy you were seeing and your lack of sexual activity. Poor Chan almost choked on his beverage when those words left your lips. 

“Technically, I was about to have my first time.”, you correct him. “It’s not my fault he came before he even put it in and disappeared without a trace because he was too embarrassed.”, you shrug. 

Chan is speechless, tips of his ears red as he listens to your words. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation with Jisung’s sister - you, who’d cry and throw tantrums if your brother won’t let her win while playing video games when you were a little girl. You, who - Chan realizes - are not a little girl anymore. You’re a grown woman now - who dates and is interested in boys and… sex, apparently. 

“I think… you shouldn’t be talking to me about this.” Chan clears his throat. “You should talk with a friend or something.”

“I thought we were friends.”, you tease him. 

“You know what I mean.” Chan sighs. “Like, a girl friend. I’m not- I don’t know what to say besides that I really think you should be doing it with the right person.” 

Chan mentally pats himself on the shoulder - he feels like he did a great job, didn’t he? That’s what he’s supposed to tell his brother’s sister when she asks him for advices in that field, right? Be a good friend and try to prevent you from making stupid decisions that could potentially ruin your life. 

“Please.”, you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “I gave up on the prince charming delusion a long time ago.”, you chuckle bitterly. 

Chan doesn’t know anything about your private life, now that you think about it. He doesn’t know that you weren’t really into that guy and only went out with him a couple of times because you felt like you were missing out on something, he doesn’t know that you don’t really believe in love since the person you want to be with won’t ever reciprocate your feelings. He doesn’t know any of these things - so maybe coming to him for advice was the wrong decision. 

“You don’t believe there’s the perfect guy for you out there?” Chan inquires, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares at you confused. Part of him is glad the conversation shifted to a less mature topic. 

“Do you?”

“It’s impolite to answer one’s question with another question.” Chan points out, and feels like he just dodged a very dangerous bullet. 

You do. You do believe there’s someone who’s perfect for you, who’d treat you just right and make you the happiest human in the whole world, the problem is - you think it’s Chan, but you can’t tell him that. You can’t tell him you always had a soft spot for him, you can’t tell him you wish he weren’t friends with your brother - things would be easier that way. You can’t tell him any of that. 

“It would never work out.”, you cut it short. 

“Oh, so there is someone.” Chan teases. “Why are you being so pessimistic? Why would it never work out?”, he asks. 

“It’s complicated.”, you try to avoid answer his question directly. “Plus, I’m sure he doesn’t even see me as a woman.”, you let out a bitter chuckle as you fidget with your rings. 

“Now, what does this even mean?” Chan looks at you with a confused expression, an eyebrow quirked at you. “Why wouldn’t he see you as a woman?”, he inquires.

Who could this guy possibly be?, Chan can’t help but wonder. He must be blind or something. You are a woman, a beautiful, stunning woman - with the curves in the right places and the prettiest smile Chan’s ever seen. This guy must be really stupid and he’s missing out on a lot, Chan thinks. 

“Chan…”, you swallow the lump in your throat. “Do you? See me… as a woman?” And not only as your best friend’s sister?, you want to add.

Chan thinks is about to have a stroke, but luckily for him his phone rings - saving him from having to answer your question. However, you don’t miss the way his eyes widen and body freezes, and it hits you - he’ll never see you like you see him. You’ll be nothing more than Jisung’s sister in his eyes, and you’ll never stand a chance. You’ll never get the chance to be the one who makes him happy. 

“N-Never mind.”, you mutter, tears already prickling in your eyes as you stand up from the couch and head to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

-

What feels like an eternity later but are, probably, ten minutes - someone knocks on your door. Someone being Chan, but from the other side of the door you can’t know it. For all you know, it could be your brother or, you know, a murderer - which seems to be a better option than facing Chan right now anyways. 

But of course it’s Chan. 

“Y/n?”, he calls softly from the hallway. 

You could pretend to be asleep. Or just ignore him and pretend you were wearing headphones and didn’t hear him if he ever brings up the subject. Maybe the earth could swallow you whole. Maybe an asteroid could blow up the Earth in about five seconds to save you from the embarrassment of having to face Chan after the madness that took place in your living room? Your hopes on the asteroid are high. But the five seconds eventually pass, and you’re still in your bedroom, very much alive, and Chan is still on the other side of the door. 

“What do you want?”, your intention was to sound brave and strong, but your voice is incredibly little as you speak. You get closer to the door, but you don’t open it.

He hesitates. “Your… uh, it was your brother - on the phone.”, he clears his throat. “He’s gonna come home late. Apparently there’s been a car crash and the main road is completely blocked, he’s bottled up in traffic.”, he explains. 

“Oh.”

So that’s why he’s here. To pass the message of your brother. Not because he’d been thinking about your words and suddenly realized he loves you and wants to marry you and that you’re basically the love of his life and wants to have lots of babies with you? Disappointed, but not surprised. 

“I also wanted to…”, he hesitates. “Can we- can we talk?”

That damn asteroid better be on its way. 

“About what?”

You know what he wants to talk about, you’re not stupid. You felt so brave in the living room, ten minutes ago, and now? Now you’re staring at a closed door, heart beating loud in your chest as you’re trying to find a solution for the mess you created. Nobody but you. Not Chan, you.

“About… Can you… Could you open the door? Please.”

Giving up on the silly and improbable, yet not impossible, idea of the asteroid, you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, a few seconds away from closing the distance with Chan. Are you ready to face him? Not really. It wasn’t in your plans to end your night with being rejected by your crush, but hey - this is the life, you guess. 

When you swing the door open, he’s standing there, in his stupid oversized sweatshirt and tight jeans, looking absolutely fucking handsome and all you want to do is slam the door in his stupidly stunning face, get under the covers and basically never ever leave your bed again. How can someone look so hot in just a plain sweatshirt and skinny jeans, by the way?

You’re both clearly embarrassed - standing in front of each other awkwardly. What are you even supposed to say? He seems to be equally uncomfortable. 

“You can… come in.”, you mumble, stepping aside to let him inside your bedroom. You figure it’s better than discussing whatever it is that he wants to talk about standing on the doorstep of your room. 

It leads to you sitting uncomfortably on your bed, knees to your chest, and Chan sat on the gamin chair in your room, fidgeting with his rings, avoiding looking in your direction. You wonder what’s the point in being in the same room if neither of you is going to talk. 

“What did you want to ta-“

“Why did you ask me if I see you as a woman?”

You speak in unison, voices overlapping. Well, this is awkward. What’s even more awkward - is that you’re now staring at each other, looking each other in the eyes. Of course that’s what he wanted to talk about. 

You sigh. “It’s you.”

Chan looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as he asks - “Me?”, he genuinely doesn’t know what you’re referring to.

You nod. “You asked me if I believe there’s the perfect guy out there. It’s you.”

“Me?”, he asks again, this time in a high-pitched voice. 

You nod again.

“It’s always been you, Chan. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t notice before.”, you chuckle, breaking the eye contact, fidgeting with the hem of your pajama pants. “I’ve liked you since I was thirteen.”, you confess, blushing a bit, because it feels surreal - to tell him all of this, to pour his heart to him on a random Friday night, in your bedroom. 

He’s sincerely speechless, his brain still trying to process your words. You like him. You like him. Him, Bang Christopher Chan. Him. Since you were thirteen. And you think he’s the perfect guy for you. Him. And you think it’d never work out between you. Why would you think that? Oh, right, Jisung. And you think he doesn’t see you as a woman? You must be crazy. 

Noticing he’s been silent for a while now, you decide to break the silence, despite the palpable tension. “Listen, just- just forget everything. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”, you still wouldn’t look at him. “You can go on with your life pretending I didn’t just confess my feelings for you and I’ll go on pretending I don’t have them.”

Chan blinks a few times, looking at your figure. You look so delicate and fragile, hugging your knees to your chest, and he feels the need to protect you, to take care for you. 

“I can’t do that.”, he manages to say after what feels like an eternity. 

Your head immediately snaps in his direction, meeting his warm, chocolate eyes. “Why?”

Chan runs one hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit, then takes a deep breath. He stands up from your chair and sits on the bed next to you. You try not to cringe at the fact that he’s wearing his outside clothes on your freshly washed sheets - it’s not the focus right now, you can always change them and throw them in the washing machine. His clothes are definitely not the focus when he takes your hand in his, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. 

“Because I have feelings for you, too.”

If the asteroid is on its way, it better reverse right now.

“What?” Chan chuckles at your shocked expression, your jaw practically on the floor. 

He nods. “I always tried to ignore them, tho. You know, because of…” he doesn’t say his name, but you know he’s talking about your brother. “Have had them for a while now. Not as long as you, but long enough to know it’s not just a crush.”

It all feels surreal, but then Chan continues. 

“So, to answer your question - yes, I do see you as a woman.”, his words make your stomach twist - in a good way, of course. “A beautiful one at that.”, he whispers the last words. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. Automatically, you’re both leaning towards each other until your foreheads are pressed together and your noses brushing. You’re sure you’re blushing, and he’s flustered, too.

“Chan can you… can we kiss?”, you whisper.

Chan is taken aback by your request, but it makes his legs feel weak nonetheless. A million thoughts are running through his head right now, most of them featuring your brother, but in the end he comes to the conclusion that you’re both adults and that you can make your own decisions and deal with the consequences later, together. 

So, he closes his eyes and kisses you.

There’s nothing promiscuous in the way he presses his lips against yours, nothing dirty. It’s just a chaste, innocent kiss, however it makes your head spin nonetheless. His plump, soft lips feel a million times better than what you imagined. It’s you who decides to take a step further - deepening the kiss, biting and licking his lower lip, and Chan swears he can feel his soul leave his body. 

He doesn’t pull away. In fact, he places his hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you closer. In a matter of seconds, he’s laying on his back on your mattress, and you’re still kissing him, propped up on one elbow as you cup his face with your free hand. However, Chan’s body instantly freezes when he feels you moving said hand from his face to his jawline, then his neck, then his chest, then his abdomen, and then… he stops you before you can cup his hard-on by wrapping his hands around your wrists, gently. 

When he pulls away from the kiss, his lips are swollen, and it makes you throb knowing it’s because of you. Because he’s been kissing you. Tho, you look at him with a questioning look on your face. 

“Maybe we should wait.” Chan whispers, running his other hand through your hair. 

You blink a few times. “Oh - right. I’m sorry, it’s okay if you don’t want this.”, you mutter, embarrassed, breaking the eye contact. 

Chan is quick to say - “No, no, wait. I do want this - I want this very much.”, he clarifies. “It’s just - I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I can wait.”, he moves a lock of hair from your face, looking you in the eyes. 

You smile at him, a smile that warms his heart. “I want this, Chan. I’m not feeling pressured.”, you reassure him, tho he still doesn’t look convinced. 

“Are you sure?”, he inquires. You nod. “One hundred percent?” You nod again. 

“You said it before, that it should be with the right person.”, you repeat his words. “And I think you’re the one.”

You don’t recall how it happened, you only know that ten minutes later, both your and Chan’s clothes are scattered on the floor of your bedroom. He’s in his boxer, sitting on your bed, still kissing you, who are in just your oversized t-shirt and panties. His kisses slowly move from your lips to the corner of your mouth until he ends up kissing your jawline. By the time his lips brush the skin of your neck, you’re insanely wet, and can’t wait to feel him closer. 

When you cup his hard cock, albeit still confined in his underwear, Chan thinks he’s about to die right there, right now. That’s it. His life ends like this - with a platonic handjob over his black boxers. However, he feels very much alive when you touch him properly - your hand finding its way under the waistband, cock harder than a fucking piece of metal. 

“Oh, my God.”, he exhales after you give his length a long stroke. 

You pump his length a few more times, before your movements come to a halt. Chan looks at you with a questioning look on his face, concerned - is this making you uncomfortable? You don’t want this anymore? It’s perfectly fine if you don’t, he just wants to make sure you two are still okay. 

“I want to… try something, if that’s okay with you.”, you speak softly. 

Chan nods, then swallows the lump in his throat when you hook your fingers on the sides of his underwear, motioning for him to take them off. He does, standing up from the bed as he lets the dark piece of fabric slide down his thick thighs. Your eyes widen at the sight - you’ve never seen a more beautiful dick. Not that you’ve seen many in real life, only the one of the guy you dated for a short period of time but, you know, you’ve seen a lot in porn. And Chan’s is the prettiest of them all. Average length, you suppose, but a bit thicker and absolutely perfect. 

Chan is about to sit on the bed, when all of a sudden, in a matter of seconds, you’re kneeling right in front of him, making his heart jump in his throat. 

“It’s-… I…”, you stutter, clearly embarrassed. All the confidence you previously had suddenly vanished.

“You don’t have to.” Chan is quick to reassure you, caressing the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair. 

“I want to.”, you correct him. “It’s just - I’ve never done it before. I don’t… know how to.”, you confess, your puffy cheeks blushing a little as you admit you’ve never sucked a cock in your life to your ultimate crush. 

Chan feels a shiver running all over his body, and he doesn’t know why - but his cock gets even harder. It should feel wrong, to be so turned on by a confession, especially if it’s coming from your best friend’s sister. But you look so innocent, kneeling before him, your mouth is only a few inches away from his hard, leaking cock, and Chan can’t stop the dirty thoughts that are now running through his head. The thought of being the first cock you’ll wrap your lips around is making him go feral. Maybe he should stop you - it doesn’t feel right, he feels like he’s about to commit something morally wrong and unacceptable, betraying his own friend, corrupting your innocence like that, even though you told him you want it, you want him. 

“You- you really don’t have to.”, he repeats. 

“You already said that.”, you chuckle. “I really want to, tho, Chan.”, you say once again. “Just- tell me what to do. I want to make you feel good.”

Chan’s soul is definitely burning in hell, he’s gone too far for the Lord to save his soul now. You’re looking at him through your eyelashes, beautiful doe eyes staring into his soul, and for a second there - it feels like you’re the one corrupting him, tempting him, driving him crazy. 

“It’s- just… you can start by, uh- licking the underside.”, the words that leave his mouth sound even dirtier because he’s saying them to you. 

You nod, still looking him in the eye as you proceed to do exactly what he said, wrapping your hand around his base. You lick your lips, damping them, and Chan feels like he’s about to have a stroke. And then, before he has the time to process what’s taking place in your bedroom, he feels your warm, wet tongue on his cock, and a loud sound falls from his lips. You do as he said, licking a long stripe that goes from his thick base to his leaking tip.

“D-Do that again.”, he chokes. 

It shouldn’t feel go good, it shouldn’t feel so good, it shouldn’t feel so good - that’s what he keeps thinking. You repeat your last action - licking the underside of his hard member once again, collecting the little drop of pre-cum that leaked from his tip, tasting him, and his mind feels suddenly empty. 

“Fuck- you drive me crazy.”, he closes his eyes, the sight of your mouth on his cock is too much for him to take. “Now take- take the tip inside. Just the tip.”, he instructs. 

You nod, then wrap your lips around his cockhead. Chan has had his fair share of blowjobs throughout his life - but he swears none of them ever felt this way. Because none of the girls was you, that’s the harsh truth he has to accept. He hisses at the sight of your small mouth around his not-so-small dick, your pretty eyes still still staring at him as you witness him unravel under your touch. 

“Now s-suck”, he stutters. 

He brings his hand on your face as he watches you take his cock in your mouth - when suddenly he finds himself thinking of forbidden thoughts. For instance, that his is the first cock you sucked, that no one else before him had the privilege. He’s your first time doing something so promiscuous. He has you in a way no one has ever had you, and it’s making him going feral.

“Try a bit deeper now, love.”

You moan around his length at the pet name, and Chan can clearly see you clenching your legs as an attempt at relieving some of the tension you’re feeling. He wants to tell you that you don’t have to worry - that he’s going to take care of you, that he’s in charge of your pleasure tonight and, hopefully, from now on. 

To be honest, you’re not skilled enough to take his whole length in, of course, and only manage to take half of it without choking on it, being careful not to hurt him with your teeth, but it’s more than enough for Chan - to be honest, he’s already practically detaining himself from orgasming.

“I’m- I’m so close”, he pants, entangling his fingers in your hair. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”, he warns you. 

You have no intention of pulling away, not when you’re about to see him lose himself in his pleasure. You feel incredibly proud at the thought that it’s because of you. You suck harder, tasting him against your tongue, wanting to make him feel good, better.

“Seriously…”, he hisses, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen. “I’m - so close.”, he moans. You don’t pull away; in fact, you suck harder. “I’m- fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.”

He shoots inside your mouth before he can stop himself, filling your mouth with his release, kicking his head back and closing his eyes as sweet sounds escape his parted lips and his body is shaken by a shiver. You’re curious about how he tastes, and that encourages you to swallow his release. You read a lot about what cum tastes like - some like it, others absolutely despite it; you have to admit, it tastes differently than what you expected, but not necessarily in a bad way. 

“I’m sorry.”, Chan pants, not fully recovered from his intense high. You frown, looking at him confused. “For… you know, finishing in your mouth.”, he mumbles. 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, then smile at him, cheeks red. “Don’t be, I wanted you to.”, you admit. “I liked it.”

Despite coming, Chan’s dick is still hard, and he’s nearly ready to go again. Not without giving you an equally mind-blowing orgasm in return. Soon, you’re lying on your bed with his body between your legs, his lips on yours, hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt, rubbing against your most sensitive spot, making you whimper. 

“Can I return the favor?”, he whispers on your lips, eyes staring into yours. 

You nod timidly, which is ridiculous considering the fact you had his cock in your mouth only a couple of minutes ago, but it’s different now. He helps you take off your oversized t-shirt, letting it fall on the floor without a care in the world, revealing your naked chest to him and you suddenly feel exposed. The next thing he does is hook his fingers on each side of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, taking in the sight of your naked body, a sight that makes his head spin. 

“You’re so beautiful.”, he mumbles, placing a soft kiss on your navel which makes you shiver, getting goosebumps all over your naked body. 

He leaves a series of kisses that go from your navel to your groin, but he doesn’t touch you right where you need him the most. Instead, he kisses your inner thigh, licking and scraping the soft flesh with his teeth, before he brings two fingers to his mouth, coating them in his own spit. Your eyes widen and your breath gets caught in your throat when he places those fingers precisely on your clit - finding it on the first try. He continues kissing you inner thigh as he touches your clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, albeit slowly as his kisses get closer and closer to your sweet spot. 

The moan that leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around your clit has him buckling his hips against the sheets in desperate need of some friction. He touches you there with his fingers, lips and tongue at the same time. Then, he drags his fingers all the way to your entrance, still making out with your clit as wet sounds fill your bedroom, but feels you freeze under his touch. 

“Can I?”, he asks, then places another kiss on your clit as his head snaps up in your direction. 

You prop yourself on your elbows, and nod slowly. “It’s… No one has ever…you know.”, you’re a bit embarrassed to admit, even though it’s perfectly normal. 

“Not even… you?” Chan’s a bit embarrassed to ask you such a personal question.

You shake your head as a no, and blush a little. “I usually, uh… do it from the outside.”

Here it is again - the warmth in Chan’s stomach, the shiver down his spine. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head, as his fingers circle your wet entrance. 

“Don’t do this to me…”, he sighs, his hair tickling the skin of your inner thigh. 

“Do what?”, you ask, confused. 

“You… keep saying these things to me and it makes me wanna-“, he rests his forehead on your belly, one arm wrapped around your leg and his fingers on your cunt. The words die in his mouth. 

“It makes you wanna?”, you run one hand through his dark chocolate hair, encouraging him to continue. 

He sighs. “It makes me wanna have you.”, he mumbles against your skin. “In way no one has had you, in ways that feel… forbidden. It shouldn’t turn me on this much.”, he shamefully admits. “It feels almost… wrong, you know?”

“What feels wrong?”

“That I’m turned on by the idea of being your first.”, he exhales. “Before, when you, uh… you don’t know the effect it had on me - seeing you with your lips around me, knowing that I was your first…”, he groans out of frustration. 

You can’t help but chuckle at his confession. “Are you saying you’re feeling guilty because the idea of having sex with me turns you on?”

He sighs, still avoiding eye-contact with you. “It’s not just that.”, he shakes his head. “It’s the thought of being the first to do certain kind of things to you, you know? It feels like… I’m corrupting your innocence or something.”, he whispers the last words, ashamed of himself for voicing that thought. 

“Chan, hey…”, his eyes finally meet yours. You smile warmly at him, showing him that you’re not turned off, neither grossed out by his confession. “It’s okay.”, you reassure him. “It turns me on, too - that you’re the first to do these kind of things to me. You don’t know how many times I thought about this.”

Chan whimpers almost instinctively at your confession. “Really?”

You nod. “It feels so good - knowing that it’s not a dream this time, that it’s all real.”

He begins to slowly move his fingers up and down your slit once again, feeling how wet you are for him, and suddenly he feels less bad about the whole situation - especially after learning that you feel the same about this. He nods, suddenly a lot more confident, then he resumes leaving kisses on your most intimate spot, bringing his lips and tongue back to where they previously were - on your clit, making you whimper. 

“Tell me if it hurts.”, he whispers against your skin, and then you feel his fingers poking at your entrance. 

Then, he lets the tip of his index slip inside, and you both let out a choked moan - him, because of how tight you feel around his digit; you, because, as opposed to what you were expecting, it doesn’t hurt at all, and it’s not uncomfortable either. Or maybe, you’re just super wet and impatient. 

“Good?” Chan asks you once his finger is fully inside of you. 

You nod vigorously. “Good.”, you confirm. 

He resumes making out with your clit, only this time he slowly pumps his finger inside of you, stretching you open, albeit only slightly. He adds a second finger not too long later, delicately as he pushes it inside your tight walls, careful not to hurt you, getting you to adjust to the feeling. A few minutes later, you recognize the familiar warmth in your stomach, signaling your orgasm is close - how could it not be, when Chan’s eating you out like you’re his favorite meal, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it while pumping his fingers inside of you?

“Channie, I-“ A couple of long sucks on your clit make you reach your high - releasing around Chan’s fingers with a muffled whimper, legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

Chan licks the residual of your arousal from his fingers, moaning as soon as he gets to taste you. “So sweet, love.”, he mumbles, body pressed against yours, face buried in the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. 

You run your fingers through his hair, still trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds spent in complete silence, you murmur - “Chan?”

“Hm?”

“I kind of… want more.”

He snaps his head in your direction, looking at you with wide eyes, as if he’s not sure he heard you right. “More?”, he asks. You nod. “Are you sure, love?” You nod once again. “It’s… a big deal I mean - it’s your first time.”, 

“I’m sure.”, you tell him, and he can tell you’re being honest  “I want it to be with you.” Chan can feel his cock practically throb, tightly pressed against his body and yours - you can feel it. “You don’t want to?”, you ask him, one hand in his hair and the other one caressing his arm and shoulder. “You don’t want to fuck me?”, you whisper on his lips, and he gulps.

You kiss his lips, then his jawline, then nibble his ear - “You don’t want to be my first? Take my virginity?”, you whisper in his ear, and don’t miss the way his body shivers on top of yours - mouth agape as he pants.

“Fuck.”

“Do you want it, Channie?”, you practically moan as you start kissing his neck. “Take me in a way no one has ever done? Make me yours?” 

He instinctively starts to grind his cock against your body in desperate need for friction as the wildest, dirtiest thoughts are running through his head. “Fuck - I do.”, he whimpers when he feels your wetness starting to drip from your pussy, coating his balls as he keeps on grinding against you. “I do. So bad, love. Wanna make you mine.”, he moans. “Wanna be the first to fuck this pretty pussy - fuck, I want to be the last. Wanna make you cum around my cock, fuck. I want it so bad, love.”, he pants, eyes closed as his whole body is a shivering mess. 

“Then take me.”

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[greentrickster]

Okay, all you aspiring writers out there following my blog listen up, I’m about to lore drop something y’all may need to hear.

Now, I’m a Writer, capital letter and everything. It’s not my profession, it’s just what I am, simple as that. I’m thirty-five as I type this, and I’ve been writing for twenty-three of those years. Made the shift from someone who just does essays and stories and stuff for school to someone who Writes when I was twelve and decided, “I am going to write a Novel.”

Which I did.

Took me four years to finish, a hundred pages on Microsoft Word, single space, because that’s how long I thought it needed to be if it was going to be a novel.

And, y’all.

It’s bad.

Like, so bad.

Like, “I’m not even going to tell you what it’s about, only that it exists, this is a chapter of my life to be mentioned in passing, you will see no more, the way is shut, it was made by the dead and the dead keep it” levels of bad.

While I was doing this, I also wrote a lot of poetry. Some of that was okay. One of my ADHD powers is having a very good ear for both rhyme and rhythm, which is enough to get you labeled as the class poet in 5th  grade.

You won’t be seeing any of that either.

It’s not on par with the novel, but like... no one needs to be exposed to my teen-years poetry with the knowledge that that’s what it is.

Being a 1988 model, I didn’t discover fanfiction until about 2006. I was eighteen. The first thing I wrote was an absolute crack!fic that people enjoyed at the time, but which none of you will ever see without accessing the dark web or something similar because I’ve removed it from the legitimate internet. In fact, maybe just kind of treat anything of mine that I wrote before 2010 with extreme caution. And, even then, it’s not until 2014 that we get to my works that are still online which I look back at and go, “That? I’m still really proud of.”

It wasn’t until 2015/2016 that I started seeing myself not as someone who wanted to be a writer, but who already was one.

And it wasn’t until I was a decent start into writing my second mega!fic in 2020 that I looked down and realized that I might be writing something really special. Something that I was so proud of that I didn’t care that it was fanfiction, I was willing to talk to random people about it, because I felt so good and confident about what I was writing.

And that’s actually the point I’m trying to make. When people like me say, “Oh yeah, I’ve been writing for twenty-three years,” it’s not a statement of “Lol, I’m better than you, I’ve been at the top of my game forever, you’ll never catch up.” It’s a statement of, “Writing is a cumulative activity. If I’m good now, it’s because I’ve been doing this for a very long time, maybe longer than you’ve been alive. Look at where twenty-three years of work and practice have gotten me. And, much more importantly... think about where you are right now, and where twenty-three years of work, practice, and life experience will get you.”

Because there are a lot of young writers who I would absolutely consider my equals, don’t think I don’t see you there on AO3 and other places! And that’s what I always wonder when I think of how old you are compared to how old I am. Many of you are so much farther along the path of honing your skills than I was at your age... how much farther along will you be when you’re my age? Keep working at it and you’ll only get better, gain more polish, shine brighter. So many of you are already gems, and it’s my very dear hope that I’ll get to watch you become stars.

#writing stuff #writing advice #writers

[hrdenha]

— little love | l.hs, s.jy

synopsis: there you are in between of the two of your favorite people, so caught up in comfort that they gave after a long, tiring month. well, feeling your holes getting filled by them wasn't a bad idea either.

pairings: bestfriend!lee heeseung x reader x bestfriend!sim jaeyun

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! twisted little story thus, twisted heejake. reader is sleeping at first. somnophilia as a consented fantasy. threesome, oral s*x, penetr*tion, kind of has corruption k*ink.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — !

since it's heetober and soon to be jake-nover (?), i decided to write polysmut (? not sure if that's what its called). lol, who am i kidding? It doesn't have any connection with hee and jake's birthday month. i just want to lessen the growing number of this blog's drafts. this smut has been accumulating spider webs since last year so i decided to finally continue and release it. well, i hope you enjoy it and pls let me know what you think. i need feedback so MUCH

There's this unknown wet yet slippery feeling that was constantly pulling you out of your dreamless sleep. Your mind was somehow groggy, your head filled with empty spaces but it's rather heavy.

The wet thing travels all over your body until it stops on top of your nerve endings. As the heavy feeling in your head was slowly but surely lifted up while you woke up so were your senses.

You felt a pair... no, not just a pair but even two sets of hands stroking your body. One has you down there while the other dominates the uppers.

A thin line between pleasure and distraught was drawn. You can't help but sigh in comfort, doing so as if it were the signal that finally blurred the said line.

You huff, eyes trying to slowly open on their own, seemingly alarmed by the new fiasco inside your head. One can even feel the dust formed on your cornea from the long sleep you just had. Slowly, albeit surely. As though, you were afraid that this fine affection would vanish as soon as you woke up.

Oh, but you were wrong.

The room was dark and silent. Still, it has a familiar inkling. There's an opened yet volumed TV in the corner thus, it was the only one that lightens the room though in a minimal manner.

Right, you remembered. It's Friday night. Heeseung and Jake decided to visit you for another movie night of the month. You recall how you laughed at Jake's corny jokes with Heeseung while all of you had your favorite food and drinks on hand. How Jake pouted, complaining you forgot about them. Of course, you responded with a peer smile, which you don't want to admit despite it being true for some reason.

You're so busy these days with your college life that you don't have the time to worry about other matters. Thus, this arrangement also takes a toll on your health. And as much as you like spending time with both of them, you can't help but fall asleep. Being in between the two of your favorite people helped you be lulled into the arms of sleep. Completely oblivious about what comes next.

As your mind processes the daily events, you hear a moan in front of you. Looking down at the sound, you saw Jake wholeheartedly sucking your breast. The sight caught you off guard though, in a good way, your lips can't help but release a mewl.

The sound causes Jake to open his eyes, looking up to meet yours, something that makes your breath shake.

The darkness and lust lurking in his eyes fight in contrast to how fluffy his black hair comes undone just above, covering a little portion of his eyes. And, the way the moonlight shines brightly just behind him, makes him look more ethereal.

Jake smirked before releasing your right breast with a pop, "Little love was finally awake! I thought you were gonna miss the party just like what you always do"

You wanted to ask, but suddenly —

A chuckle was heard from behind— at the same time, vibration rolled over your back, "You're awake, y/n?" Heeseung whispered lovingly in your ear before sucking it.

"Wh-what?" You managed to let out, demented blood flowing in your veins as the two men before you released low laughs at your reaction.

"Are you loving it? Does it feel good, love?" Jake coo-ed, humming at the end of his sentence before licking your bare nipples with his soft tongue, eyes boring into you.

"We didn't forget about the promise we made last time, little love" Heeseung whispered, taking in your scent with his eyes closed, rubbing his hands lovingly on your sides.

"We told you that we're gonna take care of you and look how we're doing well" Jake cheered while still assaulting your breast. He said those phrase unconcerned, as if there's nothing wrong to begin with.

You didn't say anything but Heeseung felt your doubts and he's determined to blur it down. "Y/N..." Heeseung whispered, and you felt like heaven just stumped on you.

Why is he calling you by your name? It should be little love, right?

You hummed in protest, courage wasn't enough for your voice to come out. Despite this, the older of the two understands it without problem.

Heeseung smiled when his eyes meet with yours. Hesitation was nowhere found everywhere on your orbs. Not one bit.

Unconsciously, you put one of your hands behind his head pushing heeseung onto yours as both of you share a messy kiss. Tongue on each other, exploring every cavern of your mouth.

"Fuck, this is the hottest scene I've seen in my life" Jake whispered causing you to cut your connection with heeseung ang look at the man who just talked.

You were sitting so well-behaved on his hyung's lap, like a pretty canvas displayed for someone with artistic eyes, waiting to be worshipped. And that someone is Jake, the one who's vocally appreciating every curve and flaw you have with deep fascination.

Heeseung's tongue brought you back to the reality of land. His clapper traveled on your neck, right hand etching fine circles on your clit. His left hand prodded on your hips keeping you intact on his lap while Jake deliciously suck on your breast, his right hand playing with your left nipples whilst his left hand caressed your body lovingly leaving you breathless.

It was fucking crazy. You were going crazy. Perhaps, that's their unsaid vow and it is definitely effective. You just can't help but want more.

"hmm— S-stop..." Both of them stared at you further observing your reaction though their hands continuously doing it's god-given work.

"Oh, really?" The younger asks, "Do you really want us to stop?" You felt him pinching your buds painfully yet surprisingly, it just made you yearn for more. "Do you really want Heeseung hyung to stop playing with this?" He whispered, putting his finger inside you. His eyes held a mischievous glint at the sound it released.

You didn't answer but the way you swallowed your objections was enough for Jake to continue his rendezvous. He smiled at you, so sweet, so innocent. A smile he always gives you on a daily basis. It made you feel safe, made you melt in their arms.

"Do you trust Seungie?" Heeseung suddenly asked peeking from your side, his eyes bare an innocent hue. "Y-yes..." A flick was felt on your clit, making you flinch in pleasure.

"Then, do you also trust jakey?" He asked once again, and this time your voice came back in an instant, letting you shout a frustrated, 'Yes!'

Both of the perpetrators chuckled, humming with their honey-glazed voices while gazing at you with lust-filled eyes. Jake lick your nipples goodbye one after another before standing up. Heeseung then pulled his hands on your cotton shorts before lifting you up like a bride.

"Let's continue this in your bedroom, little love" Heeseung whispered pecking your lips.

The next thing you knew, the older of the two gently laying you back flat on your bed.

Jake immediately abolished your stubborn cotton shorts, panties still intact while he disregard the way your tight tank top curled on top of your boobs, which he causes because of Jake's lazy antics to push it up onto your chest to soothe the burning flame on his mouth a few minutes ago.

A pair of hands folded your legs up, not sure who it is as you keep your eyes closed feeling the comfort from every soft touch they did.

"Just like that, love... relax for me" You sure it's jake pecking your forehead his hands gently pinching your nipples, his mouth working on the sweet spots on your neck.

On the other hand, heeseung affectionately caressed your thighs. leaving soft kisses from inside and out, purposely not giving your pussy the attention it needed. You're despairing, from their touch and from the fine dust of lust they wanted you to feel.

There's no doubt that the two men hovering above you, want nothing but you begging for more. And their antics just proved effective.

As heeseung's soft lips travel on your right thigh, jake was taking his time leaving feathery kisses in between your breast. You had enough, whimpering to them as your hips unknowingly lift up.

Unbeknownst to you, so did they. The two of them know how to play this game. They can be patient as long as they need it, but the wet patch on your cotton panties was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Heeseung chuckled, "Someone's impatient..."

You opened your eyes, braving yourself to look straight at both of them. "Please..." As if on queue, a single tear slid down your face then came another staining your naturally blushed cheeks.

That made the men melt on top of you. Spewing nothing but affectionate words in your ears in an attempt to coo you. They wanted this. This is the moment they desire so bad and it's finally here.

You don't know how relieved you are when Heeseung slowly pulls your panties, leaving you with nothing and completely bare. One might feel vulnerable and weak if they're bare and the other party isn't. But surprisingly, Heeseung and jake ensure that you will never ever feel that.

A soft light lighting up the room, soft sheets around you building a soft wave together with your dark brown hair. You felt like an ancient goddess, ready to be filled with love from your loyal devotees.

Heeseung part your legs apart, like someone who's parting the sea. The cold wind made contact causing you to shiver, but heeseung doesn't faze. After all, Jake's up there ensuring your warmth.

"Delicious...", he whispered looking at your folds glistening with your juice. he brought his finger slowly entering you. "And, hot as fuck"

As heeseung did his business, so did jake. He released your lips, looking so proud of how swollen they got while you lay there with your head on the edge of the bed... waiting. Jake then steps back, eyes still on you or rather on your lips. "I want to feel that little mouth you have, little love." Jake whispered, unbuckling his belt. His cock springs out, the tip slapping on his navel with pre-cum oozing out of its head. It looks angry and pink.

"You have a pretty dick, jakey..." You absentmindedly said. That made the two of them chuckled.

"Then, can you help me out with my pretty cock?" You released a shaky 'yes'. "Open wide, little love" And, you did. You opened your mouth as Jake pushed inside. He was so thick that you gag immediately even before his tip reached your throat. And when it does, you feel like you're floating somewhere.

He started slowly, pumping his veiny and thick cock in and out with affection as if he's scared it might scare you. That made you relax. You didn't know having a dick inside your mouth can make you float somewhere.

But then, someone has to pull you down to from the heavens. You flinched when suddenly you felt a tongue on your sensitive clit, teasing it.

It's heeseung, practically torturing you and your pussy from the other side of the bed.

You were so focus on pleasuring jake that you forgot heeseung had you down there. Nothing to worry about though, it's part of the plan. You just didn't know it yet.

Heeseung then had enough, you felt his presence standing up towering over you. The clanking of metal on his belt was the next thing you heard aside from the groans jake was voicing.

"Hurry up, hyung. I can't take it anymore."

The older one didn't bat an eye, instead he immediately brush his cock on your folds tainting it with your love juices. Heeseung even got cocky when he decided to slap your clit with his dick, sending waves through your body.

"A little patient, Jake. I'm still having fun..." Upon hearing it, you softly tap jake's thighs that were still rutting in your mouth. Thankfully, he understands it as jake slowly pulled out.

You lift your head, gazing your eyes to heeseung. "Please, seungie. I need you inside."

The way you fucking beg. "Fuck. Alright, love. Can't say no to that"

Heeseung then, without a word sink deep inside you. "Ugh! Fuck, heeseung!" You moaned in pleasure.

"You're so tight, little love! So. Fucking. Tight." He groaned hovering over you before taking your lips.

"Okay, you guys. I'm gonna get jealous if y/n wouldn't give me her attention now." Jake complained as heeseung released your lips. "You're such a baby, jakey." You teased looking at him as you lay your head back on the bed, your hand taking his length and pumping it before opening your mouth.

The next thing you knew, both of their dicks buried inside you. They started slow and light then gradually picked up their pace. The way heeseung thrust deep inside you made your legs quiver. Jake wasn't letting you go, either. His pretty balls slaps on your nose every thrust making your breathing limited as the tip hits your throat and his free hand travels to give your nipples some attention.

"Fuck, y/n! You're taking me so well." Jake groaned, tracing the bulge from his cock that formed on your throat.

"She's clenching me so well. Our little love is such a slut." Heeseung added. "Are you gonna cum, love? Do you want to cum?" He asked, anticipating an answer from you even though Jake's cock was buried deep inside your throat.

You didn't need to answer though, heeseung knows. That's when he started putting pressure on your lower abdomen, feeling you clenching and moaning even though jake occupied your mouth. You moaned like you didn't care. The pleasure was intense. It feels so fucking good and you can't even scream. So, you moan even if Jake hits your throat with such precision. It sends continuous vibrations to his cock that made him a moaning mess on top of you.

"Naughty" Jake whispered, his hands making it's way on top of your throat giving it a little squeeze.

The pleasure then doubles as the sounds of groans, moans, skin slapping, and cussing gets louder and louder. The room practically smells like sex. You're getting dizzy from the intense pleasure their cock was giving to you. You're getting crazier, you even swear like passing out. The pleasure on your pussy and your throat meet at the center of your body. It didn't take long to feel the bubbling feeling inside you.

"You're gonna cum, love? Cum on my cock, y/n" Heeseung groaned still putting pressure on your lower abdomen as he mercilessly thrust inside you.

"Shit!" Jake cursed feeling your throat tightening more than ever. And before you know it, you let go. It didn't took long before the two men on top of you released their frustrations inside. Jake deep on your throat while heeseung deep inside you, mixing his cum with yours.

Jake slowly pulled out before letting his body fall beside you, giving you the chance to swallow his cum before trying to stabilize your breath. Heeseung on the other hand is still buried inside you, afraid that a drop can be wasted.

You tried to keep your eyes open and your mind alert. But, your body was the one complaining. There are black dots travelling across your vision and it didn't took long before you finally black out.

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You didn't know how long you sleep, you're still tired but you're also loving the comfort. You silently opened your eyes, as your throat unconsciously released a hum that you regret after.

You looked around, you're still in your room but everything was changed. Your sheets are new. You don't feel sticky or sweaty just like what you always feel after sex. You're on your favorite clothes which is heeseung's clothes, which is also very big compare to you.

The door on your room opened, revealing two men walking closer to you.

"Hey, little love. How do you feel?" Heeseung asked, taking a seat on your bed beside you while Jake took the part behind him as both of them put all their attention to you.

"I-m... fine" You tried to say but your throat still hurts. It's not a surprise though knowing how intense the evens earlier. So, instead of your full voice, you just tried to whisper it, trying not to irritate your throat more.

Heeseung then look at jake with sharp glares albeit jokingly, "Why are you so harsh and intense?" He questioned the younger one before hitting Jake's thigh that was place on top of your bed. The poor man yelp, screaming as he didn't anticipate the action of his hyung

Jake then pathetically put his arms up, "I'm sorry! Can't help it. And, beside..." But then, he put it down. His face now full of mischief with that teasing smirk, "Y/n loves it. Right, little love?"

You blushed but nodded otherwise. The two men chuckled, cooing at the way you got shy.

"You did good, little love" Heeseung whispered kissing your lips and Jake with your forehead. They both smiled at you as they started to take care of your needs. That's when you realized they have a food with them this whole time.

Breakfast in bed, just for their little love.

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FEW MOMENTS BEFORE YOU WOKE UP

"You think we pulled it off, hyung?" Jake whispered, eyes focused on your sleeping face.

"Yeah" Jake thought the Heeseung will say something afterwards but silence wrap the room.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure so."

"This wouldn't drive her away from us right?" Jake once again, asked. His voice suddenly filled with worry at the thought that they might've scared you away. They still haven't had the chance to propose to you the idea of that relationship, so what if you run away before they do that?

Heeseung clicked his tongue, finally meeting his younger friend's gaze, "Jake, relax..." he said patting the man's shoulder. "She's the one who request this from us. She love this as much as we love it."

Jake hummed recalling how you literally beg them to fuck you at the same time.

So, we're not the only one feeling this?

You don't know how long they've been waiting to make you sit there and just beg on their knees to allow them to fuck you at the same time. How relieved and happy they are when you're thinking the same thing.

Well, The only thing is that you're drunk when you said that. But that doesn't matter. As long as they give you what you need then that's what matter the most.

"... I just know this wouldn't be the last time we're doing this with her so, your worries shouldn't be welcome here" Heeseung said, now looking at your sleeping figure.

Jake smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears. "We're ready when that happens."

"Yes, we are. We always are."

— note !

since it's heetober and soon to be jake-nover (?), i decided to write polysmut (? not sure if that's what its called). And, who am i kidding? It doesn't have any connection with hee and jake's birthday month. i just want to lessen the growing number of this blog's drafts. this smut has been accumulating spider webs since last year so i decided to finally continue and release it. well, i hope you enjoyed it and pls let me know what you think. i need feedback so MUCH

© hrdenha | 2023

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