#just wanted to share what their story is through this outline

[kimmiessimmies]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

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I have an extensive process for my story posts.

Timeline. The whole story is set out in a timeline. This is an Excel document outlining what is happening when. The timeline is very much a living document in the sense that I change it constantly. Things happen as I go that spark new ideas, and then new chapters are added to the timeline. But there's an outline, I know where I'm going. 😊

Writing. My story (and the timeline) is divided into chapters. First, I write a chapter. Very much like a book. I write all the dialogues, all the narrative and I make notes about things I want to add in image later.

Pose selection / scripting. I take my written chapter and go through it scene by scene pre-selecting poses from my database (a folder system) I think will fit what I want to tell/show in this scene.

Setting up. Downloading things I need for a scene, setting up the location, dressing Sims, getting everyone where they need to be.

Shooting. I shoot my chapter scene by scene. Pose, shoot, pose, shoot. It takes a while...

Adapting. While I shoot, I adapt my chapter. I change things depending on the shot I could get. Sometimes something unexpected happens in a shoot which prompts me to rewrite a large chunk of my chapter. I don't mind that, I like when the unexpected influences the story.

Select and edit. I go through my pictures and select and edit the ones I plan to use. Most edits are minor, just adapt light and frame the shot. But sometimes I need to do some drawing to make up for clipping. Most of my shots never make it into the story. 😄

Combine text and image. I go to WordPress first and put the chapter together; image, text, image, text, etc. I don't publish yet.

Simblr. Finally, it's Simblr time. I cut up the WordPress post, deciding which points are good places to do this, add tags etc and queue it all.

Coming Up. I put up my "Coming Up on A Taste of Honey" post a day before my chapter starts running.

And we're off! When I have a running chapter, my first story post of the day always goes live at 13:00 / 1pm (GMT +1) and then every half hour. Usually three posts a day, sometimes two, sometimes four. Depending on the flow.

For all non-story posts I don't really have a system. I try to plan replies to asks, taggames and random character posts in the same time-rhythm as the story posts, but sometimes it's more random.

Thanks for asking! Sorry for the essay, I hope it was at least somewhat interesting. I'm curious to see other answers to this question. 😊

#sqotd #asked and answered #about the process #text post

[bajanimation]

Hello!  So I’ve had this story in my head for my characters, and was finally able to get it down into a story outline.  The story is ever changing as I continuously change and mold it as I play round in their world, but these are the parts that are the most solid, and I wanted to get it out so maybe you could understand my characters I draw a little bit better, or see what’s going on in my head.  And big shout out to my mom who helped me write and edit my outline!

The Adventures of Ali and Bay

Part 1

Bay decides to become a famous inventor. “Why wait? I can start doing that right now.” Acting on impulse he fixes up an old airship, leaves a letter for his parents and starts on his road trip. He’s going to start his business and get his name and inventions out there.

Bay sees an uncharted floating island and stops to re-stock his supplies. He hides the airship, not wanting anyone to know that an underaged pilot is flying it. He finds out that the island is called The Maul and that ten years ago, a mysterious wind cut the chains tying the island down sending it drifting away from civilization. With no way to call for help or to escape, the residents are all still trapped on the island.

Ali grew up on The Maul but she longs to leave the island. She is still dealing with her feelings about her father disappearing from the island years ago. She tries to get along with people but it turns out wrong. People hate her anyway. She ends up being the town bully and now does everything she can to be hated. If they’re going to hate her anyway, she may as well make it happen.  

When she sees Bay, she is instantly suspicious. Nobody has ever come on or off the island. What is he doing here? How did he get here? She attacks him. In their scuffle, Bay accidentally grabs Ali’s locket, her prized possession. She becomes enraged and demands that he take her off the island with him. Bay is over-powered but sees an opportunity and negotiates with her. It would be helpful to have a bodyguard and someone strong to carry his things. He offers Ali free food and a travel partner in exchange for these things. Ali thinks this can work and agrees to the arrangement.  It will give her a chance to search for her missing father.

But before long, they have their first misadventure. A worm monster tries to kill them. Bay watches as it swallows Ali alive and runs the other way. But Ali’s magical strength is activated. She cuts her way through the monster and survives.   Bay and Ali have many more adventures involving monsters, magic and furries. Bay tries to sell his inventions but not many people are interested. Ali is still a bully and often gets into trouble with people with her aggressive approach. But even though their relationship started as a business arrangement, Bay now sees her more as a friend. Ali is stand-offish at first, not wanting to admit she is growing fond of “the kid". But as they travel, Bay increasingly becomes the target of others’ retaliation for Ali’s aggression.

When Ali sees Bay being attacked, she goes into a fury and her superpowers are activated. She grows wings and beats up the people attacking Bay. She has to admit to herself that Bay is her friend, not just “the kid”. And she’s not travelling with him just because she made an agreement. She’s travelling with him because she wants to.

Part 2

Bay and Ali are still travelling and having adventures. Bay is still trying to sell his inventions. But they’re fighting monsters for money because they need the cash (and Bay didn’t properly budget for the trip).

Ali wonders what is happening to her. And only when she fights people off her and Bay. Is this magic? The wings? The super strength?

Bay on the other hand is worried about his family. He has been away from home for a long time. His family are probably very worried because after the first note he left, he hasn’t written again to tell them that he is safe. He is worried about getting in trouble and having someone come after him and end his trip prematurely. But it is time to go home.

His parents are very emotional when they see Bay. They worried not knowing where he was and whether he was safe. It takes awhile but Bay assures them that he has been safe and that it was Ali who kept him safe. He asks if she can stay with them as she has nowhere else to go. His parents are thankful to Ali for keeping their son safe and welcome her into their home.

Part 3

Getting used to living at home with his parents and going back to school is harder than Bay imagined. His parents won’t let him out of their sight. School is not easy either. He still has his school friends, Jamie and Quinn but finds out that Jamie has a crush on him. He tries to avoid the subject and hopes that Jamie’s feelings will go away. But they don’t and Jamie asks Bay out on a date. After much fretting, Bay eventually agrees. They end up dating and becoming boyfriends. After awhile Bay develops a crush on Jamie as well.

Ali, on the other hand, is happy to have a place to stay, even if Bay thinks the room she has is way too small. Ali spends time with Alder and Annie, Bay’s dad and mom, but especially with Alder in the garden. It’s time she wishes she had with her own father. Over time, her attitude softens, she is able to explore her feelings about her dad and she slowly becomes accepted into the family.

In time, Jamie and Bay break up after a big fight. Ali, although happy with her new family, feels ready to take in the world with more compassion and wants to travel and explore. Bay’s family tell Ali that she is part of their family and can always come back. As a parting gift, Bay gives Ali a new locket that he made, to replace the one he broke. He gives her a hug as she leaves on her next adventure.

#art #story #writing #story outline #oc #bay #ali #the adventures of ali and bay #TAAB #very hard to get the story in my head out in writing #my mom really helped me out editing and re-writing what i had #also the drawings i've had done for months but struggled figuring out a write up #but it can go here #also their story isn't going to be any more than what I have been making for them #sketches drawings and the occasional comic #this isn't going to be a webcomic or anything #just wanted to share what their story is through this outline

[rubiehart]

thinking about how childhood!best friend trope for jj is just perfect for him

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obviously he has this deep rooted belief from his dad that he’s unlovable and he’ll never be worth anything more than any other maybank before him, so whenever a girl would inevitably fall for his charming personality he might just per-sue it for one night, ending in pleasure for both parties but then pushing her away when he’d receive a text asking to meet up somewhere for a casual date after ushering her out of the chateau at early hours in the morning, making up excuses or just straight up ghosting the poor girl because he truly believes nobody could ever love him so he’d rather just not suffer the heartbreak of losing someone and just not even try.

this is how he ends up with his reputation of being a ‘heartbreaker’, girls not wanting to get involved with someone like him at risk of being heartbroken by his reckless behaviour, the only person that would truly understand him is his childhood best friend, having seen everything he’s been through his whole life.

always being the first to comfort him after an unpleasant altercation with his dad, always the first he goes to for advice about girls;, swinging head to toe in the hammock as the sun sets over the horizon sharing a j, legs tangled together, both of them focusing on ignoring the life long tension between you, but it was never awkward, nothing could ever be awkward with each others, you knew everything about one another so there really was nothing to hide.

he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you were, despite knowing you pretty much his whole life, you’d really grown into your looks and he’d argue you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, but he’d never actually admit it, he wasn’t about to risk such an important friendship for something that wouldn’t be fail proof, love just wasn’t his thing and he wasn’t planning on changing his opinion any time soon, so he casts his gaze away from your lips, tuning back into whatever you were rambling about.

on particularly hot summer days in the banks, all the pogues gathered together like normal on the hms pogue, you sat on the bow, legs slung over jj’s lap, ray-bans he got from who knows where perched on his head, pushing back his blonde mop in a way that made his freckled nose stand out on the beaming sun, occasionally stealing sips of his beer, bringing the glass bottle to your lips and sucking, an innocent act but it meant much more to jj, especially with your tits pressed together deliciously by the triangles of your new red bikini, the thong so small that if he looked long enough he could make out the outline of your chubby cunt, the thought making his dick twitch in his swim trunks.

but it didn’t mean anything, right? that’s what he told himself that night when he had his right hand gripping his cock desperately, other hand gripping the sheets as he tried to conceal his groans, the mental image of your lips wrapped around the bottle and the way your tits pressed together perfectly in your bikini spurring his orgasm on. after he came he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thoughts of you consuming his mind. but it didn’t mean anything, none of this meant he was in love or even liked you in that way at all, you were his best friend and no matter what he was keeping it that way.

he told himself this continually, anytime he felt his heart pang when your touch would linger on him for a little longer than the other guys. it’s because you’re best friends. anytime it was him you’d go to for guy problems, spilling your sex stories to him when you had even a drop of alcohol in your system. it’s because you’re best friends. she just trusts you. he told himself this when his first instinct after any fight was to run to you and break down in your arms and let you clean his wounds because he felt safe with you, knowing you wouldn’t judge him for the way he felt, the only person in the world who understood him. it’s because you’re best friends, no other reason.

he told himself this until the answer to his feelings was staring him in the face, literally. your naked frame splayed out on the same bed he’d busted to the thought of you on multiple occasions. he realised it then, he loved you, but he had loved you long before that, long before the lingering touches, long before you grew into your beauty, long before the jealousy of other guys getting to touch what was now finally his, he’d always loved you, before he even really knew what love was.

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[xazse]

AFAB!GOJO X MALE!READER

Hello this is just a shitpost before I go to sleep I’ll edit everything in the morning! Enjoy

NASTYYY SMUT!!!! AND VERY MEAN READER! AND CAR SEX I HOPE YOU GUYS GET THE PICTURE OF THE POSITION I SWEAR ILL EDIT IT TM!

Satoru sleeps with his fair share of women and men, even going as far as to spend the night to satisfy their need for something romantic, but by morning he’s out the door, not caring what happens to said person, he let it be known from the start all he wanted was a quick fuck. Not his fault they confused it for something else.

People around campus who have slept with Gojo can say the night is full of bliss but the morning they’re left with an empty feeling, he really is the best and the worst thing to happen.

So why does Satoru find himself infatuated with you? You who treats him like he’s nothing but an eyesore, it drives him crazy when you deny his advances, no one’s ever denied him: he’s just too pretty for that! You’d have to be crazy to not want to lay with him! Borderline insane! But you, you spark something within him, a primal lust.

When he finally does get you to come around you’re mean, extremely mean: parking behind an abandoned building and position satoru to where the back seat door is open with you standing outside and him laying against the seat with his lower body out the door, it’s super cold out tonight and he regrets wearing the thinnest shorts with no underwear underneath, but all the better to feel the thick outline of your cock as you press yourself against his folds.

“No panties? You’re so gross Toru.” You grumble out whilst looking at his already wet cunt, your fingers dip in and he groans, he likes the thickness of your fingers it makes stretching him out to be so much easier, one fingers turns into two then that turns into three. When you deem him good enough for you, he hears your belt clinking and a loud sigh departing from your lips.

You pull his hair and angle his head back: “You’re average at best Toru, you should be happy I even gave someone as desperate as you a chance, remember I’m only doing this out of pity” you grunt out, Satoru has no feelings for you but he feels his heart clench and disperse at your words. You let him go to focus on lining your fat cock up with his hole, the stretch stings to him, what you “lack” in length you really make up for thickness, most likely the thickest he’s ever taken, you don’t offer him any reassurance when your cock pushes deeper and deeper.

Till you finally bottom out inside, you take a quick pause to admire him, you can’t see his face but already you knew his lips are bitten red, most likely on the verge of crying, you’re so incredibly mean.

You begin to move your hips, starting off slowly, you make sure to pull all the way out and slide right back in, eventually you start slamming into him roughly, uncaring of his startled gasps as he struggles to adjust, your cock feels so good, hitting so deeply inside of him, it’s really a different story when you find his sweet spot and press the tip of your cock against it.

His legs lock inwards, breathing hard into the seat, “This it Satoru?” He can hear the devilish smirk hidden in your voice, you continue to slam your hips against him angling downwards. “so..good” he had managed to slur out. He finds himself trying to paw away from his impending orgasm, he knows it’s gonna ache, knows it’s gonna also feel blissful, your hands grip his waist tighter, meaning to leave ugly bruises later. Pounding into him deep strokes makes him crazy, to add fuel to the fire your hands reach down and circle his clit rough, this action pushes Satoru over the edge and his pussy spasms around you.

He damn near screams, fingers digging deep into your seat, you fuck him through his orgasm, not long after you follow right after him, not even bothering to pull out, he doesn’t ask you to either.

Satoru slumps against your seat, panting and trying his hardest not to fall asleep, he feels your fingers spreading his pussy to admire your work of art.

“Your friend? What’s his name…? You know the pretty one with the long black hair?” Satoru feels his heart drop.

#zsworks #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x male reader #satoru x reader #satoru smut #satoru x male reader #gojo smut #afab gojo #afab Gojo x male reader

[yujification]

Would u mind writing about sucking off gp yujin after she’s all sweaty from the gym 😋😋😋 tysm 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

irreverence - ayj

a/n – no, i DEFINITELY do not mind 😝😝 i need her so bad sorry

desc. – smut, g!p yujin, oral sex, deepthroating, light degradation (she calls u a whore like once), praise, hair pulling, facefucking but not really

w.c. – 1k

your girlfriend has always been good in bed, and it’s something that, of course, you’ve always bragged about. “it isn’t her size, it’s her technique,” you tell people, but who are you kidding? her size is what makes it so good.

yujin left early in the morning for work. she had left her gym bag in the car the night before so she could go as soon as she got off, and that, she did.

she returned home at 7, the stench of salty perspiration filling your shared flat. you sat on the couch, outstretched, a bowl of raspberries sitting atop your stomach as you read.

yujin had a habit of only exercising when she was pissed off, and today was definitely no exception. work was a shitshow, and you could tell by the look on her face when she tossed her duffel bag to the floor.

she scrubbed her hands clean in the sink, and approached the couch. “up,” she demands, patting your ass. her tone wasn’t inherently aggressive, but something about the way she looked at you was telling another story completely, with brows knitted together and her jaw clenched.

you meet her with nothing. no movement, no words. she wets her lips, tongue gliding over the area as her patience grows thin.

“i’m doing something.” you coax, carefully watching for her reaction.

“i don’t care. i told you to get up, so get up.”

you move the raspberries to the coffee table in front of the couch and sit up, making room for yujin. the couch isn’t big, but it’s enough for the two of you. you take that fact into consideration, but throw it out of the window when yujin sits, the outline of her length visible through her gym shorts.

you swallow, and sit on yujin’s lap, and she doesn’t seem to mind.

“what were you reading?” yujin asks, her voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

the answer is unimportant. yujin hates reading, whatever you say, she won’t care anyway. “just… poetry.”

yujin nods slowly, her fingers softly carding through her hair.

her gaze fixates on the television, and it stays like that, for what feels like decades, so in a desperate attempt for attention, you slightly rub yourself against her pelvis, and she tries to ignore it, until you let the tiniest whine exit your throat.

“what do you want?” yujin cocks her head to the side like the puppy she is, and you bury your face in her shoulder, taking in the scent of her sweat.

you don’t say much — you never really do. yujin is a mind reader, and you can only hope she knows what you mean, and what you need.

yujin lets out a tut of disapproval, but taps your thighs softly anyway. “mm,” she sighs. “go on.”

you pull yourself off of your girlfriend’s lap, lowering to your knees between her thighs, which were already parted a good enough amount to give you access to what grew between them.

though yujin seemed upset with you, it was still good to know she got off to your desperation, seeing as she was already half-erect. you smile softly, tugging at the fabric of her shorts. she raises her ass and allows you to slide them off of her before settling back down to your knees, a wet spot already forming in your panties, and consequently, soaking them.

“you’re so fuckin’ lucky, you know that?” yujin begins, tracing her thumb over your bottom lip gently. “i don’t know how to say no, so you can always have me when you want.”

yujin laughs at herself. “i mean, i always knew you loved my cock, but come on. when did you become such a needy fuckin’ whore?”

her words send shivers shooting down your spine, your clit aching and clenching around absolutely nothing.

“yujin…” you exhale, pulling her boxers to the floor and allowing her cock to spring out of it’s restraints and into your face. “i—”

yujin chuckles softly, her voice hoarse. “no, no, it’s okay,” she takes a fistful of your hair into her hand, tugging, but not nearly enough to hurt you. “make me proud, baby.”

you begin licking stripes up her length, your eyes trained to the floor to avoid making contact with yujin. she always looked at you like she was judging you in times like these, but you didn’t feel as bad when your lips made their way to her tip, only to taste salty precum leaking from the slit. it was a confidence booster, not only to feel the flavor hitting your tongue, but to hear yujin’s throaty moan as your mouth engulfs her tip.

she curses under her breath as you manage to get halfway down her length before gagging softly. she grips your hair and forces you a little further down with a grumble.

“oh, c’mon now, i know you can take more than that.”

and you do. your nose hits the bottom of her stomach, and she keeps you down there before raising your head back up by your hair like it’s the scruff of an animal. a mixture of sweat, drool, and precum runs down your chin as you pant, catching your breath. “atta girl,” yujin mutters, grinning proudly. “knew you could do it.”

her praise is enough to get you to keep going, your head comfortably bobbing up and down her thick length, gags only erupting from the back of your throat every now and again.

yujin’s hands remain on your head, her grip only tightening as she gets closer to her climax. she leans her head back against the cushion, growling feverishly.

as you come up once more, yujin grunts. “no, no, stay down. i’m close, i’m so fuckin’ close,” she insists, her cock buried balls deep in your throat as she shoots globs of thick liquid into your mouth.

when you retreat from her length, a string of saliva is left between your bottom lip and the head of her cock, eliciting a chuckle from yujin.

“good. you take it so good.” she says between irreverent laughter and pants.

okay, sure. you’ll admit it. maybe it is her size.

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[prodbymaui]

Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

IDK how many people are running the account, but if you or a member of the team running the account has ADHD, do you have any tips for ADHD writers, particularly when trying to get WIPs done? Outlines don't work for me like 99% of the time ;_;

Tips for Writing with ADHD

Here's what works for me, but your mileage may vary...

1 - Know What Outline Works for You - You say outlines don't work for you 90% of the time, but what type of outline are you using? Many people hear the word "outline" and imagine an academic outline with roman numerals and bullet points, but that's not what most fiction writers mean when they talk about using an outline. For fiction writers, outlines can be anything from a beginning to end written summary, to a scene list, to a detailed timeline. My post How to Outline a Plot has some different things you can try. Ultimately, there's no right or wrong way to outline your story. Anything that works as a "road map" to guide you through your story can help.

2 - Pants When You've Got to Pants - Some writers are "pantsers" or in other words, they prefer not to go off an outline. Some don't even plan in advance. They "write by the seat of their pants" and let the story take them where it may. For some writers, it depends on the specific story they're working on. Some stories might require planning, others might work better if you pants them. What works for me is understanding my needs (what type of story I'll usually need to plan/outline ahead of time, and what type of story I can pants) and then planning/pantsing accordingly. If I spent time outlining a story that I could easily pants, it would definitely take the wind out of my writing sails.

3 - Schedule Your Writing Time... Sort Of... - For me, I can't just rely on myself to write when the mood strikes me. If I did that, I'd never get any writing done. So for me, it's important to have a dedicated writing time each day. That doesn't even have to mean my butt's in the chair writing from this time to this time, it just means I'll do my best to write during whatever span of time. So, let's say this week you're home every day from 2pm until 6pm and some of that time is free time. That's going to be a good time to write, so you could say you're going to sit down every day at 3pm to write. Or, you could do 10-minute writing springs every hour, or every other hour. Or you could say you'll write when the mood strikes you, but definitely from 5:30 to 6 if you didn't get it done earlier.

4 - Try Random Writing Sprints - Writing sprints in general can be a good way for people with ADHD to write. You can schedule them or you could do them when the mood strikes. Get a timer and set it to whatever works for you... 5-minutes, 10-minutes, 30-minutes, whatever. Then just set it and go when you have time. Even if you don't feel like writing, getting into that habit will make it easier to write as soon as the timer comes out.

5 - Don't Give Yourself a Hard Time - One of the most profound things I ever heard about writing resistance is that it's often the product of writing feeling stressful. In other words, the idea of writing causes you stress, so your brain says, "Avoid! Avoid!" and you sit down to write and nothing happens. One of the ways we make writing stressful for ourselves is by giving ourselves a hard time when we don't write or don't write as much as we wanted. So, just do the best you can and congratulate yourself on small victories. Find ways to make writing fun and relaxing rather than stressful and like a chore.

Bonus - Sometimes the problem isn't ADHD but something else. My post 5 Reasons You Lost Interest in Your WIP, Plus Fixes! has some other things to consider.

I hope that helps!

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[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; adam

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; adam

outline ; “dating headcanons for adam”

note ; this may be a smidge out of character as i have never written for him before, but hopefully you’re able to enjoy these headcanons regardless ^^

warning(s) ; some canon-typical douchbag behaviour, but mostly fluff!

for as much of an asshole as adam can be, once he’s committed to someone he’s loyal as hell — granted it’s difficult to get a playboy like him to agree to complete monogamy, but it’s not a complete impossibility if you’re willing to put in the time and effort to get to that point with him

hes got an extremely prominent (and, frankly, nasty) possessive streak that he makes pretty much no effort to hide — like the moment he gets jealous of someone, no matter how irrational that feeling, he’s not above going as far as just grabbing you and making out with you in front of them just to prove that you’re taken and adam is not someone who likes to share what’s his

this possessiveness is in good part because of how his past relationships ended (with the two women that were literally made for him either leaving him outright or cheating on him with the same man) and the insecurities that naturally spawned from those experiences — yes he may be the cockiest bastard in all of heaven, and he talks big game about being ‘the dickmaster’ or ‘the original dick’ and all of that nonsense, but once the two of you become an item he is terrified of losing you and seems to make it his mission to ward off any outside threats to your relationship and warn you away from anyone who he can’t scare off

(e.g. openly and frequently shit talking lucifer, hell, and the sinners he kills — portraying them as unequivocally monstrous and cruel without the chance for redemption / being unworthy of your empathy or time in an effort to keep you as disinterested and far from him as possible)

reassurance and praise goes a long way with adam, even if he does tend to outwardly either brush it off or turn it into something more sexual, even more so if you give him something concrete to show that love and praise — e.g. he’s the type of guy to keep every single card you get him for your anniversaries, his birthday (well… creation day would be a better name in his case), or valentine’s day, in a locked box or drawer for him to look through whenever he feels a bit low whilst also outwardly denying being so ‘sappy’ and sentimental

it takes a while for him to feel comfortable taking off his mask around you, but once that you’ve gotten over that particular hurdle and made your attraction and appreciation for his appearance as clear as possible, you’ll pretty much never see him wear it again — well, at least not in the privacy of your home… outside is a very different story

not at all shy about physical affection in private or in public — like from the moment the two of you confess your feelings you’ll have a hard time getting his hands off of you for more than a few minutes at a time (unless you make it clear that you’re not a touchy person, of course… he’s not a complete asshole when it comes to you and he certainly doesn’t want to make the best thing to happen to him since eden go running for the hills)

his favourite place to kiss you is on the lips (he’s the first man, as he oh so loves reminding everyone in earshot, forgive him for the basic choice) and his kisses are all so passionate that it almost feels like he’s worried you’ll vanish the moment he lets go — they’re wet and messy and steal the breath straight from your lungs, yes, and by the end of it you’ll get to see him with his cheeks all flushed and golden eyes gleaming with mischief, passion, and overwhelming affection, but there’s also the smallest hint of something else in his kisses that you can’t quite place (and that you rarely have the chance to linger on before you’re dragged somewhere more private by him to let things get a bit less ‘pg’, or he’s hurrying away to take part in an extermination or to fulfil some other such heavenly duty that sera probably asked him to do weeks ago)

loves having his hair played with and will fall asleep in minutes if you start slowly and gently carding your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp when he’s laying on your lap — would never admit it though and will go straight as a board and almost shout-talk over you to try and preserve his reputation if you try and bring it up around anyone else (especially lute because she would never let him live that down)

mainly just calls you ‘babe’ or your first name, and maybe the occasional ‘baby’ — though he’s responsive to any and every pet name you give him over the course of your relationship, even the more ridiculous/humourous ones

he keeps an eye out for you at every gig he plays with his band, visibly brightening when he catches sight of you and even pointing you out as his ‘smoking hot partner’ to the crowd before playing one of the dozens of songs he’s dedicated to you — none of them are explicitly love songs, but he thought of you when writing them and that’s enough to gain a dedication in his eyes

isn’t above using his position as the first man to benefit you and your relationship — that can mean anything from rearranging his and your schedules to make sure that you always get to spend some time together each day, or threatening anyone with banishment or some other punishment for making you uncomfortable (it may be heaven but nowhere is completely safe from assholes… adam himself is proof of that)

you’re absolutely spoiled rotten but he always runs any major gifts past lute (who you’re basically guaranteed to have as a close companion after getting with adam) before he gives them to you because he doesn’t want to risk giving you something you hate and pushing you away from him — of course he never tells you this and brags very openly about being so good at picking gifts for you (and, thus, being the most awesome boyfriend in the history of all boyfriends ever)

he rarely ever actually says the words ‘i love you’ and will affectionately tease you whenever you say them to him, but he makes every effort to ensure that you don’t doubt his feelings for even a second despite that

when he’s too busy to accompany you out and about, he always makes sure that there’s at least one of his girls with you just to ensure your safety at all times — especially after one of his exorcists got killed, which made him particularly jumpy and overprotective (yes he knows that heaven is just about the safest place you can be, but he refuses to take any chances when it comes to you)

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[moumouton4]

The Morning After || Giyu Tomioka x reader

A/n : Prompt 2 of the Smutember 2023 ( the story probably happens post Demon Slayer story since there is a mention of Giyu hanging out with the Uzuis )

The list of promps is HERE

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Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, grinding, wall sex but implied, rough sex, first time for Giyu well maybe, besides this fluff fluff fluff, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 925

You didn’t even think you’d ever find yourself in this situation. After all nothing could predestine you to end up like this. You tried to turn around in bed but didn’t manage too, so you gave up clearly sore from all that happened during the night. And what a night 👀😩 Never could you have imagined this of him.

Yes, you two were friends. I mean that’s what you thought since he actually never talked to anyone but you. You didn’t think further either when you started to feel some kind of tension between you too. You just went with the fact that he was protecteur of you because he didn’t want his comrade to get hurt or killed.

One thing though, friends don’t usually grab you by the arm and drag you to their place after you asked jokingly “Wait, you’re actually not inviting me for a tea ?” Friends also don’t pin you against a wall before slowly grinding against you, with that much desperation in their eyes ( if they do well you can guess you’re really close / j / J )

Actually, you didn’t mind it that much. But he looked really red and you wondered if he was doing okay - or if he was some kind of animal in heat. The Water Hashira though, was not doing okay. I mean when he saw you acting somewhat jealous around other women he didn’t think much of it. Until Makio went to talk to him and told him to actually make a move because two like you didn’t exist and it was now or never.

This… wasn't what he had in mind. In fact, he didn’t have anything in mind and preferred to wait. Wait for what ? No one knows. Not even him. But it was without thinking about the pressure that was building higher and higher day after day. He liked you and you apparently liked him back so why not try something. Though spending this much time with Tengen and his wives didn’t help the poor Giyu who actually has no knowledge on bonding and hitting on people ( yes they actually hang out all together post last arch in the canon )

You closed your eyes shut as you felt his erection rubbing on your clothes core. You’ve never even managed to get a glimpse at the outline of his cock through his clothes, but now you were literally having it against you, and you couldn’t help but get eager at what was to come. ( Imagine me whispering this in your ear as a little secret ) He just fucked you like you were a damn toy. You didn’t know if he had any experience before but now after this you still don’t. He is either a sex god or a beginner with great luck.

Anyways, you kept trying to turn over to get on your other side to see what time it was. But you clearly forgot you weren’t home “Stop moving already I’m trying to sleep” you heard a low voice speak behind you. You almost yelped as you felt Giyu’s arms tightening their hold on you. If you recall correctly after, taking from you the ability to walk for two days and probably getting you pregnant, you saw him turning on his side before falling asleep. The truth is that he got closer to you during the night as he started to feel vulnerable about everything that happened. Your warmth and scent gave him a taste of paradise he never encountered and he slowly began to fall asleep.

Now in the morning, you kept struggling against his hold, wanting to see his face, to be sure that really happened. But he didn’t let you as if holding you close with your naked back pressed against his strong chest became a life line for him

“Do you need to get up ?”

“No I just-”

“Are you in any pain ?”

“No”

“Then stay here with me a little more… please”

Your expression softened at his plea. Your hand gently traveled down to meet one of his, before intertwining your fingers “I’m not going anywhere. i just want to see your face” you said with equal vulnerability. And somehow he accepted, allowing you to gently turn around, while his arms were still protectively wrapped around you.

He had a hard time trying to mirror the smile you gave him. Only the corner of his mouth managed to twitch upright. You chuckled softly knowing his antics before pressing a soft kiss against his chest. You heard him take a large intake of air as if he didn’t shove his cock inside you the night before. As you set your head against his broad chest to get some more rest, you felt one of his hands come up to cradle your head. His legs went above yours to pull them closer, while his arm pulled you flush against him.

You both knew that at some point you would have to get up, eat breakfast and get ready to go by your day. Also maybe addressing what happened the day before or even give a label to your relationship. Though his fingers continued to comb through your hair as if time was standing still for you. Letting you bask in whatever bloomed between you. In the back of your head, something was telling you he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon, now or ever. And somehow he knew it was the same for you too.

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[animasola86]

Kinktober: A Filthy Fantasy (1/2)

Notes: I dedicate these two parts of absolute filth (I'm sorry!) to the wonderful @amberlide – who graciously gave me the detailed outline of this little story and inspired me so much! Thank you for sharing your idea and letting me turn it into what it had become (I'm sorry?). I hope I could do your idea justice! :)

I've ticked a lot of boxes for @kinktober2023 again, beware!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut/Horror/Filth // Words: 7.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! cnc/rape fantasy. bondage. creepy masks. sensory deprivation. oral sex (f!receiving). orgasm denial. rough sex. snakes?

Synopsis: Sebastian makes you think about your filthiest fantasy and then manipulates you into wanting to do it.

Warning: This is darker than it sounds. Or does it? Anyway, it's rough smut. Smut that's rough. Beware.

-- read Part 2 here --

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2)

“So what's the dirtiest thought you'd ever had?” Sebastian asked as you snuggled against him, your sweat slick body moulding against his. A cold breeze rushed over you and you shivered even more when you felt his finger trailing your hard nipple.

“The dirtiest thought? Like what?” you replied, your mind still pretty much empty after he had fucked you into the cushions of the old couch and into oblivion and back. You felt as if your noises still echoed through the Undercroft.

“Concerning sex,” he chuckled and wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer. “What's your filthiest fantasy?”

You would blush deeply if your face wasn't still flushed from what you two had just done – and you can only wonder how he can think about sex again already. “Hmm,” you made and took a moment to think about it, even though there was nothing in your head but static, blissful static. “I... I think I'm already quite happy with the things we do...”

He nudged you playfully. “That's not my question,” he said and pressed his lips against your damp forehead, then pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes.

You bit your lip, watching him closely as you tried to think. “What is filth anyway?” you then asked, frowning.

“Things you wouldn't want to talk about...”

“And still you urge me to tell you?” you laughed and shook your head slightly, poking his chest with a finger.

“Well, you can tell me anything, you know that. I won't judge.” He put his hand to your face and caressed your cheek. “Like, what is so strange or taboo, but it would still arouse you?” He paused. “How about tentacles? I heard that's a commonly liked taboo among girls.”

“What?” The laugh you issued sounded strangled. “Really? Care to share your sources for that?”

He only chuckled. “You never thought about falling into a pit of Devil's Snare and letting those tendrils explore your body?”

“That's... no! Definitely not! That's disgusting!” you exclaimed and shivered, not even wanting to imagine that.

“Is it, though? No kink-shaming, baby,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, what's yours then? What arouses Sebastian Sallow that's too taboo to talk about?”

He looked at you then, almost serious, his eyes darker than usual. “Loss of control,” he said without hesitation and you frowned. “Being under somebody else's control, unable to do anything. That is scary and sexy at the same time.”

You raised your eyebrows and considered his words, a little unsure if he really felt like that or if he wanted to convince you to feel like that. You never knew with him.

“Just imagine,” he whispered as he leaned closer, his hot breath on your ear. “Being tied to a chair, naked, blindfolded, not knowing what will happen, anticipating the worst...”

It was either his words or the vibrations of his voice or your mind imagining just that, but you felt definitely aroused all over again. Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, seeing him smiling when you did.

“Sounds good, huh?”

“But I wouldn't want just anyone tying me to a chair, you know? Can I alter that fantasy a little?” He nodded. “If you'd be the one to do these things to me, I'd be more than willing to give up control like that,” you told him quietly.

His smile grew. “Really?” When you nodded, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you euphorically.

“It's still just a fantasy, right?” you whispered against his lips when he gave you a moment to catch your breath.

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk, before nibbling on your bottom lip. “Unless...”

You leaned back a little, your eyes flying over his face. “Unless?”

“What if we planned something like that? A scene of some sort? We'd make a list with all the things we like and don't like and then we just... role-play it?”

You frowned. “Wouldn't that beat the purpose of losing control if you plan it out like that? I'd already know what'll happen... won't I?”

“But you wouldn't know when... or how... or if at all,” he said quietly, licking his lips. “The anticipation alone would drive you crazy!”

You shifted against him, already feeling the excitement pooling between your legs. He noticed and grinned, his hand trailing down the curve of your body to rest on your hip.

“What do you say?” he then asked, watching you closely.

You gave him a smile and a quick peck to the lips. “Yes, let's imagine it then.”

He beamed at you and pulled you closer against his chest, kissing your temple. “Okay, so, it'll start... with somebody –”

“You,” you emphasised with a stern gaze, while a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Me, yes, but let's pretend it'll be somebody,” he said with a wink. “Somebody dragging you into a dark alley, his hand over your mouth and his arm around your waist, pulling you into the darkness...”

You inhaled deeply and listened to him sketching the outline of your little scene. His voice vibrated through your body and you quickly felt more and more excited about his idea. He gave you all the details, drew it out piece by piece, waited for your feedback and approval and objections, then continued, and in the end your entire body was shaking in anticipation.

Just talking about it and imagining it was already doing wonders to your pleasure points and somehow you couldn't wait to actually play that whole scenario out.

You couldn't wait to touch him either, so you rolled him onto his back and scrambled on top of him, breathlessly staring down at him as you ground your hips into his. He seemed just as eager and quickly grabbed your waist as you leaned down to push your mouth against his.

The couch creaked and squeaked beneath you for a second time that night, probably also a third, and your noises filled the Undercroft as you gave into your urges yet again. And somehow you forgot about his little role-play idea after all. Why think about something that might or might not happen, when you could indulge in your lust for him right here and now?

And so you did – and time passed.

Several weeks later, you didn't really count the days though, you were on an errand run through Hogsmeade, alone, because your boyfriend had been too busy to come with you. Even though you'd rather spend every single minute of the day with him, you knew he also needed his alone time, and you respected that of course.

And as you walked, caught in thoughts of his pretty brown eyes, you found yourself traversing the narrower side streets of the village on a shortcut to J. Pippin's – when you suddenly felt a rush of air and then a hand grabbing you so quickly you didn't even have time to scream.

You were pulled into the tight space between two buildings and pinned stomach-first against the wall, the hand now firmly on your mouth. It was too dark to see anything or anyone and your heart leapt against your ribcage as you felt another hand creeping around your waist and upwards to your chest.

Your breath hitched when it groped you through your clothes and you squirmed against the stranger holding you hostage. His heavy breaths were in your ears, nothing more, no threats or lewd words, just his heavy breathing that made your hair stand on end. A whimper escaped you when he suddenly let you go and you felt something being pulled over your head.

The next thing you knew was being dragged a little further, before the sound of a creaking hinge and heavy wood falling to the side suggested you were being pulled down into one of the basements of the nearby houses. You were pushed forwards, stumbled and almost fell down the steps if it wasn't for the hand grabbing your neck from behind. That same noise sounded and a hefty silence pressed down on you.

The hand on your neck urged you forwards and this time you tumbled and landed hard on your knees, dirt and dust covering your hands as you tried to support yourself. You were yanked upwards roughly, then spun around and pinned against a wall again, the hand now on your throat, squeezing tightly. You wheezed in panic, your hands reaching up to scratch at the wrist of the stranger, when you suddenly felt that same hot breath on your cheek, and even through the fabric (of what you imagined to be a sack) it caused you goosebumps.

“What's your safeword?” the stranger growled – and it took you an embarrassingly long time to recognize Sebastian's voice – and suddenly you were back in the Undercroft, talking about this very scenario. As relief flushed through you because you had been genuinely scared there for a moment, you felt his hand tightening around your throat. “Tell me,” he urged, sounding so rough and unfamiliar it did nothing to ease your fright.

“I... I don't know,” you whispered, still overwhelmed by the whole situation.

He let out a grunt, pushing you closer against the wall. “What's your favourite number?”

“What?” Be it lack of oxygen or the general fear that settled in your stomach, but you had a hard time understanding him.

“If this gets too much, just say your favourite number and I'll stop immediately, okay?” he explained darkly, his voice muffled slightly. “Which is what?”

You inhaled sharply. “Twenty-one,” you then stammered and he pushed your head firmer against the wall in response.

“Remember it,” he growled and without any warning, he slipped back into his role and grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you after him.

Stumbling after him, unable to see, gripped by a feeling that was completely new to you – as a mixture of excitement and anxiety flooded your body – you then found yourself pushed into a chair. The wood creaked when he basically threw you against it and your back hit it forcefully. You gasped deeply, trying to calm your heavy breaths, but he wouldn't let you as he suddenly ripped the sack off of your head.

You blinked into the semi-darkness, the only light came from a jar of blue little bugs whizzing and whirring inside, tinting the small room in an eerie light that cast strange shadows on the walls and on the person crouched in front of you now. For a moment you stared at him and fear gripped you all over again. He was wearing one of those creepy masks you had first encountered in the Restricted Section, but you were too freaked out to find the connection somewhat significant.

Breathing heavily, you gazed through the black holes of the mask trying to find those eyes that would usually calm you down instantly, but you couldn't see them, and for a moment you had the insane thought that this might not even be Sebastian any more. Your heart was thundering inside your chest so loudly you were afraid it would echo off the damp walls of the room. While you stared at him, the crouched figure just remained still, staring back at you out of those dead eyes, unmoving and sinister.

You swallowed hard and basically jumped and shrieked when you suddenly felt his hands on your thighs. You saw him tilting his head, that eerie mask doing nothing to make it look less threatening. Without giving you a moment to relax, he then leaned up, grabbed your jaw, forced your mouth open and pushed a ball of fabric into it. Squirming and whimpering loudly against it, you couldn't do anything but let him push you against the back of the chair, firmly holding you in place as he stared at you – and you felt the first tear falling from the corner of your eye.

It was a tiny gesture, but when you felt his other hand moving up to scrape his fingertips over your cheek, wiping it off almost nonchalantly, you reminded yourself that this was just a scene, something you planned with him a while back, and even though it had slipped your mind, he seemed to have thought about it a lot. Or he was just naturally good at playing a predator, who knew.

You felt your legs shaking when he suddenly gripped your throat and pulled you upwards, that pathetic muffled squeak trying to force its way through your gag barely audible over the blood rushing through your ears. He held you like that for a moment while his other hand grabbed your wrists and pushed them together, his long fingers easily reaching around them both as he then pulled them above your head.

Letting go of your throat, you felt him tie something around your wrists, too tight for comfort, but as you squirmed, he ignored you and instead you heard a clanging sound, and then your tied wrists hung from a metal hook secured to the ceiling. He stepped back then and watched you, his head tilted again, that horrible mask getting scarier with the minute.

Your hands closed around the chain over your head and you felt your body getting heavier and heavier while you hung from that hook like a gutted pig. At least that was the first image that came to your clouded mind when the tips of your shoes scraped over the dirty floor as you tried to get back any sense of balance.

More moments of uncomfortable silence ticked past in which you wondered what would happen next. At first you had tried to remember the details you had talked about, but with your heart thumping so loudly it was hard to think of anything else but the very present fear – because despite the fact that you both planned this, it felt all too real for you. You were helpless and vulnerable and at the mercy of this masked stranger who you really hoped was Sebastian, but you couldn't be sure.

He was wearing a dark cloak and that mask was big enough to cover any sign of hair peeking through. His hands were in his pockets and just from the stature, he could be anyone. Any tall, dark man – and you prayed to anyone listening that it was not just anyone because that thought alone tightened that nervous knot inside your stomach tenfold. And even though this was supposed to be a sexy fantasy, the shivers running down your spine were not in any way or form connected to any feelings of arousal.

That was until he stepped closer and started gripping your clothes, and without any warning ripped them off of your body, starting with your shirt, and your eyes went wide when the buttons flew into all directions as he forced it apart to expose your chemise beneath. You couldn't help the sudden movement of your chest and the muffled shrieks of protest. He did the same with your skirt, instead of pushing it down your hips, he ripped the fabric into shreds, leaving your clothes completely useless should you ever get out of this situation.

Which for a moment you were seriously afraid would not happen.

Watching him with growing concern, you then noticed him slipping a hand into his pocket and when he got out one of those big cutting knives you'd seen the house-elves in the kitchens use, you squirmed even more, your legs twitching badly as you stood unsteadily on your toes. That mask tilted almost mockingly as he approached you, bringing the knife closer to your face, the eerie blue light reflecting off the shiny surface of the blade.

He teased the sharp tip against your skin and you did everything in your power to stay completely still, which felt impossible with how you were tied to the ceiling. Holding your breath, you witnessed him moving the knife lower, over your throat, scraping over your collarbone and down to the hem of your chemise.

His other hand moved over the curve of your body, following the white fabric down over your hips to your thighs where he slipped it past its hem and pushed it upwards, exposing your bloomers beneath. You swallowed hard, or tried to, the gag slowly soaking up your saliva to the point that it wouldn't hold any more. Those black eye holes watched you as he moved the knife to the top of your chemise and strained it against the fabric until it ripped.

You could feel the dull side of the cold blade on your skin as he gripped it by the handle and cut your garment in a downwards motion as if he wanted to gut you in the process. The shivers came as involuntarily as your deep whimpers. The sound of tearing fabric filled your ears until he was done. Dropping the knife on the chair, he gripped the edges with both hands and ripped it open, freeing your quivering breasts. The cold air of the cellar hit them and you took a shuddering breath through your nose.

After pushing your ruined chemise off your shoulders, he wasted no time to put his big hands on your chest, eagerly groping and fondling your soft flesh, pressing his palms right against your nipples. You squirmed against him, breathing loudly through your nose. Then he leaned back suddenly, one hand still trailing around your areola, while the other wandered down to the waistband of your bloomers.

This time he simply pushed it down over your hip slowly before he knelt down in front of you and wrangled the piece of clothing off of your legs, removing your stockings and shoes as well while he was down there. Completely exposed now, you felt more and more shivers as the cold air of the room hit your skin – and that freakish mask kept staring up at you with an unchanging expression and dead eyes.

You felt his hands on your shins, slowly moving upwards, his grip firm and demanding, grazing your knees and kneading your thighs, grabbing your hips and pressing his fingers into your soft flesh, then going back up right to your breasts as he stood up again. Teasing them with his fingers, he then walked around you and snaked his hands around you from behind, grabbing your chest tightly as he pressed his body against your backside.

Whimpering into your drenched gag, you squirmed against him as he put his knee between your legs and slowly forced them open. The chain above your head rattled alarmingly as you swayed to keep your balance and felt your entire weight pushing on the tie around your wrists. Seeing you struggle, he moved his fingers over your ribcage and upwards to your armpits – and you already saw it coming and still squealed loudly when he started tickling you mercilessly.

You squirmed even more, threatening to completely lose your balance as his fingertips teased your sensitive skin. He let go of you rather quickly, but instead of giving you a break, you felt his hand moving right between your legs and grabbing your mound forcefully, the touch equally shocking and despite the implications unexpected. You writhed against him, trying to press your thighs together, but his knee was still lodged between them, keeping them open as he teased his fingers through your folds.

There he hesitated. As your heart was thundering in your chest, he let go, removed his knee and walked around you once more, tilting his head menacingly. You stared at the mask, your eyebrows furrowed. He then leaned in, grabbed your chin and pulled the soaked gag out of your mouth, strands of saliva following the motion. Wiping at your trembling lips, he walked closer and you could smell the old leather of the mask as he leaned it against your forehead.

Being this close, you could actually see his eyes through the dark holes of his disguise and a deep sigh escaped you. You bit your lip and watched him. “You're not enjoying yourself, huh?” you heard his deep voice, muffled by the mask but still recognizable enough. To prove his point, he moved his hand back between your legs and poked at your centre. “Well, you're getting there...”

And of course you would, you could never resist the firm touch of his fingers for long enough. Your body had a mind of its own. Though it had taken you surprisingly long to adjust to this rather unusual situation. Despite the planned scenario, it had still taken you by the surprise. And you learned that thinking about something and actually doing it, were two different things.

“Let's change things up a bit, shall we?” he said quietly and you watched him walk around you once more. As you turned your head slightly to follow him with your eyes, you had barely time to react as he suddenly wrapped a piece of clothing around your head, shrouding the room and anything in it in complete darkness. You gasped, feeling his fingers gliding over the edges of your face before he tied the blindfold tightly at the back of your head, taking away the last thing that had kept you more or less sane: your sight.

Seeing nothing, your other senses seemed to spike up immediately. Every touch felt much more intense, every sound louder than before, your own heartbeat drumming deafeningly in your ears. It got even worse when he stopped touching you and stepped away, leaving you to your dark thoughts.

It got harder and harder to remind yourself that this was a staged scenario, he was just too good in making you really uncomfortable. You felt so vulnerable and exposed, your arms started to hurt and your wrists were burning from the rough material cutting into your skin. Your naked feet scraped over the dirty floor as you tried to ease the pressure on your joints.

In all your struggles you somehow forgot that he was still there, somewhere, and when you suddenly felt his hands on your waist, lifting you from the ground, you couldn't help but shriek. You heard a weird scratching sound and when he put you down again, you were standing on some sort of box, with both feet flat on the rough surface, the tension in your arms lessening immediately.

Grabbing the chains firmer, no longer hanging from the ceiling, you tried your best to hold your balance once more. You were almost willing to thank him, but then his arms wrapped around your middle and you felt his hot mouth between your shoulder blades, sucking on your skin. Goosebumps rippled over your limbs in waves, all the way down to your thighs and only then did the heat start to pool between your legs.

Inhaling deeply, almost relaxed in his grip, you didn't realize that he lowered one hand until you felt something scraping over your skin. He put one messy kiss between your shoulders and then let go, focusing on what he was doing on your leg. One hand gripped your thigh, kneading the soft flesh almost painfully, as something cold and hard pressed against the back of your leg. You felt him shifting and you could only guess that he was crouching in front of you as something caused a clanging sound on the floor.

Grabbing your thighs with both hands now, he forced your legs apart. You shivered deeply, already threatening to lose your balance on the box, as he leaned in and planted wet kisses on your soft skin. His tongue lapped at your inner thighs with broad strokes, leaving a trail of quickly cooling saliva on your legs. A whimper escaped you while your breath caught in your throat. He continued his journey upwards, his breath hot and loud as his hands moved up the back of your thighs and firmly grabbed your ass, coaxing another shrill shriek out of you.

While he kneaded your cheeks with strong fingers, almost bruising your skin, his mouth had moved right to your centre and without any warning or whatsoever you could feel the tip of his hot tongue pressing against your clit. You squirmed, the chain rattling in your grip, your thighs twitching uncontrollably under the sudden touch. He kept at it, circling your nub vigorously, sucking it into his mouth, even biting it softly – and all you could do was whine and writhe in your confines. You would have kicked your legs, but then you'd have lost your balance completely.

Suddenly he took that thought right out of your mind and lifted you up swiftly, his hands cupping your rear, draping your quivering legs around his neck as he pushed his face deeper against your folds. You squeaked and in your surprise, tightened your thighs around his head. He responded by grazing your soft lips with his teeth and you squirmed only more. You felt him sucking on them, pulling on them, teasing them inside and out, his tongue hot on your sensitive skin.

His nose brushed against that throbbing bundle of nerves as he continued parting your folds with his mouth until he moved straight to your entrance, poking the tip of his tongue against it until you couldn't help it and felt your walls clenching around nothing but air. Until that changed and they were clenching around his tongue as he pushed it right into you, his muffled breaths almost as arousing as his bold move. For a moment you forgot about your hands tied to the ceiling and the damp surroundings and the things that happened prior.

All you felt was his hot mouth on you, stimulating every single nerve and muscle it could reach and more – a rather familiar feeling that soothed you as much as it turned you on. You were so lost in the sensation that the noise you heard in the back of your mind almost didn't register with you.

Footsteps.

You only heard them when he suddenly halted his movements, slowly withdrawing his tongue, leaving your quivering cunt longing for more. That want quickly froze when you felt him lean back and lower your legs back to the ground. A deep shiver rushed through you as he grabbed your throat and whispered: “I'll be right back.”

You let out a panicked noise that was a mixture of a whine and a groan as you squirmed in your confines, your heart thundering in your chest, making it hard to hear the noises around you. But those footsteps had been there and they absolutely did not fit into your planned scenario. What was going on?

The longer he was gone, the bigger the knot inside your stomach grew. You felt the cold air on your exposed skin, your centre throbbing in neglect, your chest rising and falling fast. Just when panic settled in and your mind produced the most horrifying outcomes of what could happen, something did happen.

Without hearing him beforehand, you felt his hand on your wrists and his other arm around your waist, as he lifted you up and off the hook you had been bound to. He carried you off the box until he put you down, stomach-first, on a cold, smooth surface, your legs hanging off before you placed your feet gingerly on the floor. He grabbed your tied hands and attached something to it and you heard another clinking sound, then something pulled on them and stretched your arms, causing you to slide a little over the table or whatever you were lying on.

With only your chest and stomach touching the surface, you raised your head to listen intently, but with how your arms pressed against your ears and how your own blood rushed through them loudly, you had trouble hearing anything. Yet another sense ripped from your arsenal. You whimpered softly at the realization, the tension building up more and more. And it wasn't the good kind of tension. It was fear.

You kept thinking back to the sound of footsteps and it drove you crazy that you couldn't completely confirm them. But he had left you right after you supposedly heard them, so who had he met? Who was there with him? Was there somebody else or had that noise come from outside and he had just checked if it was still safe? You couldn't say it for sure and it caused goosebumps to wash over your exposed limbs.

When something else washed over them, you shrieked, before you realized it was his hands. Or so you hoped. Fingers moved over your skin, tracing the curves of your body until they gripped your waist and pulled you back a little, a hard edge hitting your chin in the process. You groaned slightly and turned your head to rest it on the table. He didn't seem to care and you felt him pushing your legs apart with his body.

For a moment he just stood there, his fingers digging into your skin, before he leaned back quickly and disappeared again. Not for too long, as you then felt his hands on your ankles where he tied each of them to what you assumed to be a leg of the table. With your legs forced open like that, you felt a cold shudder rushing through you. You'd never felt this vulnerable before and you were still debating if you liked it or not.

He didn't give you time to adjust when you suddenly felt something pressing against your exposed folds. You braced yourself, but that was where the touch ended. He just swiped whatever it was through your slick and moved back again, putting something down beside your hip. His hands now moved to your rear and he started kneaded your flesh firmly, squeezing and almost bruising, pulling your cheeks apart and teasing at your folds until he moved a little upwards.

You squirmed wildly against your restraints as you felt his finger poking against your other hole, a whimpered “No!” escaping you, but he didn't seem to mind your noises. One hand caressed your curves towards your hip before it moved away, possibly gripping what he had put down earlier, while his fingertip kept drawing circles around your sensitive skin, teasing it further. You were breathing heavily, everything inside you fighting against whatever he had planned.

In your panicked haze you went through the list you had made and you wondered if this was anywhere on there, you just couldn't be sure, but something also kept you from calling out your safeword just yet. It felt uncomfortable, but also too new and exotic to actually know what it might feel like. And despite everything you were at least a little curious. And luckily for you, he really wanted to quench your thirst for knowledge.

You felt him swipe something through your wetness once more as his other finger withdrew from your ass, only to come down hard and swift as his hand slapped your cheek with a force that sent a shock wave through your body. Your surprised shriek echoed loudly off the walls of the room. He did it once more and you shrieked again, and as you braced for a third time it never came, instead he pushed something small and solid against your hole, and as you gasped deeply, you felt it slipping in.

Whimpering softly, your muscles clenching around it almost involuntarily, you felt him caressing your skin, his palm pressing against it, before he put his fingers around the object and pulled at it. It released with a bit of struggle and you writhed a little more. You felt his other hand slipping past your folds and moving through your wetness, before a finger of the same hand moved up and poked at your hole – and you inhaled sharply when he actually pushed in, smearing your slick around the tight ring of muscles.

You felt weird, it was an unknown kind of pressure and you didn't know if you liked it or not. It made your legs twitch against their confines and the sensation rushed down to your cunt, but feeling his finger in there just didn't sit right with you. He withdrew it then and replaced it with the object he had pushed in earlier. You gasped again and felt it just resting there, held tightly by your muscles, stretching your skin slightly.

And he left it there as he moved downwards again, his fingers slipping through your slick, rubbing and pressing and drawing lazy circles. Somehow you relaxed again a little bit, but only until he pushed two fingers past your folds and straight against that sweet spot as he simultaneously lowered his thumb to rub against your clit. You bucked your hips in response, letting out a moan-shriek. The tension in your stomach tightened and you had to bite your lip to not fall apart completely at the sensation.

He held his hand like that for a moment, just poking and prodding and stimulating, and you felt your legs giving in. Luckily you didn't really need them. As arousal flooded your clouded mind, you started breathing heavier, unconsciously jerking your hips against his hand, desperate for that extra bit of friction, but then he let go completely and you were left hanging, so close to feeling a little bit better, and yet so far away now.

Breathing loudly through your nose to show him your disapproval, you were forced to wait then as nothing else happened. You felt that thing in your butt as you started clenching your muscles around it out of sheer necessity, but that was all, it did nothing to bring you anywhere near your release. Sighing deeply, you shifted helplessly on the table.

With your arms over your ears and the blindfold still in place, ridding you of seeing and hearing anything, your mind began to wander to places you weren't so sure about wanting to reach. Darkness engulfed you not only physically, but threatened to fill your head as well. Once again you imagined the worst possible things happening, all of them diverging from that scenario you and your boyfriend had planned out ages ago, it felt like.

You realized he had led you right here, planting that idea in your head, making it sound so appealing, manipulating you into liking and wanting it, when in reality you weren't so sure any more.

It might have been boring to some (and him most certainly), but you liked it when he would just push you into the mattress, his body weight on you as he pressed himself inside you, slamming his hips into yours, as you would hold onto him and let him do his thing because that always was a guaranteed success in pushing you over the edge, repeatedly. He'd hit all the right spots, taking you to familiar heights, before he would fill you up with his warmth and stay like that until you were both too groggy to move. You couldn't count the times he would fall asleep on top of you with his cock still buried inside you. And you liked it like that. It felt safe and comforting and right.

But now you were strapped to a table, blindfolded and unaware, your legs forced open, something unfamiliar stuck in your ass, your thighs twitching in anticipation, and you felt cold and tense and vulnerable. And you hated waiting more than anything. Patience was not a virtue for you, and you knew that Sebastian knew that as well – and it made perfect sense that he would torture you like this. He was as predictable as he was unpredictable.

Breathing loudly through your nose, you tapped your feet nervously, about the only movement you could do anyway. You wanted him to see how impatient you were and frankly, focusing on that made you feel a little better as it gave you something to do. It drove away your discomfort and the fear still gnawing at the edges of your mind where questions like What if he just leaves me here like that? rolled around lazily, slightly growing with every passing heartbeat.

Just when the questions became louder and louder, you suddenly felt a hand on your hip, gripping tightly, and then, without warning and with your mind still occupied with doubts and fears, you felt him pressing his hard tip against your entrance. You squirmed under the pressure, your body not ready at all for the intrusion, yet he didn't care and pushed further as your legs twitched and pained whimpers escaped you.

He was anything but gentle – and in the middle of experiencing pain you'd never experienced before, you thought about how lucky you were normally, with how much he prepared you, how much he cared about making you feel good, long before he would focus on his own pleasure. But this was about losing control and being at the mercy of someone, you reminded yourself, and this was what you signed up for. And you didn't like it one bit.

To say he was rough was an understatement. His fingers dug into your hips, definitely bruising your skin, as he forced his cock deeper and deeper and your walls were not complying at all. They were so clenched and tight, all his intrusion did was send shivers and shudders through your body, like tiny needles poking at every single nerve. You whined loudly, writhing beneath him and against your restraints, as tears spilled from your eyes and soaked the blindfold.

And this was just him pushing in, he hadn't even moved yet. Once he seemed satisfied with how deep he was, he halted and loosened his grip on your hips, only to drive his hands down on your ass, each slap sending more shock waves through your body. You screamed and wailed, squirming more and more, not realizing that you only made it worse by doing so. You felt your skin tingling and could only imagine how raw it must look and how you'd probably be able to see his hand imprint on your flesh.

Suddenly he poked at the thing still wedged in your ass and you let out a panicked shriek, your breaths erratic and your heart thundering in your chest. You felt him grabbing the object and turning it slightly, and as he did so, he started withdrawing from the tight grasp of your cunt, slowly, almost excruciatingly slow, and your legs twitched badly with every inch. Your muscles clenched even more and he seemed to feel it, as he then pushed back in with a grunt, and then again and again.

His noises mixed with your whimpers as he fell into a rapid pace of moving his cock in and out, completely out, only to push past your entrance every time, coaxing shrieks and whimpers and eventually moans out of you as you became more and more overwhelmed by the pain and unexpected pleasure of it. Your body soon surrendered to the sensations and all you felt were his hips slamming against your ass, the tremors rippling through your body and the thing inside your tight ring of muscles seemed to vibrate with every thrust.

You moaned and cried and whined, thrashing your head around, trying to fight it and simultaneously trying to enjoy it. It was certainly a struggle you had not anticipated. You almost lost it, as your breaths became so fast you felt light-headed and close to fainting, but then you felt his hand around your throat and he was pulling your head up slightly. You wailed in surprise and then didn't make any sound any more as he pushed his fingers past your lips and held you like that as he plunged into you over and over again at a frightening speed.

Your saliva pooled around his fingers and your gurgled noises only faded together with the slapping of skin against skin and the squelches of your slowly adjusting pussy as your wetness finally helped in making it feel a little better. He kept pushing in and out, the grip of his fingers bruising, but soon you felt too numb to feel the aching of your jaw or the roughness of his thrusts or the hold he had on the object in your ass.

It all melted together as your head started spinning and you were almost sure your release was right around the corner, so close you could almost taste it past his fingers. Your walls were fluttering around his cock, the tension inside your stomach built almost painfully, but then he let go of your head and it smacked onto the table, before he grabbed your waist and picked up his pace another notch, his grunts and groans filling the room as you were still whimpering from the collision with the table, momentarily too stunned to try to chase your own pleasure.

He, on the other hand, was hell-bent to get his before yours, it seemed. Such an unfamiliar feeling that it almost made you sad. Not that you could have felt any other emotion right now as he pounded you for what you were at that moment: a more or less willing victim, just a means for his release, a hole to fill. And when he let out a loud growl and slammed his pelvis against your ass and pulled your hips towards him at the same time, burying himself as deeply as possible, as his tight balls pushed against your folds, he did indeed that: he filled you.

You felt him pumping and twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warmth spilling into every nook and cranny and soon past his length as it didn't seem to stop. You whimpered and felt your insides convulsing, but it did nothing to help you reach your own climax. That dissipated slowly as he eventually pulled out, leaving behind a hot trail of cum you could feel burning on your bruised skin. Your walls clenched around his seed in a desperate attempt to get anything out of it, but alas, that ship had sailed and it left you feeling even more miserable.

Still light-headed and not numb enough to not feel the pain pulsing through your core, you lay on the table, spent and exhausted, your thighs twitching and your stomach tense and hurting. Saliva was dripping from your parted lips and pooled beneath your cheek, but you couldn't close your mouth, you didn't have it in you. You realized then that this whole idea had been the worst you'd ever agreed to. And for a moment you hated him for convincing you to do it.

While you wallowed in your sorrow, new tears seeping into your blindfold and past it, you suddenly felt a hand on your cheek, wiping at your tears, sweat and spit, and you inhaled sharply at the sensation. Another hand slowly caressed your tense shoulders, fingers gliding over your skin and gently massaging your sore neck. A little moan escaped you and you felt a little better, but only until the hands left you again.

You listened intently, waiting for more, wanting, no, needing more, but more never came. Instead you were left with your shuddering limbs, your throbbing cunt and the strange sensation of whatever was lodged inside your ass. You inhaled deeply, trying to calm your shallow breaths, and focusing on that seemed to ease the pain and disappointment coursing through your body and soul.

For a moment that was all there was. You and the repercussions of whatever had just happened. Yet you didn't want to think about it, you couldn't. Trying to remind yourself that this was just a scenario, a planned one, and he might have mentioned something like this when he had manipulated you into agreeing to this, though it did nothing to relax your aching heart that kept drumming inside your chest.

Just when you thought you'd completely sink into the darkness surrounding you both physically and mentally, you felt something brush against your back, slowly moving over the curve of your spine until it teased against the object poking out of you. You shivered deeply. Not quite sure what had touched you, you shifted on the table, until you felt something being put on your lower back, something cold and smooth but also strangely alive, weighty enough for you to feel it was there, writhing and almost thrumming against your skin.

You froze as you tried to imagine what it was, but then you felt it uncurling on you and it got longer and skinnier as it moved between your shoulder blades and into your hair. And then you heard a faint hissing sound and you screamed bloody murder when you felt a long, thin tongue buzzing against your cheek.

“Shh!” You heard a voice behind you before someone grabbed the back of your head to hold you down as you squirmed in utter panic. “It won't harm you, unless you provoke it!”

You whimpered loudly, frozen in place, as (what you thought was) a large snake slithered around your neck and teased its small head against your jaw. Another hissing sound filled the room, loud enough to vibrate in your ears, and the snake moved back over your shoulder, its tail teasing and lightly pressing against your throat before it disappeared and seemingly coiled up on your lower back, droning slightly against your skin.

Forcing back new tears, you didn't dare to breathe. Despite dating a Slytherin, your least favourite animals were snakes. The feel of it, the sound, the weight and strength that floppy stick could possess, and the fangs and potential to kill you with just one bite was enough for you to really despise these creatures. Yet you didn't know if you ever told Sebastian this. And even if, he wouldn't be that cruel, now would he? (Your sore body seemed to disagree.)

And that hissing sound you had heard earlier poked at certain memories in your panic riddled mind, enough to distract you from the snake lying on your back for a moment. It had sounded strangely familiar, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. You turned your face to the other side and rested on your wet cheek, your lips parted and trembling as you listened into the dark room once more. And then, as if on cue, you heard it again, closer this time, and it sounded like words in a foreign language, rasping and buzzing, a deep thrumming sound that made the animal resting on top of you move again.

You could feel its muscles pressing against your skin as it slithered down your hips and then wound itself around your shaking leg until its cold pressure left you completely. You took a shuddering breath when it did, almost forgetting that you had figured out where you'd heard that hissing sound before. And the realization made you hold your breath all over again.

Your mind was racing as you wondered why, in the middle of your planned scenario (that didn't go quite as planned as you had hoped), you would hear your boyfriend's best friend talk in Parseltongue, apparently commanding a snake to tease and scare you?

What in Merlin's blasted facial hair was Ominis doing here?

(to be continued in part 2)

PART 2 IS HERE

End notes: Yes! This will turn into a Throuple/Sebinis/Threesome story! I hope you're excited! (I know I am!)

So after having written quite a lot of passive/victim!reader/mc pieces, I certainly need to reverse the roles some day. This is all adding to the list of how I can take my revenge on this naughty boy (even though he might get a taste of it in the next part /clickbait). You just wait!

For now, sorry, hope you enjoyed yet another one of those “he does things to you and you can't do anything against it” works. They are still fun to write, don't get me wrong, especially this one, even though it might have been my darkest/most deranged one yet...

Also let me remind you: despite the things I let my characters/protagonist say, I do not necessarily stand by them, like, I do have a tentacle kink and reader-chan here doesn't, so don't let them offend you! They don't know better!

Reader's favorite number is 21 because, uh, I didn't know if you knew but the 21st letter of the alphabet is U. (Makes sense, huh? I thought it was clever >_>) And I read about safewords that you should use numbers or long words instead of just banana or something. I did do my research, even for filth like this, okay?

Remember: Part two is right here!

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Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (somnophilia, tentacles)

It is that time again (breeding kink)

A scholar and a pervert (overstimulation, sex toys)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, public)

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2) (threesome, oral/vaginal/anal)

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hiiiii omg your childe fic was SO. CUTE. 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 sooooo could I request a scenario where alhaitham and reader are roommates???? romantic tension is real 🤭 imagine the lingering stares at his body (muscles) and getting caught ??? you cooking for him?? falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch?? helping him fix his tie for work???? he's so cute i am absolutely deranged i am so sorry ☺️☺️☺️ dating but not dating fr

i made this into a drabble-y format because i wanted to write things inspired by ur ideas without the story dragging on or being repetitive ueagdhfgs i GET the al haitham brainrot he’s so. aa. if i ever say no to romanticizing mundane life call the fire dept because that is Not me. also never apologize for being feral over a fictional man...... no one is immune to hot 2d men ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, domestic life shenanigans, reader ogles his muscles bc Yeah, lowkey crack a little bit includes: gn!reader, alhaitham, lowkey modern au sorta kindof maybe wc: 1,3k

Living with Alhaitham is easy. Living with your feelings for him, however, is not. At first you thought you would simply get flustered by him because he looked intimidating and because you didn’t know him all that well- you were just a little scared of him and the way your heart raced around him was because of your body panicking. Surely. But, the more time went on and you got to know him, slowly but surely, he came out of his shell and your schedules began to merge to allow yourselves to easily (metaphorically) dance around the other, a seamless waltz that you perfected to a tee. And, to no one's surprise, you weren't perpetually flustered because of how scary he could look.

-ˋˏ his and your chores

Cleaning up after yourself when you live with someone is imperative; when you live alone you can let yourself go a little, but when you share a living space with someone it’s only courteous to keep your shared space clean of any messes. 

You and Alhaitham had agreed that you’d share chores. Most of the time, when you were on picking-up-the-trash duty you wouldn’t need to do too much since he would have emptied out his own trashcan in the communal bin, and the same thing applied to him when it was his turn to maintain your shared bathroom clean since you’d do your best to keep it as clean as possible. However, one of the things you didn’t realize would affect you so much was when you had agreed to this “system” was when you’d see him do the dishes for the first time. 

Something as banal as your roommate standing over the kitchen sink, sleeveless shirt exposing his muscles as he scrubbed the plates you had both used to eat dinner. Was it the water that would occasionally splash on him, making his black tank look even the slightest bit sheer and making you stare shamelessly, drinking in the sight? Was it his small scowl whenever he touched soggy bits of food in the sink? (making you wish he was scowling at you in a strange desire to have his attention even if it was as a result of a bad thing)

...it was probably because, when he was doing the dishes, you realized he always had his headphones in, and it allowed you to stare at him all you wanted when he wasn’t facing you because he was so focused on his task. 

He caught you staring once, but you managed to convince him that it wasn't what it looked like (it was) 

-ˋˏ coming back from the gym 

Alhaitham went to the gym often, that much you could guess from his build. No one had biceps that thick from genes alone- you got to confirm your guess when you (literally) ran into him when he was coming back from the gym in the middle of the night. He promptly apologized (with an expressionless face) and explained that the gym was much quieter at 3am when you asked him why in the Seven he was at the gym so late. Though the flat was dark, you could still see the faint outline of his body from the small bits of moonlight shining through... somewhere. Peeling your eyes away from him you make your way to the fridge to do what you had come out of your room for- that good cold, mid-night glass of water. 

His eyes followed your sluggish figure, scoffing amusedly. With only a few steps, he catches up to you and grabs the glass from your hands, chugging it. Some water dribbles down the side of his mouth down his chin and you do nothing but gawk at him, emotions a mess. 

Should you be mad he so rudely took your glass of water? Or should you be grateful you could see how body properly, illuminated by the fridge light? One thing you knew for sure, you were going to need to grab a new glass of water since he stole yours. 

-ˋˏ making food

With your chores separated, there was one thing you had agreed to do on your own- that being anything regarding lunch and dinner. Breakfast was easy enough; you’d eat a normal portion of a normal breakfast while Al Haitham would eat almost twice as much as you because of his workout routine (he had explained how he had to bulk and offered to pay for the extra groceries) so you often ate the same thing since it was more convenient. 

Lunch was different. Sometimes you had places to be (whether it be work or class) and you wouldn’t be there to eat lunch, vice versa. The same thing applied to dinner. So, when you both were at the apartment at the same time for a meal that wasn’t breakfast, you’d make food for the other- but only occasionally. Basically, only when you felt like it. 

The first time he cooked you dinner he made a hearty soup that, by taking one glance at it, made your mouth water. You insisted that he make more to keep as leftovers so you could bring some to eat when you had time between classes, but he refused, saying that it was best fresh. 

So, he made you dinner more often. Every time he did you felt your heart clench at the domestic sight; Alhaitham in a corny, pink and frilly apron with his sleeves rolled up, carefully chopping up vegetables and tossing spices in the pot. 

One time he accidentally cut his finger and you rushed to his side to help. You held his hand under the running water of the sink and had to force your brain to act normally- it was hard not to let it wander when you kept focusing on the feeling of his hand in yours. 

A different time, he made you taste the broth by holding the spoon up to your mouth. The proximity nearly killed you. 

-ˋˏ convincing him to play games together 

Your roommate spent most of his time being productive, unlike you. Most of the time. 

You offered to play games together every so often when you had first moved in. His answer was a polite no (but still equally gut-wrenching and embarrassing to be on the receiving end of) and you gave up for a while. It couldn’t be that bad to have a beefy, intimidating roommate you barely knew, right? It was fine if you stayed strangers and just... respected the other person’s space. Probably. 

But eventually, your relationship changed from strangers to roommates to acquainted roommates. It was then that, when he saw you on your laptop in the living room, playing the role of Player 1 and Player 2 to solve puzzles, that he thought maybe he should just... play something with you. He told himself that he just felt bad for you, but part of him was actually interested in what you were playing. 

He sat next to you, startling you from the sudden shift on the sofa. 

“Is your offer still on the table?” he asked with an amused smirk, watching the character on your screen fall into poison. With a bashful smile you nod, placing the laptop closer to him so it could rest on your right thigh and his left thigh. 

Explaining the rules of the game was easy enough; you’re fireboy and he’s watergirl, each of you have to go through your own door to clear the level and to get to those doors you have to solve puzzles with the other one’s help. Needless to say, you both learned a lot from each other.  

You didn’t know your silver haired, perpetually calm roommate could raise his voice and he didn’t know you had such a wide, extensive vocabulary. 

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup! #yes the game is fireboy and watergirl #i didnt want to have it be mario kart or uno #i like to think he'd be a little TOO into the game #“NO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY ON THE BUTTON ILL TELL U WHEN TO MOVE” #im projecting #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #alhaitham x y/n #genshin x y/n

[kyriearashi-blog]

Why making Aziraphale and Crowley mortal would be more cruel than ending their story with S2

Ever since Michael Sheen replied to a tweet regarding them turning mortal, I’ve seen an uptick in people talking about the theory that that is how their story ends. Perhaps it’s because I just had a death in the family, but the idea of it made me horribly emotional. I managed to outline the reasons why, and wanted to share my thoughts.

1. It undermines Crowley not wanting to become an angel for Aziraphale

It was a huge character growth moment for Crowley, who has been treating Aziraphale gently their entire lives on Earth, to refuse to become an angel to stay with him. To go from refusing to change for him, to changing to a mortal so they can be together, negates this powerful decision. It also feeds into Aziraphale’s idea that they can’t be together as an angel and a demon, which means it would negate any character growth he needs to go through to be able to earn Crowley’s love.

2. Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to be together as an angel and a demon

While Gabriel was willing to change to be with Beelzebub in Hell, at the end they didn’t need to. They could go off together as they were. Why do our heroes, who have experienced so much, need to be humans to be together?

3. They would never be able to go to Alpha Centauri together

While they could technically go before changing, it wouldn’t have the same impact, knowing they could never go again. They met in the stars that Crowley made. To say they can never see them as anything other than fancy wallpaper, for the rest of their mortal lives, simply hurts.

4. They would barely have time together

If they became mortal as we know them, they would have maybe 30 years together. In which time, one would have to watch the other whither and die and be left alone. Then what happens? Do they return to Heaven and Hell? Are they simply dead and gone? Are they reincarnated and meet each other over and over for eternity?

While the latter may seem romantic, it’s simply just as tragic as the other options. They wouldn’t be them. They wouldn’t know the depth of their love, and their story would still end in death, every time. It would be Romeo and Juliet: a tragic and painful romance, that always ends in tragedy and pain.

5. Aziraphale would lose a part of Crowley he loves

Perhaps this isn’t such a big deal, but Aziraphale loves Crowley’s eyes. The color, the expressiveness… he constantly loses himself in them. Obviously, these would be gone, should they become mortal. This may seem like a positive, since Crowley would no longer have to hide behind his sunglasses, but it is yet again a case of changing who he is to be with Aziraphale.

Everyone is entitled to their opinions, of course, but I had to get these thoughts out of my mind, which is already dealing with mourning family. If season 3 aired today, and ended with them being mortal, I don’t think I could handle it. Mortality is too tragic to be thrust upon these beautiful characters.

#good omens #good omens thoughts #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #good omens theories

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART ONE: ONE NIGHT STAND

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Notes/Background:

As mentioned before, I have decided to rewrite this story which is a story I have become invested in. I made some changes to the background, location and interactions between my characters so that I can follow a story outline and whilst the reader in this fic has a very specific racial and social economic background, I decided to use reference to “you” and “Y/N”. I hope no one is put off by this.

The fic plays in 2022 and, in midst of going through separation, Cillian has decided to take six months off from acting in order to volunteer at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, located in the heart of Dublin.

The following characters are relevant to this story:

Cillian (46)

In this fictional piece, Cillian is 46.  Just six weeks ago, he moved out of his material home following yet another argument with his wife Danielle who, just like him, works in the industry. She is an actress.

He now rents an apartment in Dublin while going through the initial stages of divorce and, whilst he is struggling to adapt to his new life, he knows that it had been coming. Their marriage had been in distress for the past two years, ever since Danielle cheated on him with another actor while on set.

Danielle (42)

Danielle is Cillian’s soon to be ex-wife. She, too, is struggling to adapt to the new living arrangements but has already gone on a few dates in order to get her mind of the separation.

Danielle will play an important part later in this fic.

Dermont (50)

Just like in real life, Dermont is Cillian’s friend who has been trying hard to get Cillian to go out and let his hair down.

Dermont too is married, with children, and will play an important part throughout this fic.

Nina (13)

Nina is Cillian’s daughter who he sees occasionally now that his wife makes it difficult for him to gain access to his children. Nina, however, has her own mind and does what she wants, causing some trouble for both of her parents.

Nina’s biggest passion is dancing and she attends an elite program at the Dublin Academy of Dance. The lessons take place twice per week, after school.

Nina also has a close relationship with Cillian’s mother, aka Grandma Murphy.

Max (16)

Max is Cillian’s son and spends a little more time with his father than his mother would like. At 16, he too does his own thing and, just like his father, he enjoys acting.

Kit (32)

Kit is Cillian’s personal assistant and will play a bigger part in this fic later on.

James (24)

James is your on and off boyfriend throughout this fic and attends acting classes with you.

Lorraine (23)

Lorraine is one of your friends. Lorraine also attends acting class with you.

Emma (23)

Emma is your best friend. You share a small studio apartment with her which, essentially, is all you can afford. Emma moved to Ireland with you in 2019 after you both received an international scholarship through an UNESCO project. Both of you migrated to America as children, without parents, and went through the so-called foster system there. You never found a real home back in the US and Emma was always the one who kept you in check and, whilst you were dedicated to your work, you did some things in your teens of which you were not exactly proud of.

You (22)

After having been in and out of foster care in the US, in 2019, you moved to Ireland through a scholarship program.

You are interested in literature, theatre, acting, music and, in particular, dancing.

You are an incredible dancer and teach ballet and contemporary dance to students at the Dublin Dance Academy after spending most of your days at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, learning how to act on stage.

You are in your final year of studies and your dream is to act, on stage, in front of a large audience. Unfortunatly for you though, you are rather self-conscious about your past and sometimes struggle with confidence.

What you do not know however is that your life is about too change following a night out in Temple Bar with your best friend. You will leave your past behind and become more confident with the help of someone who you never thought you could connect with.

CILLIAN’S POV

‘Common Cill! You need to get out of the house and have some fun. Let’s go for a pint. Or two…’ Dermont said to his friend as they were sitting on the couch, talking about how Cillian’s wife had caused some problems again with the children’s school. Cillian was frustrated and the exhaustion was written on his face.

He felt depressed and upset that it had come to this as, for years, he tried hard to stay with Danielle for his children’s sake. Eventually though, he gave up and this meant that he could see his children less often now, only three out of seven days per week, unless, of course, Danielle changed her plans.

After twenty years, the love was gone and so was the passion. Danielle was no longer loyal to him and Cillian had to revaluate his life at the age of 46. The two of them fought a lot and this affected the children who, just last week, said to Cillian’s mother that they were glad for the fact that their parents had finally called it quits.

Ever since their separation though, Cillian acted like hermit and stayed at home. He watched TV or listened to music, not feeling the need to go out until, eventually, his best friend had enough of it.

“I don’t know pal. I am not in the mood” was what Cillian said while Dermont barged into his friend bedroom and opened up the cabinet, looking for something for Cillian to wear.

“Too bad. We are going out. I am not taking no for an answer” Dermont responded before telling his mate to go and shower which, eventually, he did.

YOUR POV

It was Thursday evening, around 6 o’clock when you sat in the university library and packed up your books and laptop before making your way to Temple Bar. As usual, you were late and your friend Emma was probably already waiting for you.

Ten minutes later, she indeed greeted you at the door of the overcrowded pub, telling you that you were being impolite for keeping her waiting.

“I am sorry. I got caught up reading. Drama School is back next week and I need to be prepared” you said, apologising to your friend before giving her a tight hug.

“Nah, don’t apologise. I was just teasing you. I couldn’t possibly be angry at you” she smiled in response and, the truth was that, instead of being angry, she felt truly sorry for you.

You had recently broken up with James again and the break up itself was a difficult one. You were on and off, breaking up continuously, but this time you were certain not to go back to him. He had cheated on you after you had been with him for three years and the fact that he could do something so cruel broke you.

In the end, however, you stopped drowning yourself in self-pity and when Emma called you up, suggesting a girls’ night out, you agreed to join in.

Unfortunatly for you, however, your other friends, Nora and Lorraine did not come. They both attended Drama School with you and decided to see a play at the Gaiety, which was something you couldn’t afford to do. Thus, it was just you and Emma and Emma was certainly the odd one out between the four of you.

She was not in the same class with you and the others but, instead, studied fashion design worked as a bartender in Chelsea. She had dropped out of Drama School last year and was funky, outgoing and somewhat weird.

“So, are you ready to get tanked?” Emma asked as you simply stood there when you walked in, still pondering about your failed relationship.

“I rarely ever drink Emma” you reminded her and, the truth was, that you didn’t like to go out to bars and pubs either. You much rather sat at home with a good book in your hand while listening to some music.

“Well, too bad! Go and find a seat for us. We are going to get drunk and bitch about everything we hate about men, and believe me, I have a long list" Emma joked before disappearing into the crowd in order to fetch you a drink.

Just as Emma walked off, you looked around to see if you could find a table inside the crowded room but, to your disappointment, most of them were already taken.

It was a long weekend so the fact that most people were out drinking did not really surprise you and, when Emma returned with drinks in her hand, you could not help but laugh. She had purchased the most ridiculous looking cocktails, featuring both, a lot of cream on top and a Hawaiian style umbrella sticking out to the side. They were sickening to say the least but, unbeknownst to you, each of them had at least three shots of tequila.

“What is this? It looks and tastes awful” you then told her after you took a first sip from the large glass before, suddenly, you felt a slight nudge on your back which, ultimately, caused you to tumble forward and slosh your drink all over your friend’s shirt.

"Fuck” you spat as the man behind you who clearly ignored you even after running into you, so you turned around and scowled him.  

‘An apology would have been nice’ you said with frustration as Emma was drying off her shirt.

‘An apology?’ he asked with a thick Irish accent before telling you that it was you who stepped back and pushed into him and his friend.

“I did not!” you said before you swallowed nervously. “You ran into me” you then pointed out again as your eyes were drawn to the stranger’s eyes. They were several shades of blue, just like the deep of the ocean. You had a thing for men with big and beautiful eyes and despite your annoyance with this stranger, you had to admit that he was rather attractive.

He was Irish for sure. His accent was strong and his skin was pale, featuring many tiny little freckles. He had slightly greying hair which were not too short and not too long either. They looked a little messy but this style was exactly what suited him.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that looked a little worn around the knee area. His boots, too, were worn but probably expensive, made from brown leather and, around his right wrist, he wore a basic watch and on the other, he featured a leather band.

"Well, okay. I am sorry, alright? I don’t need an argument right now” the stranger said while you assessed him and it was obvious to both of your friend that you had caught each other’s attention. This handsome stranger was looking at you just as you were looking at him and his friend decided to take the lead.  

“Yes, my friend here can be a little clumsy at times” he said to you before shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I am Dermont by the way and I am less clumsy than my friend here who, as an apology, will buy you a drink” he joked, causing the blue-eyed stranger to furrow his eyebrows.

“I will?” he asked Dermont who gave him a quick a but reassuring nod.  

“A drink would be nice. I am Y/N and this Emma” you said before shaking both of men’s hands and then asking for the other man’s name.

“And you? What’s your name?” you wanted to know.

“Cillian” the stranger responded and, after you told him that it was nice to meet him, Dermont prompted you both to follow them to the bar, which was when Cillian pulled his friend aside, asking him in a whisper about what he was doing.

“Helping you out with the ladies, mate. The one wearing the dress has caught your attention and there is no reason for you not to pursue her now that you are single again” Dermont whispered back while Cillian quickly shook his head.

“There is! She is in her mid-twenties at the most which is too fucking young” Cillian pointed out but Dermont was determined to make it happen anyway.

“Yeah, and? You don’t have to marry her. Just have some fun. Let loose. Take her home. I don’t know” Dermont said before making an interesting observation. “Despite, she clearly has no idea who you are so this is a huge bonus” Dermont told him before turning to you again and asking you what you wanted to drink.

“Gin and tonic would be nice” you said shyly before thanking him for the gesture.

“And your friend? What will she have?” he then asked for politeness sake but Emma was still not impressed by what happened.

“Nothing. I think I am leaving. I am all sticky and wet” Emma said angrily to the man who was looking at her somewhat dumbfounded now, which is when you spoke up and smiled.

‘Listen. She has had a bad day so, would you give us a minute please?’ you asked, not wanting the men to leave just yet.

You had your eyes on the clumsy blue-eyed stranger and, albeit the fact that he was clearly at least twice your age, he was cute, handsome and intriguing.  

“I got to go home Y/N. I smell of Tequila now. It is gross. I am sorry, but you are coming with me, right? I cannot leave you here by yourself” Emma told you quietly but you shook your head.

“Would you mind if I stayed? These guys look harmless and the clumsy one is kind of cute” you asked before glancing over to the stranger again, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows.

“He is twice your age” she pointed out.

“And your point is?” you chuckled before you gave her a cheeky smile.

“Okay. He is attractive. I give you that. But you need to be careful, alright? He might be married or weird. Or possibly both” Emma lectured you and you raised a very important question, which clearly outlined your intentions to her.

“He doesn’t wear a wedding ring so I doubt that he is married” you pointed out before looking over towards the blue eyed stranger again and, immediately, your eyes met his. “So let’s say that he isn’t married or weird, would it be wrong if I was to hook up with him just for one night? I never had a one night stand before but he’s really hot and I really need to get over James. This could really help, you know…” you said, causing Emma to laugh.

‘It’s not wrong to have a one night stand silly. You are young and should let your hair down once in a while. James has been holding you back so I would say, go for it…” she told you, giving you the reassurance you needed.

“Now go and get him tiger. And text me if you are not coming home so that I know that you are safe” Emma then said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her.

“Yes mum” you joked before giving her a hug and disappearing into the crowd again to follow the stranger.

***

After a minute or so, you approached Cillian again. He was holding a gin and tonic in one hand and a pint of Guinness in the other. His somewhat random friend had disappeared and, without questioning him about it, you took your drink from his hand and walked over towards a quieter area with him.

“I am sorry about your friend” Cillian then said carefully while you smiled at him and leaned back against the wall.

“It’s fine, really” you told him almost shyly as he glanced at you with those sparkling blue eyes. They were large and magical and blended in nicely with his pale freckled skin.

“Where did your friend go?” you then asked while secretly hoping that he too had taken off.

“His wife called. He had to leave and told me to apologise to you for not saying goodbye” Cillian explained and you quickly realised that this was a set up.

“Really? His wife called, huh?” you thus teased, causing Cillian to laugh.

“Yes. That’s what he said. Although, to tell you the truth, I think that he was trying to set us up so, if you prefer, we can just leave it at that and go our separate ways” Cillian then said with great honesty and your jaw dropped.

“I knew it” you then laughed in response while trying hard to look surprised.  

“How so?” Cillian asked.

“You aren’t a good actor. I didn’t believe you for a second when you said that his wife called. He told you to say that, didn’t he?” you chuckled causing the handsome stranger to furrow his eyebrows.

“I am not a good actor?” he asked. He was surprised by your statement but now knew for sure that you really had no idea who he was.

“No” you said, earning you a chuckle.

“Well, I suppose I wasn’t trying to put on an act” Cillian pointed out with laughter.

“Okay. Fair enough” you responded.  “So, are you married?” you then asked, wanting to make sure.

“Why would my friend be trying to set me up with you if I was married?” Cillian asked surprised, chuckling again.

“I don’t know, but these things happen, so I want to be cautious. It just doesn’t make sense for someone like you to be single, you know…” you stammered before realising that you must have sounded like an idiot right now.

“Someone like me?” Cillian chuckled before answering your question. “I separated from wife six weeks ago, so I am single but, to be clear, I am also not interested in dating right now” he then pointed out with more seriousness and you smiled.

“Good. Because neither am I” you explained and, after a while, you got talking about more entertaining topics like books, music and even art.

Just like you, he was obsessed with literature and theatrics. He loved music and music was what you talked about the most. You learned that he had children and you told him about having migrated to Ireland from the US.

Talking with Cillian was fun. He seemed educated and very smart. He was funny too and, after about three drinks and endless conversations, you ended up asking about his age. You were curious and learned that he was in his mid-forties but, when he asked you about your age, you lied.

“I am 29” you said, making yourself a whooping six years older than you actually were.

“Really? 29?” he asked over yet another drink and you nodded shyly.

“Yes. Why?” you asked and he smiled.

“You look much younger” he admitted and you bit your tongue. You knew that lying was wrong but you also knew that, if you had told him your real age, the night may have ended right then and there. There was no way he would have been interested in you if he knew that you were half his age.

In the end, he believed you and, within the next half an hour or so, you were both up to your fourth drink and this is when Cillian glanced into your eyes and saw some uncertainty laced with a heavy dosing of lust.

But lust, you saw in his eyes as well and it did not take him long to close the last inch of air in between you and felt you jump at the contact.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Maybe somewhere a little quieter?” he then asked after almost two hours of talking and drinking, which, really, turned out to be exactly what you were waiting for. He had never done this before but also knew that he had nothing to lose. He wanted to take his chances with you and knew that it would, possibly, lead to more.

“Yes. Sure. Where do you want to go?” you then stammered as his eyes just dropped to your mouth again before, slowly, he leaned in, his lips just millimetres from yours now without touching them yet.

“Where do you live?” he then asked carefully, almost whispering the words into your ear and thereby testing the waters, but you knew that you could not have taken him home with you as you were living with your friend in a tiny studio apartment.

“Darndale, but my place is being renovated at the moment” you lied again. “How about you?” you then asked and he smiled.

“Not far from here” he told you with a hint of reluctance as well and, when you suggested for him to show you his place, he nodded carefully.

“Okay. Yes. Let’s get a taxi?” he asked and, once again you smiled and gave him a reluctant nod.

***

After you got into the taxi and Cillian gave the taxi-driver his address, it did not take you both very long before you finally started to make out.

The sexual tension that had built up between you was unreal and, just as you sat there, next to this stranger, like a shy little girl, his hand came to caress your leg as if this was the most normal thing to do.

He had a certainty about him which both intrigued and aroused you and, just as his fingers traced over your skin, he could feel you trembling.

As your tainted breath became shaky, Cillian leaned towards you, this time to taste the remnants of the liquor from your lips, and you let him.

His actions caught you by surprise but you gave into the kiss nonetheless. It felt good, incredible, and passionate.

After kissing your lips for a few minutes in the back of the taxi, Cillian then leaned down further and helped himself to the delicate skin along your neck. He kissed and licked and sucked at the sensitive skin until you were writhing and making impatient little sounds from your throat. He then buried one hand into your hair and attacked your mouth again, capturing those rosy red lips with his ow.

His tongue soon demanded entrance and you were in no position to refuse. Your hands grasped at Cillian’s body as you gave into the onslaught of his tongue, darting in and out, teasing and caressing until both of you were breathless. Cillian’s mouth tasted sweet and yet bitter, the liquor still lingering on his lips. It tasted so good and you wanted more.

You were moaning freely against his mouth, your hands taking on a life of their own to roam across his back which is when Cillian broke the kiss and flirting time was over.

The taxi pulled up in front of his apartment building and you stepped out together and walked through the lobby.

***

The building itself was much fancier than what you were used to and, after less than a minute, you arrived at the elevator and Cillian pushed the button. Your heart was beating fast in your chest now and, just as you waited, you turned towards Cillian and pressed your lips against his again.

Without reluctance, he deepened the kiss and began to gently probe your mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed your body, caressing and kneading and you pulled yourself up against him feeling the length of him against your leg.

It was almost like the beast within you both had been unleashed at the same time and, when the elevator's bell chimed and the doors opened wide, you both stumbled into his penthouse.

His hands were on you in an instant again and the erotic sensation of this man’s touch alone sent a quiver through your body. He was so much older than you and, yet, you kissed and caressed each other like two teenagers in heat.

“I never…you know” you stammered nervously as Cillian’s hands were everywhere as you somehow managed to find your way in to his bedroom within mere seconds.  

“You never had a one-night stand?” he asked just as you found yourself being pinned against the wall in the heat of the moment.

“No. Never” you responded, knowing very well that this was all this was going to be. A one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less. That was what you both wanted and he made sure for you to know that before he took you upstairs.

“Do you want to stop?” he thus asked gently but you shook your head. You did not want him to stop. He made you feel good. Too good.

‘No’ you whispered eventually as you moaned with lust when his lips connected with yours again and you swung your arms around his neck, tugging on his curls.

You kissed and then caressed each other while you began to grind yourself against him, feeling the length of his hard cock through the denim of the jeans.

“Fuck. You are something else. Simply stunning” Cillian then whispered into your ear after nibbling on it gently, eliciting another loud moan from you.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this kind of thing before?” he then teased and you shyly shook your head.

‘No, but I want to. I want you to fuck me. Right now” you whispered, running your hand over his crotch and it was becoming way too difficult for Cillian to control himself now. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

‘Good. Because I am unable to hold back much longer’ he then said before spinning you around, which is when, finally, you got a good look at where you would be experiencing your first time with anyone but James.

To your surprise, Cillian’s bed looked like something out of a magazine with a white comforter and an abundance of pillows resting against a large wooden headboard that arched backward toward the wall. Lamps on either side of the bed cast a warm yellow light around the room, making the entire space feel soft.

Just as you looked at it, the blue-eyed stranger came up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear again “let me take this off for you”

The man’s hands then went to the back of your dress where he released the zipper and, just as he did, you pushed the fabric to the floor and stepped out of it before kicking off your shoes. You were now undressed, wearing nothing more than a pair of black lace panties, and then, when you turned around to face this much older man again, his eyes went straight to your naked breasts.

‘Fuck, they are perfect’ he said almost inadvertently as he caressed your firm flesh before, finally, pulling each of your nipples slightly.

‘They aren’t too bad’ you giggled as his hands massaged your firm numbs before they wandered deeper and deeper until he made contact with your lace covered core.

“Lay down for me” he then ordered as your breathing increased with the sudden flash of heat radiating from both of your bodies. You could feel his eyes on your breasts still as you complied with his request and climbed on the bed.

“As you wish” you stammered nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t realise how inexperienced you truly were. You had only had sex with one man before and you most certainly were not in your late twenties, which is what you had told him earlier that night.

As you laid there though, you watched as the handsome stranger began to undress himself as well and, when his shirt finally came off, you could see his pale freckled skin which aroused you. His chest was covered with a patch of hair, some brown and some grey, matching the grey streaks of hair on his head. Then, there was also some hair which traced downwards from his belly button and you could not wait to see more.

‘You are fucking perfect’ the stranger told you as you looked at him with lust and hunger and, just as you thought you couldn’t get any more excited, he pushed down his briefs and revealed his raging erection to you which was glistening with precum already.

It stood up proudly and you realised that, unlike you, he was comfortable with being completely naked like this. He was bigger than James which, too, aroused you but also made you blush and panic a little.

You starred, and starred and still starred at his cock when he finally joined you on bed with a sleek smile on his face.

As soon as he landed on bed with you, his lips connected with yours again but, this time around, there was some more force and urgency to his kisses. He demanded you to part your lips and you complied, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth just far enough to touch yours.

He flicked it up and down quickly while pulling himself further into your core which, ultimately, pushed you onto the back of the bed.

Despite the heat and passion, the stranger remained rather calm and you loved that and hated it at the same time. You could not help but want to speed him up as you could already feel your heart pounding rapidly and vibrating through your chest. But he clearly had experience and knew not to rush it even despite the fact that you were both slightly drunk.

“Your lips are perfect. So soft and sweet. I could kiss you all night” the man then marvelled and you smiled as no one had ever kissed you like this, not even your boyfriend.

“You should. You are incredibly good at this” you stammered and then you shivered again as you felt his fingertips squeeze your hips.

“At what?” he asked just after you sucked his bottom lip between yours and grazed your teeth as deep as they would naturally go. You felt his jaw clench. In fact, you felt every muscle in his body tensing and then tensing more.

“At kissing me. In fact, I don’t think anyone else has ever kissed me like this before” you said shyly as your ankles were now locked behind the stranger’s knees and you didn’t remember consciously placing them there but, then again, you didn’t remember consciously doing anything since the moment you kissed him.

“That’s good. Then, perhaps I should kiss more than just your lips, shouldn’t I?” he then teased and, immediately, your hand pulled him by the nape of his neck further, right back against your mouth.

“You should kiss every part of my body” you confirmed and the stranger groaned against your lips with pleasure before moving his hands from your hips down your thigh tusking as much pressure as he could manage before he spread his fingers out as he journeyed just as ferociously back up.

“Every part you say?” he then teased as you tilted your head back, closing your eyes and using your sense of touch to the full while inhaling his scent.

“Yes, every part” you moaned and he looked up, seeing your soft closed eyes and plump lips in ecstasy and his view trailed down your neck and between your breasts.

“Very well then” he said as his hands slid around your back and he gripped the small of your back with his powerful fingertips.

The stranger soon felt you shiver and let his tongue slid up from the centre of your collar bone to the centre of your throat where he felt you suddenly gulp.

He sure was good at this, good at teasing you and he knew it too as he had a slight chuckle at your reaction to his touch and kisses.

You moaned loudly as he kissed you everywhere, which was something that sent shivers down his spine and yours. At same time, in between his assault on your tender skin, you smiled against his, trailing kisses over his throat and to his ear.

Lips and hands were everywhere now and his hands pressed firmly against your skin as he explored your body. He started at your thighs and pressed into your tight belly. He completely encased your rib cage with his large hands before lightening his touch as he began to caress your breasts.

‘Please don’t stop’ you moaned as, finally, the stranger hoovered over you and you were laying under him.

He then made it priority to grab your face with both hands and hold you in the longest, hottest kiss he knew you would ever have. He kissed down your neck and you used your strength in your arms and legs to press yourself up into his mouth until, finally, he let his tongue flick over one of your nipples.

‘God yes’ you moaned.  It was too much for you to try and keep your hands from his body and you fought to keep your hands from trembling at the least as you streamed your fingers through his hair and made a request by tugging him further into your breast. He complied willingly, for a moment but was soon lost over your long flat stomach that he could feel quiver under his tongue. It was unlike anything else you had ever felt before and he hasn’t even gotten to your sex yet.

"What are you going to do to me?” you moaned and this stranger well and truly adored how nervous you were and how much you wanted him at the same time. You were a quivering mess and his lips and fingers did not relent.

‘Well, hopefully, I am going to make you cum” he mused, making you realise that, indeed, he knew very well what he was doing to you and your body, playing it like an instrument and tuning it to his will.

‘With, uhm…what…?” you huffed out as you could barely focus your eyes as you looked down at him just as his hands melted into your panties and lifted you up by the ass in order to take them off.

“I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth” he clarified as his face was so close to your aching core and you gave up trying to watch him when your vision blurred from the throbbing heat wave through your body.

When this handsome stranger finally pulled down your lace panties, you heard a high pitched squeal that, a moment later, you realised came from your clenched teeth.

‘Fuck, you are perfect everywhere, aren’t you?’ he then said with a low and dark voice while glancing at your aching pussy before, with the width of his shoulders, he pushed your knees apart, opening you wide for him as he kissed you just above your core, causing you to moan.  

‘You are so wet already. I can see it’ he then said and you shuddered at his hot breath against your pussy and soon felt his fingers join in, running gently over your soaking mound.  

“Oh god. Please” you then, finally, shouted, a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at you, long steady strokes over your entire wetness while he held your lips open with two of his fingers.

‘That feels so good’ you moaned as his tongue circled around your clit, flicking at it, then returned lower to slide inside you as far as he could go, then back up again to your clit.

Your hips involuntarily started pushing up against him and it wasn’t long until the feeling of him pleasing you like this became too much for you to bear. Trying to hold back, you shifted and squirmed beneath him and an involuntary scream escaped you.

‘It’s too much” you moaned as he used his hands to spread you open even wider while circling your clit. No one had ever pleasured you like this before and you bucked, writhing against him as his tongue ran over it.

“I can’t, you need to stop, oh my god please” you fought with yourself, denying yourself what you craved the most. You could cum right then and there, explode against Cillian’s lips with desire, but it felt too heavenly and too intense. You did not know if you could withstand it, feeling overstimulated already.

“You can” the stranger whispered while pressing two of his fingers inside of you, pushing them right up against your g-spot as he watched you arch your back and cling on to the sheets.

“Please. I can’t…” you screamed out, moaning, your legs quivering.

“Yes, you can” he repeated with a sly smile before continuing his onslaught on your sex.

‘Fuck, oh god” you screamed again, still trying to fight your own release which felt too intense and too surreal.

“Give in to it and let me give you what you need" the stranger then told you and, with that, you knew that he wouldn’t stop until you came. So, you decided to let go for him even if that meant that you may make a fool of yourself.

As his mouth returned to your mound and his tongue kept on at you, you felt yourself climbing and climbing and climbing towards the unfamiliar feeling. And, when he finally sucked your clit into his mouth again, you were sent over the edge.

‘Fuck! Oh god! Cillian’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver. Your body shook uncontrollably and your hands came flying down, getting caught in the stranger’s hair, pressing him against your sex before pulling him away again.

“Enough! Please” you choked as he wouldn’t relent and continued to suck and lick until you slowly calmed down.

‘See, I told you, you could do it’ the man then chuckled and you could not help but laugh and cry all at the same time.

‘Fuck’ you gasped. ‘I didn’t expect to cum like this” you stammered nervously, causing the stranger to smile and look at you with both, admiration and confusion.

‘Then what did you expect?’ he teased before he moved up and kissed your lips hard, making you taste yourself on his lips.

‘Not sure, actually. I just never had an orgasm from oral sex before’ you stammered nervously after he pulled away from you and used his palms to spread your lips.

‘Really?’ he asked, adoring your shyness and you nodded before moving your hand to his cock.

“Really” you said while stroking his cock, eliciting soft moans from him. “But I still need you inside of me. I want to feel you” you then told him while he positioned himself between your legs.

“Do you have condoms?” Cillian then asked, seeing that he was entirely unprepared for this.

‘No, but I am on the pill” you said nervously, knowing that things were about to become real. He was going to slide into you and you were nervous about it for some reason.

‘Good’ he responded. ‘I can’t wait to feel you’ Cillian then said as he ran his hands up the inside of your thighs, sliding them toward your pussy before using his fingers to spread your labia slowly and gently, dipping his index finger inside to cover it in your slippery juices again.

‘Please. Stop teasing” you moaned as Cillian moved the tip of his finger upward to find your clit, which had grown under the excitement and was now protruding from the protection of its hood. The sweet smell of sex filled his nostrils as he made small, slow circles with his finger.

‘So impatient aren’t we’ Cillian teased while angling his length downward to touch its head against the lips of your pussy. It was like a drug to watch himself rubbing against you, coating the head of his penis in a sheen of your slippery wetness.

‘Yes, please. I want your cock inside of me’ you begged again as you thrust with your hips forward, wanting him to penetrate you and, after a little more teasing, so he did.

“Like this?” Cillian teased as, slowly, but surely, he entered you and you moaned at the sensation.

“Oh god yes, fuck” you cried as he stretched you and began thrusting in and out of you almost right away after you pushed yourself against him.

‘God you are so tight’ Cillian groaned as he watched himself slide into and back out of your pussy. His cock was shiny, coated with your natural lubrication as he began to fuck you and, soon, his thrusts became harder and faster.

‘I feel so full…This feels so good…’ you moaned as ecstasy came in quick hot waves as the stranger pumped into you and you began to moan louder than before. You experienced an uncontrollable urge to howl that you could barely hold back and the stranger then suddenly gripped you as tightly as he could manage.

You both used every muscle in your bodies to create one living, writhing creature rather than two. Eventually, you cried out too loudly though and the man took you with the deepest most passionate kiss he ever possessed as you spiralled into a lazy heap.

‘You are taking my cock so well…’ the stranger groaned after a while and then he lifted upward, prompting you to raise your knees off the bed.

‘Fuck’ he continued on as he pressed into you again and you lifted your legs completely in to the air. He grabbed your ankles and held them in the air above his shoulders, continuing to thrust with the same speed and energy as before. Bringing your feet closer together increased the tightness for both of them. Spreading your legs apart gave him the entire view of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy and provided more stimulation for your clit which is when, without warning, you came hard.

‘Oh my fucking god’ you screamed and, as the muscles in your pussy tightened around his cock, the handsome stranger slowed his thrusts leaving himself almost all the way inside you. You let out a long, loud moan again and then bent your knees and pressed them tightly together, with your whole-body quivering.

He kept his swollen cock deep inside your as he felt the muscles inside your pussy squeeze him tight. He could feel several distinct strong squeezes amidst the overall tightness. Then you gradually softened before going completely loose. He rubbed your upper arms finding that they had exploded in goosebumps. He pressed his body forward as you relaxed your knees, sliding to lay himself on top of you. He kissed you first on the mouth and then on the sides of your neck, just under your ears.

‘You look so sexy when you cum’ he then said as, over the next few minutes, he mapped out a field of kisses across your neck and collar bone. He placed his kisses like stepping-stones in a slow, connected, but wandering path. Passionate. Loving. His erection was holding strong inside your warm pussy, but he hadn't moved his hips at all and you began to kiss him back, first slowly, then more rapidly. He felt your knees lift off the bed as you slid your hands down his back, grabbing his butt. Even though he was still completely inserted, you pulled him tight against you. You were ready for more.

“Can you cum again for me?” he then asked but you weren’t sure. You never came more than once, so you doubted your ability to cum a third time.

‘I don’t know’ you admitted, but the stranger smiled.

‘Well, we will see, won’t we?’ he teased before pulling out of you after all

"I want to fuck you from behind. Common” he then said as he sat up on his knees and you rolled over and positioned yourself on all fours.

His cock had softened slightly while you had stopped fucking, but it was now back to being fully erect. He watched the tip bounce slightly as it pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It looked and felt thicker than usual.

‘Fuck, look at this pussy of yours. You are soaking’ he groaned as he put his cock in his hand and positioned himself behind you. He angled himself downward to meet your inviting pussy and then he pushed in, with one single thrust.

He felt as though he was able to penetrate you more deeply in this position and, with each consequent thrust forward, you shrieked as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against him, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

The pleasure was overwhelming and, every time you were about to cum, he teased you and slowed his movements.

You had both hit a plateau where everything seemed sensational but you could not last much longer.

"Fuck me hard. I want to cum again” you gasped and so he did. You requesting him to fuck your harder had provided that extra bit of stimulation that was ultimately too much. In an instant, he shifted from feeling like he could last forever and was now into impending orgasm countdown. He wanted to hold off long enough for you to cum together, and he was suddenly very close. But so were you. Again.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he groaned as he spread his knees a bit wider so he would be lower, and his angle of penetration would rub closer to your clit.

“I am so close again” you then moaned as he also shortened his thrusts so the head of his cock would come completely out of your pussy and then only go about half-way back in. He let go of your hips and bent over to cup your breasts while kissing your back.

‘Then let go for me’ he groaned as he, too, was about to explode and raised his torso back up and pulled himself completely out of your pussy.

The air of the room felt cold against his cock compared to the heat from inside you. He used his hand to rub the swollen head of his cock up and down against your pussy lips teasing you, but you pushed backwards and engulfed him again.  

"Fuck me hard," you repeated, almost yelling.

"What's that? You want me to fuck you hard?" he asked, pulling out again.

"Yes," You answered with a moaning voice. "Please."

"With this?" he asked, tapping the head of his cock against your pussy.

"Yes. Fuck me with your cock. Hard and fast” you gasped and, with that, he roughly pushed back into your wetness, spearing you on as your mind bubbling orgasm overwhelmed you.

You suddenly screamed, shivered and convulsed in orgasmic bliss and it was when you fully gave into him, that Cillian reached his high as well, filling you with his warm seed.

‘Fuck, that’s it’ he groaned as he thrusted back in. His shaft began to throb and he felt himself spurt once as he thrust in, then again as he pulled back. He continued to feel pulses of his orgasm come faster than he could fuck you now but you were past it. You were at your peak and the sensations of your pussy changed again, prolonging your orgasm, as he pushed through his own load inside of you. It was a fantastically satisfying feeling. As the pulsing continued, he wondered how much cum he was leaving inside you. It felt like a lot.

‘Jesus. God. Stop please’ you moaned as it became too much and he slowed down. His cum had leaked down his shaft and was covering the entirety of his cock, your pussy and its lips, pushing out on the sides of your tight hole as he finally withdrew from you.

After he pulled out, some streaks of your combined juices poured out of your slit and onto the sheets which, for some reason, felt incredibly satisfying.

‘Now this was not how I had expected tonight to turn out’ Cillian then said as he looked down on you with even more lust after you collapsed onto the bed, still panting and with your legs spread. Seeing his achievement aroused him all over again and he took his fingers to spread the lips of your pussy apart to get a better look.

‘Me neither’ you confirmed just as Cillian pushed two fingers into you and, you couldn’t help but shriek for which he appeared delighted.

When he pulled them out, they were covered in cum and you looked at him and yourself before reaching for his hand and guiding it to your mouth.

‘Jesus, really?’ he asked surprised as you stuck out your tongue and licked his fingers clean.

‘Really. I wanted to see what you taste like’ you winked and, just as you had sucked your combined juices from his fingers, he kissed you again passionately, tasting you and himself on your lips.

‘You are in for a long night’ he then warned you and you could see that he was already hardening again which certainly surprised you for a man in his mid-forties. He was clearly eager to make the most of this one-night stand and so were you.

With that, you both rolled out of bed and made your way into the shower for round two and then returned to the bed for round three.

Round four and five then took place in the morning and, after hours of passionate sex, a lack of sleep and Cillian cooking you some breakfast, it was time for you to leave.

‘Will I see you again?’ you asked as you were about to head out of the door. You hoped that he would be giving you his number after the amazing night you had shared but, unfortunately for you, he was true to his word.

This was nothing more than a one-night stand for him. He was not interested in dating again, nor was he ready to date anyone just yet. He told you this and that, in his opinion, you were far too young for him, though he did not even know your real age yet.

You accepted his position and kissed him once more before leaving his apartment, somewhat saddened by the fact that he did not want another date with you.

All you knew about him was his first name and the fact that he was incredible in bed. You knew that you would never see him again and, with this in mind, you soon returned to your old habits.

Over the next week, while pondering on about the handsome stranger you’ve met and shared a night with, you got back together with James. Much to the dislike of your friends, you were stuck in a cycle again and could not break it. James, once again, had a hold on you and after yet another argument with him, you made your way to Drama School on Monday with some bad temper and anger.

You enrolled into a new class and rocked up late and somewhat unprepared while your two friends were already waiting for you, in the hall next to the lecture room which is where you had to sign in.

‘Guess what?’ one of them said but you were too tired and depressed to take guesses. You were up all night again, in tears, as James was keeping taps on you and this was something you did not like.

‘I am not in the mood’ you thus said while looking through your schedule.

‘We have a new teacher for our practical work and he is fucking hot’ Lorraine said, while your other friend rolled her eyes.

‘He’s not that hot’ she said, sighing while looking at you. Clearly, you were not listening.

‘God, did you even watch Peaky Blinders?’ Lorraine then asked you both without getting an answer for you.

‘No, should I have watched it?’ your other friend then asked.

‘Yes. It is a brilliant show. He is brilliant. Hot and single’ Lorraine said like an eager little schoolgirl.

‘And old’ your other friend pointed out.

‘Y/N hooked up with a mid-forty-year-old guy a week ago and she said she had the best sex ever, so don’t knock it before you have tried it, isn’t that right Y/N?’ Lorraine teased but you did not respond. You had other things on your mind until, suddenly, you saw a familiar face in the distance, talking to the principal of the drama school.

‘Y/N?’ your friend then said, nudging your shoulder but all this did was make you drop your books. Your mouth stood open, gaping, as your eyes followed the principal and her companion.

‘Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?’ Lorraine laughed and you sure did.

‘Something like that’ you said while pointing to the principal and the handsome stranger by her side.

‘That’s Cillian Murphy. He is our new prac teacher’ Lorraine giggled and then you dropped your coffee too.

‘Fuck’ you said.

To be continued…

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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

summary: Tensions rise in class when you're paired up for a group assignment. warnings: 18+ (exhibitionist, p in v, fingering, daddy kink, slight degrading, choking, some brat taming), language, jealousy, possessiveness word count: 2.1k note: our academic Daddy & academic baddie are back! Alexa, play "Jealous Girl" by Lana Del Ray, enjoy my loves!

“I’m pairing you up for this assignment,” your professor says, “count off by fives.”

You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you hate the most in college, it's group work. Sometimes it's okay, if you can choose who you’re working with or if it's a class you have with Baela. Otherwise, it’s a massive pain.

You count off reluctantly and know you won’t be paired with Aemond since he’s planted in his usual seat beside you. 

It’s your 8 am history lecture and he still looks amazing. With his usual coffee cup, dark grey sweats, and a black t-shirt. That long hair hanging freely down his back, eyes sparkling and alive with academic anticipation. 

Daddy. 

FUCK. You’ve got to stop this. It’s getting embarrassing how down-bad you are for him. Chill out. 

“Alright, pair up, find your numbers,” your professor says and you groan. 

You hold up two fingers, waiting for whoever joins you. You meet Aemond’s eyes giving him a tentative smile. He smirks slightly holding up one finger. 

“Guess you’re my partner,” the voice of Harper Tully startles you, and you look at her.

“Oh, okay sounds-”

“Oh sorry Y/N,” she says smiling awkwardly, “I meant Aemond.”

Your mouth drops in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. 

“Right, sorry, my bad,” you tell her. 

She smiles, taking the seat next to Aemond. 

“No worries,” she says, beginning to take out her laptop.

You can’t help but notice the blush that covers her cheeks, nearly matching the deep auburn color of her hair. An uncomfortable knot forms in your stomach. 

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” a voice says, sighing dramatically.

You turn to see Luke Velaryon standing near your desk, a lopsided grin on his face and his hair shaggy as though he had just run his hand through it. 

“Hey Luke,” you return his smile as he claims the desk next to you. 

Your professor has outlined the assignment clearly, it doesn’t seem too difficult, and certainly nothing you cannot manage. But Luke Velaryon seems more interested in talking about anything but history. Not that you can blame him. You find yourself staring across the room at Aemond and Harper. 

She’s pretty, like, really pretty as she twirls that auburn hair around her finger, biting her lip as Aemond speaks. Who even bites their lip like that in real life? What is this a porno? What is she doing? And what is he doing? 

Aemond is focused on his work, like the top student he is, not sparing a glance your way. At least not that you notice. You and Aemond are exclusive, this is something you’ve discussed, but besides your recent date, you haven’t shown the two of you are together outside the privacy of your dorm rooms. 

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond is unnervingly aware of the proximity you have to Luke Velaryon, the giggle he elicits from you when he says something stupid. Fucking stupid ass Luke Velaryon is definitely not that funny. Aemond grinds his teeth together as another giggle escapes you. 

The minutes drag by and you find yourself staring at the clock as you and Luke finish early. Luke’s a nice enough guy, he’s pretty sweet telling you stories about his dog Arrax he loves so much. At least it takes your attention away from Harper Tully touching Aemond’s arm, grazing her foot against his calf. 

“Alright, any groups want to share what you talked about?” your professor asks.

Aemond’s hand moves upwards, beating you by just a second. Your professor nods at him. You barely hear him speak, crossing your arms. 

“Well said, Aemond,” your professor tells him, “Anyone else?”

You can feel Aemond’s eyes on you, but you refuse to look. Clamping your mouth shut, you grind your teeth. Your professor glances at you, as though expecting you to answer. Not today.

You’re fuming by the time your professor tells you to turn in your papers and ends class for the day. You leap from your seat and slam the paper down at the same time Aemond turns in yours. 

With a huff, you avoid his gaze, immediately leaving the classroom. Other students follow and you power walk trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You’re irrationally angry, watching Harper flirt with him has sent your stomach turning, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You’re halfway down the hall, already having rounded the corner when a hand grabs your arm.

“You running away from me?” Aemond asks, tugging you against the wall and out of the sea of students who are switching classes. 

You yank your arm away from his, crossing them over your chest.

“I hardly thought you’d notice, what with Harper’s hands practically down your pants,” you snap before you can stop yourself. 

Aemond’s eyes widen, and his mouth is set in a hard line. Your mouth turns into a pout when he doesn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” you tell him, as Luke Velaryon rounds the corner.

His eyes flicker between you before he smirks. 

“You forgot your backpack,” he tells you pointing behind him.

You left so fast you’d forgotten it. 

“I would have grabbed it but…actually, I don’t know why I should have just grabbed it,” Luke tells you frowning.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, pushing by Aemond and heading back into the class. 

You open the door to the empty classroom, the professor already gone. You stalk over angrily to your bag, shoving the contents inside. You hear the door open and watch Aemond enter, leaning against it. You scoff, turning away from him.

“Bet if you hurry you can still catch her,” you call, zipping your bag.

“Who?”

“Harper.”

You sling the bag on your shoulder and walk towards him. He blocks the door perfectly, fitting in the entire doorway. You’re so pissed you simply glare at him. 

“Move,” you tell him. 

“No,” he snarls. 

“Aemond, get out of my way,” you growl at him. 

“Gods when did you become such a brat?” he snaps, glaring at you. 

Your mouth drops open in shock. 

“Excuse me?” you harshly whisper, cheeks red, mortified by the name-calling.

Aemonds’s eyes graze you, looking you up and down. He reaches behind him, flicking the lock on the classroom door, before bringing his hand to the back of your neck, dragging you closer. Your bag falls to the ground as you’re pressed flush against him. 

“When did you become such a brat?” he repeats before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is punishing, as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, swallowing a moan he elicits from you as his hand grips your hair, yanking it hard. His other hand grabs your waist, turning you and pressing you against the door. Aemond lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you into the door. 

“Like you weren’t flirting with Velaryon,” he groans, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, moving his lips to your neck, “Right in front of me.”

Aemond sucks harshly on the skin of your next, eliciting a whimper as you tangle your hands in his hair. 

“I thought you were smart,” he says against your neck, moving to nip at your collarbone, “not a very smart decision baby.”

You growl, frustrated with him, and yank at his hair harshly. 

“You were fucking flirting with Harper,” you accuse.

“Don’t be stupid,” he says harshly, wrapping a hand around your throat, “I wasn’t flirting with Harper Tully.”

“You were,” you insist as he grinds his hips into yours. 

He lets you go, and you stand on shaking legs. Aemond’s hand remains wrapped around your throat as he pushes his hand into your leggings, underneath your panties. He sneers at you, sliding a finger through your wet folds.

“Luke Velaryon get you this wet?” he taunts, sinking a finger inside of you. 

“Fuck.”

“Answer me.”

“Fuck you Aemond.”

His hand moves to hold your chin, angling it so you’re looking at him.

“That’s no way to speak to the guy you were calling Daddy the other night,” he growls, relentlessly with his fingers. 

You can hear the sound of your wetness squelching against his fingers, biting your lip as his palm grazes your clit. You flush with embarrassment, but hold your tongue as you come closer to your orgasm. A whimper slips through your lips and Aemond kisses you harshly. 

“Ah ah ah,” he says, pulling away from your mouth, and your pussy, “you don’t get to cum that easily. No fucking way.”

You whine at the loss of contact as Aemond fully releases you. He kisses you again, hands on your waist moving toward the desk at the front of the classroom. Spinning you around, he pushes you against the desk, effectively bending you in half.

“Aemond-”

“You’re going to take it,” he says gruffly, pulling down your leggings, “right here, right now. I don’t care if the whole fucking school hears you.”

He kisses your asscheek as he makes his way back up, a sweet gesture compared to his sudden roughness. You hear his belt unbuckle as a chill of anticipation rolls through you. 

“We can’t do this here,” you whisper, though it is half-hearted at best. 

You can’t help but feel thrilled by his need to take you now. Take you here of all places. You can feel the tip of his cock spreading through your folds as he runs his head through them. You whimper as he smacks his cock against your clit. 

“Too bad,” he says, his tone mocking, “should have thought about that before mouthing off to me.”

You’re ready to mouth off again but the words get trapped in your throat as he slides his cock inside you. The stretch is incredible, the angle allowing you to take him deeply, just like the first night in the library. A garbled moan leaves your lips as he begins to pound into you. One hand on your hip to aid his merciless thrusts, the other holding your neck, pressing your torso against the desk. 

Your legs tremble with the force of his thrusts, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through your frame. 

“Where’s that mouth, huh?” Aemond asks, slapping your ass with his hand. 

“Aemond,” you mean, “Aemond please.”

“Poor baby,” Aemond croons, not stopping his thrusts for a moment, “getting all worked up over nothing.” Another slap to your ass, leaving your cheeks stinging. 

You whimper as he continues, amazed at his ability to reduce you to a whimpering mess. His hand snakes around your chest then, pulling you up so he can kiss your neck.

“Fuck-”

“You’re all mine,” Aemond growls, biting harshly on your ear, “tell me, who really made you this wet?”

“You did,” you gasp, “You Aemond.”

“Soaking my cock in our fucking classroom, dirty girl,” Aemond purrs, “you want to come?”

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, abdomen tight, on the precipice of pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks.

“You,” you whimper, “you Aemond.”

“What’s my name?” he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

Your cheeks flush, and you feel his hand reach down to play with your clit. 

“C’mon say it,” Aemond taunts, “or continue to be a brat, and see what that gets you.”

He pinches your clit as he finishes his sentence and you cry out, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain. 

“Please let me come Daddy!” you whimper.

“Good fucking girl,” Aemond moans, fingers circling your clit.

It takes only a few moments before you’re trembling against him, orgasm washing over you. Aemond unsheathes himself from your warm cunt and you turn instinctively, dropping to your knees. You take him in your mouth in one fluid motion, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, tasting yourself on his thick cock. He holds your face and you let him fuck your throat, gagging as he finishes. 

Aemond helps you to your feet, and you look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed. You grab your leggings putting them on quickly as Aemond pulls up his pants. You glance at the door.

“I don’t want to go out there,” you tell him and he chuckles. 

“Let me check,” he says heading to the door. 

He flips the lock as you remain frozen, opening the door and peering out. Aemond turns, smiling. 

“Must be no next class,” he tells you. 

You sigh in relief. 

“Thank goodness,” you tell him, grabbing your bag.

Aemond smirks at you.

“All better?” he asks.

You frown.

“Shut up,” you tell him.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Do we need to continue?” he asks, “I thought you were a quick learner, but if you need another lesson…”

“I do not!” you tell him, flushing, “and I have another class.”

“Let me walk you?” he asks.

You bite your lip looking at him. Aemond Targaryen. He fucking did it again. He smirks like he’s reading your mind, and holds out his hand. You take his hand in yours lacing your fingers through his and walk out of the classroom together.

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[skz-streamer]

The First Date - Lee Know

Simptober First Dates M-List

Pairing: Lee Know (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: idk lmk

Notes: did I choose another cat-themed place for lee know? yes. will I continue to choose cat-themed places for him? yes.

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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The story begins with your connection to Lee Know through your mutual friend Han. You had seen him at parties and gatherings, standing in the corner or at the bar, looking mysterious and low-key scary. Lee Know had a certain enigmatic charm that drew you to him. He was undeniably cute, your type, but his reserved demeanor made it difficult for you to approach him. Yet, fate had its own plans, and it seemed that Lee Know was intrigued by you as well.

One evening, at yet another party, he mustered the courage to come over to you. He leaned in and asked if you wanted to go somewhere quieter. Your heart fluttered as you agreed, not entirely sure what to expect. The choice of location surprised you. He suggested a cat cafe. You couldn't help but wonder why he, someone who didn't seem particularly into cats, would pick such a place for your meeting.

Nervousness hung in the air as you entered the cat cafe. It was filled with the soothing purrs of feline companions and the gentle chatter of fellow patrons. You sat down at a cozy table, and Lee Know broke the silence, his voice revealing hints of shyness. "So, uhhh, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, catching you off guard.

You admitted that you were single, a sheepish smile gracing your face. Lee Know's eyes brightened, and he said, "If you're okay with it, can this cafe be our first date place?" Your heart melted at his unexpected proposal. Did he just ask you out to a cat cafe? It was adorable, and you couldn't help but accept.

As the date progressed, the initial awkwardness began to melt away. Lee Know, it turned out, was not the intimidating figure you had perceived at the parties. He had a kind and gentle side, especially when it came to the cats in the cafe. One playful feline ventured onto his lap, and you both found yourselves engrossed in a conversation about the cat's behavior.

"You seem like a cat whisperer," you teased, marveling at how naturally he interacted with the furry creatures.

Lee Know laughed, a warm and genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I guess I have a way with them," he replied with a wink.

The afternoon was filled with laughter, as you both discovered shared interests and a sense of comfort in each other's company. It was far from the intimidating figure you had first imagined, and you found yourself drawn to his charm. By the end of the date, you were convinced that Lee Know was sweet, boyfriend material.

As you prepared to leave, you couldn't help but ask, "When's the next house party?"

Lee Know smiled and replied, "Next week, Friday."

You grinned and said, "It's a date then! See you."

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[mysillyside]

I think I finally figured out the solution to the Ice King and Simon Trolley Problem.

Short answer: Give Ice King autonomy. Allow him to come to the decision that he wants to be Simon again on his own accord.

Long answer that's totally not a fanfiction outline:

In the Elements miniseries, Betty briefly tries to make peace with the fact that she is unable to bring Simon back and attempts to accept Ice King as he is. She doesn't end up going through with this because it is too painful as she can't separate the two in her mind.

But imagine if she persevered. Imagine if she came to love Ice King for who he is as well.

I don't expect her to force herself to fall in love with Ice King. But instead, much like Marceline, just be a supportive presence in his life, ultimately leading him to be a healthier person.

I think this would be good for Betty's own journey. In the actual story she spends every waking moment trying to bring Simon back and this ends up destroying her. She feels like she needs Simon to function, she cannot imagine happiness without him.

I don't think she should have given up trying to cure Simon, but I also think she shouldn't have let it consume her. In a way, I think the healthiest thing she could have done is accepting Ice King. It would have given her time to breathe and rediscover who she is without Simon while still being there for him at his lowest.

When she described spending time with Ice King as looking at her old life through a funhouse mirror, it was because she was expecting him to be someone he's not while failing to recreate the relationship she shared with Simon, instead taking time to find out what relationship she has with Ice King.

Betty wants Simon. So she settles with Ice King. Ice King wants a girlfriend. So he settles with Betty.

It's a transactional relationship devoid of love. This is why they didn't work out. The sad irony of it all is that I believe if Betty and Ice King allowed themselves discover what kind of a relationship they share and tried to get to know each other as people instead of forcing a romance- I think they would have actually fallen in love.

After all, Ice King's favorite princess has always been PB, because he's subconsciously looking for Betty, his (Simon's) princess. While Betty if she gave Ice King a chance and treated him with love and understanding, would probably realized how similar he is to Simon, in his own goofy way.

Something about the idea of falling in love with the same person twice in a different way makes me very emotional.

Of course, it wouldn't be perfect. I feel like Betty would definitely still be in pain. Even if she loves him, Ice King is still insane and unable to recall who he even is, and Simon is still gone. I feel like she would feel guilty. Guilty that she's able to enjoy life while Simon is still cursed, and guilty that she still wants Ice King to be Simon.

Ice King is not the smartest or most observent person, but we do see he's capable of having emotional intelligence when he's in a good mental state and when someone he cares about is upset, even if his understanding of things is pretty childish. But I do believe he'd realize that Betty is unhappy deep down.

I think he'd tried to talk to her about it in his Ice King way. I feel like she wouldn't want to discuss it with him at first, because it's just less painful to think of him and Simon as two different people. But Ice King wants to know how to make her happy, because she makes him happy. Finally Betty blows up telling him there's nothing he can do, that he's not Simon and since he doesn't even remember being Simon, so he should just leave it.

You know how in Simon and Betty's relationship, Betty always did things for Simon, to a point of sacrificing stuff to make him happy?

Well it's about time that changed. Have Ice King decide that even though he doesn't remember anything about being this Simon guy, he wants to find a way to remember. It's gonna make Betty stop being sad so it's the least he can do.

All this to say, Ice King should have been the one to cure himself, it should have been his decision.

The crown has always been such a clear addiction metaphor, so to have the addict himself, at his lowest point, decide he wants to cure himself because he is sad to see how his addiction is hurting the people he cares about- it's not only realistic (as change comes from within, you can't force it) but also really powerful.

I love the canon story don't get me wrong, but I always felt super sad that it robbed Ice King of his autonomy. It makes me sad to see how much development he went through only for him to cease to exist.

So yeah through some Prismo shannanigans, Ice King makes a wish to regain the part of him he lost, aka his sanity and memories as Simon.

This ends with the result of having him be both Simon and Ice King as the same time. And it's not the Winter King situation either, because he didn't cure himself at the expense of someone, it was a selfless rather then a selfish act.

And with that I have solve the Simon and Ice King Trolley Problem! They both get to exist at the same time!

*gets on my knees* Fic writers... I beg... Someone make this a thing...

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